Mamma mia, here I go again {pt1}
Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved.
Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader
Warnings: talk of pregnancy, brief mentions of a one night stand, mentions of cheating, mentions of abortion
Word count: 1.2k
Taglist: @averagef1fansblog @barcelonaloverf1life @bradfordbantams @dannyramirezwife @doofenshmirtzevil-inc @jaypreshpresh @laura-naruto-fan1998 @lazybot @norrisleclercf1 @opheliaas-stuff @roseseraj
Part 1 of the Mamma Mia series
“Still not feeling well?” George asks you when he spots you dropping slices of ginger into your mug. You shake your head, trying to breathe through the waves of nausea.
“Had too much to drink again?” he jokes.
“No, God I wish it was just a hangover… Just- Just the consequences of my own actions,” you tip-toe around the subject as you pour the hot water into your mug. You feel George’s eyes on you, can almost hear the gears turning as he tries to figure out what you mean.
“So not a bug or food poisoning, not hungover… Are you-..”
“Yes,” you cut him off, not wanting anyone to hear, “Yes, I am and- and it is what it is.” You feel your shoulders tense up and you will yourself to relax.
“Does Kevin know?”
You shake your head, shame settling heavy in your chest at the mention of your on-and-off-again boyfriend, “No, and I don’t see why he should because I am not keeping it.” Before George can say anything else you leave the coffee station in the motorhome to find solace in your office, praying to whoever will listen that this doesn’t get out.
Your hope is short lived when there’s a knock on your door.
“Come in,” you call out, eyes glued to the screens in front of you.
“Hey,” a voice calls from the doorway and you freeze when you realise who it is.
“H-hey,” you reply, trying your hardest not to turn around.
“Can you please look at me?” You bite your lip and swivel round, pushing your computer glasses up into your hair. Looking up your eyes meet his’.
“Hey,” Lewis says again, a warmth to his eyes you’re having trouble placing.
“Hi,” you manage to utter, voice timid. You know you would’ve eventually have to see him again, working for the same team kind of made it impossible not to, even though both of you had decided to never speak of that night again.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Lewis asks, breaking through the fog of thoughts and memories.
“Tell you what?” You can feel your brows pull together in confusion.
“That you’re pregnant.”
The moment those words leave his mouth, you feel as if someone has pulled the rug from under you.
“Who told you?” you manage to utter as panic rises in your throat.
“George. I overheard him telling Lando and Alex before the press conference.”
“Oh no,” you groan, burying your head in your hands. You can only imagine the gifs and memes that are floating around on social media right now.
“I take it he wasn’t making it up? Come on, talk to me, My,” he says gently, crouching down in front of you. The nickname helps you feel a little more at ease, it having followed you for most of your career ever since you told one of the reporters off for making a sexist comment when you were at RedBull, Mika Häkkinen overhearing you.
“Yes, I am pregnant,” you whisper, “and the reason I didn’t tell you is because-.. I don’t-.. Lewis, I fucked up so bad. I don’t know who the father is.”
The two of you look at one another and you know he is thinking the same as you –the night neither of you regret but promised to never speak about.
“So there’s a chance I’m-..”
You nod, biting your cheek to stop the tears from falling. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m not keeping it, I can’t Lewis.”
“Wait, hold on. Does Kev know?”
You shake your head. Confusion is written all over his face.
“Why?”
“Because I can’t look him in the eye and tell him I cheated. Twice. In the span of 48 hours.”
“Oh Jesus. Damn girl,” Lewis mutters.
“But it’s fine,” you tell him in an attempt to convince yourself and ignore the feeling of shame weighing on you like a ton of bricks, “I have an appointment booked for Tuesday. I’ll be fine.” You wipe your tears away and plaster on a fake smile as you put your glasses back on.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do,” you say, effectively shutting down the rest of this conversation. Just four more days, you tell yourself, you’ve got this, just four more days.
Trying your hardest to keep your head down –and avoid the men that participated in your predicament–, you make your way through the paddock, scrolling through the data on your iPad.
“Skat?” someone calls out to you from your left. There’s only one person you know who would call you that and right now he is the last person you want to see.
“Oh, hi Kev,” you offer meekly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kevin asks you as he comes to stand in front of you. An unnerving sense of deja vu climbs its way up your spine.
“Didn’t tell you what?” you ask in return. Instead of answering you, Kevin holds up his phone, showing you the still paired Google calendar.
Tuesday 5 September
9:30
BPAS
“Kev-..”
“No, tell me why you didn’t tell me and I had to find out through Google. An abortion provider, really?”
“Lower your voice will you?” you hiss, his tone rubbing you the wrong way.
“Since when do I not have a right to know you’re pregnant with my child?” Kevin ignores your request and barges on, demanding an answer.
“Everything alright here?” The Australian accent makes you want to cry. Of course it’s just your luck that he is also here.
“Doesn’t concern you, Webber,” Kevin tells the older man before turning back to you, “Why did you keep this from me?”
“Kevin please-..”
“No! Why didn’t you tell me that you’re pregnant?”
You know you have two options here: you can either come up with some bullshit excuse or you tell him the truth, and neither of them seem particularly appealing right now.
“Because-..” you start, swallowing thickly, “Because I don’t know if you’re the father.” You feel both sets of eyes on you as you fight back the tears.
“Sweetheart, what do you mean?” Mark asks you quietly, a hand on your arm.
“You know damn well what I mean. And I am not your sweetheart.”
You have to give Kevin credit, it only takes him two seconds to put one and one together before he’s swinging for the former F1 driver. Mark takes a step back, shielding you behind him at the same time.
“Okay,” you hear Nico say and when you peek around Mark’s broad back, you see the German driver holding Kevin back. You have no idea where he came from, but for once you’re grateful to see him. “Kev, we fock smash doors, not people.”
“Suck my balls,” Kevin seethes, struggling to break free.
“Kevin, unless you want to explain all of this to both Steiner and Netflix, please listen to Nico,” you say. Kevin freezes, seemingly becoming aware of his surroundings, and lowers his arm.
“We will talk tonight, okay? Pretty sure you have a meeting to get to and I need to see if Toto hasn’t fired me yet. Tonight,” you add when Kevin opens his mouth to reply, “Same goes for you Mark. I’ll text you.” And with that you leave them behind, head down as you walk back to the Mercedes motorhome.
And the plot thickens! Told you it was an unhinged idea 🙈
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Tagged by @charlosgoggles, I was pretty busy and kind of late when I saw the post! I immediately sat down once I had my free time to do this. Thank you for the tag my co-F1 astrology bestie in this app!
name: Leora Mage is actually an anagram of my real name! i am currently using it as a penname and stage name!
sign: my big three is leo-gemini-pisces!
time: its apparently 6:47 p.m. when i started writing this down. 9 p.m. when i finished (i had duties to attend to.)
favourite band/artist: i am the music bestie that listens to anything. you can't pin me down and tell me to list my favorite artists/band! ಠಿ_ಠ anyways here's the following:
solo artists: taylor swift, lana del rey, rihanna, doja cat, britney spears, ariana grande, olivia rodrigo, beyoncé, jennifer lopez, madonna, lady gaga, ava max, camila cabello, qveen herby
bands/groups: in this moment, ghost, the great discord, the neighborhood, the chainsmokers, little mix, blackpink, 2ne1, exo, bigbang, coldplay
bonus: i listen to classical music too (tchaikovsky, mozart, beethoven, etc.)
last movie: burlesque (as in christina aguilera) and house of gucci! i watched it for like a whole bus trip.
last show: house of the dragon! i love rewatching because of sir harwin strong & aemond targaryen!
also drive to survive as well, i was finding the episode fernando was in because i told my mom a local artist here in my country has physical similarities to fernando hahahaha
when I created this blog: i created this blog last year's ummer - solely for my practice, learn knowledge from other practitioners about my craft. i happen to love astrology too so it kind of stuck with me and my theme! i am continuously learning and mastering my craft but at the same time explore more.
other blogs: i have another tumblr blog but i forgotten what was the username but i do believe that i made that blog for roleplaying and posting my photo manipulation for a fandom i used to be in.
do I get asks: not until belle and becca sent me a game! i passed them on to my favorite writers and some to my moot blogs. i was supposed to send one to @charlosgoggles but they do not have their ask on lmfao
followers: 20 blogs are following me. most of them are my moots for sure or bots. idk, i did not check who is following me. i do not check who is following me to be fair ( ◜‿◝ )
average hours of sleep: 5-6 hours but sometimes longer. i work harder than i sleep.
instruments: guitar, ukelele, piano keyboard, violin. i only have a guitar and keyboard with me and i haven't touched them for ages. i learned how to play the other instruments because of my acquaintances who are passionate about music or simply band members.
what I am wearing: black maxi dress that i made myself!
dream job: i do believe i can be who i wanted to be if i put effort in it. so basically i do not have a dream job.
dream trip: world tour (my work requires a lot of that and isolation from the world. so it's quite a tough journey considering the rough waves of the ocean but anything for the bag of moneh)
favorite song atm: uh i do not have a favorite song at the moment. but i listen to subliminals a lot because they just calm my mind (my brain is so active that i need to decelerate it from thinking about the most obnoxious things) but let me check my most played in spotify... okay it says:
dance the night - dua lipa
tagging: @folkloresthings , @lorarri , @love-belle / @love-bellee , @goldsainz and @opheliaas-stuff because you guys are the sweet ones i had been interacting with for the past few days. i love them sm ฅ[ᓀ˵▾˵ᓂ]ฅ
(p.s. feel free to do in your own comfort 𔘓 much love guys 🤍🩷💕)
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