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luviemax · 4 months

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summers in spain- oneshot

a/n: my official apology for wtv happened in begin again (iykyk)

-> carlos sainz x female!reader, no physical descriptions of reader

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warnings: not proofread, as per always...

It's finally time for the Summer break. It feels like an ice age that you've been waiting for Carlos to come home. Well, home is home. You occupy yourself with relatively superficial things. You build Legos. You read. Yet, time still passes slower and slower, day by day as you eagerly await Carlos' return back home. Back into your arms, where he'd be safe. Safe from the piranhas of the paddock, or the flashing lights.

Naturally, you're overjoyed when he finally lands back home. In fact, he makes a suggestion, that the two of you should make a trip down to Madrid to visit his parents.

At first, you're slightly apprehensive. For one, the two of you have only been together for so long, and besides, what if his parents absolutely hate your guts? What if they don't think that you're good enough for him? Because you could swear that he was the best person in the world. Nothing would be adequate enough for him, in your eyes at least. But these insecurities vanished with the words falling from his lips.

"Amor. I've never had a doubt about you," he takes your arm and brings you to the couch, onto his lap, "not about this relationship. Not about you, as a person. Besides, if you make me happy, then they'll be happy for me. If they're making you uncomfortable, we'll leave at an instant. I promise." His words soothe you, in just the right ways. He breaks you in, and you agree to go on the trip.

On the plane, which was headed for Madrid, you're wracked with nerves. You've heard nothing about Carlos' high praises for his parents, yet the thought of actually meeting them made his stomach churn and blood run hot. Yet, the sensation of his arms around your waist grounds you, and consoles you in a way that no other person could. His lips against your forehead warms your insides and makes your heart sore, not with anxiety, but with love.

Carlos' driver, who he seems cosy with, comes to pick the two of you from the airport. The two of them make casual talk in the car, yet Carlos seems to effortlessly and simultaneously ground you and bring you back to Earth so simply, from the simple stroke of his fingers against your own hand.

Slowly but surely, Carlos' driver, whose name is Alvaro as you come to learn, pulls up to an absolutely breathtaking mansion. The walls are tall and the ceilings seem high, and the pillars uploading the house seem absolutely regal.

"Carlito!" His mother, Reyes, calls out from inside the house, "Oh, and you! You're absolutely gorgeous!" Her mother embraced you warmly. She's nicer than you anticipated. "Let Antonio handle all your luggage, Carlos will tour you around the house." Reyes thanks Alvaro as he leaves to park the car.

Carlos takes your hand in his own, which is warm and reassuring, and he begins to guide you around the house.

He shows you the spacious kitchen, the beautiful library, the warm living room, the large dining room, and last but not least...

"This is my bedroom." It feels like something sacred. The relics of his childhood are still there. The little racing cars, and the bigger remote control ones. Various Alonso posters plastered all over his room.

That night, you meet Carlos Sr. as well. You see where your boyfriend gets his finesse from. Carlos Sr. has a certain charm to him. He's nothing short of pleasant, although he retires to bed early, claiming to be tired from a long day.

You have a restful sleep that night, wrapped up in Carlos' arms, safe in his embrace.

The next morning, you're awoken by Carlos' lips against your foreheading, and his hands stroking your back. "Good morning amor. Get ready. I want to bring you somewhere." He guides you to the bathroom, where you get ready by putting on a baby blue sundress which you know Carlos loves. When you return to the room, you see him waiting for you on his bed, aimlessly scrolling around on his phone.

"You look beautiful." He stands up to carress your hips and give you a sweet, prolonged kiss. "Thank you. You're not looking bad yourself." You run a hand through his slightly damp hair. "Come, let's go." He takes your hand, and brings you through the house. The two of you greet his mother good morning, before leaving.

He brings you to the most stunning beach you've ever seen. "This is my safe space." He tells you, entangling his fingers in your hair as you rest your head on his chest. The two of you spend a few hours there, content with the simple silence that comes with the comfort of your relationship.

Carlos brings you everywhere. Throughout the course of your little getaway, he brings you to his favourite restaurants, his favourite little stores, and you can't help but love him even more for it. You love that he's being vulnerable enough to share these parts of his past life to you.

Ironically, when you're on the plane back home, you begin to miss what you were dreading just a week ago. Reyes and Carlos Sr. embraced you as their own family, and were nothing but welcoming to you.

When the two of you arrive back home, Carlos knows that you're the one.

He goes back and he starts shopping for rings.

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