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Money, Money, Money

Pairing: Old Money Carlos Sainz x Reader

Words: 8.3K

Warnings: Suggestive content, fluff, angst, miscommunication, Reyes is a bad guy sorry, Sr. is adorable, Carlos is so whipped for Reader it's ridiculous, arrange marriage trope, etc.

A/N: For @percervall and @monzabee the two who kept this fic alive and supported me as I wrote this beast, love you two so much

Marriage has rules.

As a child, you were innocent and curious. When you asked your Mother if she loved your father, she replied, "Marriage has rules, sugar, and sometimes those rules don't include love." Though it confused you, this answer hinted at a truth you were too young to fully grasp. You could see that your parents didn't love each other, not in the way you had imagined love to be. Instead, they seemed to have a different kind of bond built on respect and a shared history.

As you grew, life took unexpected turns. You have been whisked away into a world of luxuries that seemed ordinary to you. Still, you were a stark contrast to the simplicity of your childhood. You were sent to schools in far-flung places where the air smelled of unfamiliar languages. Returning home, the house was colder, but your parents pretended everything was okay. It wasn't. The world you had entered was one of privilege and power, where appearances were everything and personal desires often took a backseat to societal expectations.

As the years passed, societal expectations bore down on you. It was anticipated that you would follow in your parent's footsteps, marrying into old money, a lineage so ancient it practically owned the country. At 19, you found yourself suddenly betrothed to a familiar face yet a stranger in many ways: Carlos Sainz Junior.

You remember rolling your eyes as your parents listed his full name. Carlos was set to inherit his father's luxury company, which dabbled in everything, some legal and probably not. It was an 8-month engagement during which you had chaperones, supervised dates, and attended very public events together when it was announced that the biggest fashion house and financial tycoon daughter was marrying the more prominent house of Sainz. The engagement, though a mere formality in the eyes of society, was a significant event in your life, marking the beginning of a new chapter filled with uncertainty and expectations.

From the whispers and even from Carlos himself, you learned of his supposed ties to royalty. But these were details you cared little for. What you truly desired was a connection, a genuine bond with the man who was now your husband. You remember his awkwardness, his struggle to find the right words. And yet, despite your indifference, he continued to try, even now, after years of marriage.

It was an open secret that people knew your marriage was one of convenience and power. But you told him after you said your vows and wore the ridiculous ugly wedding dress your Mother picked. "I won't have my parents' marriage. If you have an affair, I don't want to know-" Carlos opens his mouth, but you cut him off, "I want our marriage to be as real as we can make it, okay?" Carlos nods and sighs, "I would never be your father," He whispers as he leads you outside to the ocean of cameras. His words though whispered, carried a weight that you both understood, a promise to be better than the example set by your parents.

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Sighing, you stare at your wedding ring, a gorgeous tear-drop ruby with small diamonds decorating it, making it look like a flower. It still feels like Carlos slid the ring on your finger yesterday, forever marking you as his. You hear the tall tell sign of a camera shuttering, and you swallow the distaste of your coffee. Here you were, sitting at a cafe.

The media has marked the cafe as the Royal Lovers Cafe; it was a stupid nickname they gave you and Carlos. Royal Lovers? It was distasteful and left an awful feeling in your stomach as if you two were the perfect couple. They named it this because you two met here every Thursday for lunch. You leave your art studio and Carlos's office to have lunch together. The nickname, though meant to be endearing, only served to highlight the stark contrast between your public image and the reality of your relationship, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

"Mi teroso," Looking up, you suck in a breath; Carlos was stepping out of his ruby red Ferrari, hair messy but still gorgeous, with sunglasses on his perfect nose. His lips were full, cheeks red, his sun glowing under the sun and matching his baby blue button-up with soft beige pants and black leather dress shoes. His tie and suit jacket from this morning missing as he smiles brightly at you. Perfect teeth, god. He was perfect in every way, and you hated it sometimes.

"Carlos," he moves forward and grabs your hand, kissing the ring before leaning in and pecking your lips. You chase after another kiss, which makes him smile. He kisses you a little longer before settling in the seat across from you. "Sorry," you whisper, embarrassed that you chased his lips, but he smiles gently and grabs your hand, thumb tracing your knuckles.

"I don't care, Tesoro. You're my and I, your husband, and we're allowed to kiss." Carlos chuckles, and you blush. As Carlos matured, he matured in a way that made you blush whenever he looked at you. It was hard to describe his beauty. People called him the perfect prince, and he truly is the perfect prince. "I know, but it's not like our marriage is real," You comment, sipping at your tea and missing the way Carlos flinches and plays with the ring on his finger.

"How has work been? I know you're opening up a new gallery," Carlos feels his stomach warm as a genuine smile graces your lips, setting the teacup down and looking at the gorgeous city. "It's going very well. We've been approved to exhibit art from the Renaissance and Baroque periods. This would be a big deal for me and the gallery; I'd finally be making a name just for myself," Carlos's smile wobbles but stays strong as his hand reaches out and starts to play with the wedding ring on your finger.

Neither of you says anything, as Carlos thinks everything over. He had never said it out loud, but when he first met you all those years ago, he fell in love at first sight. It was stupid. He wasn't one to be romantic, but when it came to you, he'd search the ocean's depths to give you whatever you wanted. Carlos still remembers tripping over his words whenever he tried talking to you and how awkward it was with you two going on dates and being supervised.

Now, he could talk to you, but he had to be careful with his touch. He always showed his love through touch, and while he constantly wanted to be touching you, you didn't. It was hard not to touch you; you were right there, and he wanted to show you how much you meant to him.

"Do you," He looks up and pulls his hand away, placing it back in his lap as you clear your throat, trying to find the words. "Would," You take a breath, feeling your face warm as you try your hardest to ask him such a simple question. "Would you like to come to the opening exhibit with me?" Carlos freezes, feeling hope bloom in his chest. He sits up and grabs your hand again, this time folding your fingers together.

"I would love to; you've never asked me to go before," you relax. The weight of his large hand brings you a comfort you've missed in your life. "Well, you asked me to join you for your company's gala; I thought it would only be fair," Carlos's smile fades a little, and you hate that you used that as an excuse instead of telling the truth. You want him there. You want him to be proud of your hard work.

"Ah, yes, I guess it's only fair," Carlos mumbles and squeezes your hand before pulling it away, looking at the time and cursing in Spanish. "Baby, I have to go back to the office," You sit up straight, the first time he's ever called you, baby, and you feel heat pool everywhere in your body. You both stand as you decide you should head back to the gallery anyway, "I'll see you at home, si?" Carlos whispers, pulling you in and giving you a peck on the lips, which has you craving more. God, you needed to get a hold of yourself.

"I won't be home till late. We're getting a shipment from France, and I need to be there for it," Carlos mulls over your words and smiles. "I'll bring dinner to you. Your favorite?" You melt into his arms, wrap them around his neck, and hug him. Carlos goes stiff in your arms before relaxing and hugging you back. "I'd love that," You pull back and kiss his cheek and lips. He still holds your hand as you pull away, letting your fingers fall away. He stands and watches you walk around the corner, returning to the gallery.

"I love you," He whispers, returning to the car and sliding into it.

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"Excellent job. I knew that girl would be great," Carlos hears the familiar sound of the newspaper hitting his glass desk as he turns from staring out of his windows to counting down the hours until he can pick up food and go to the gallery. "Mother, my wife has a name. Can't you learn it?" Carlos spins around and sighs, seeing that they already ran a paper with a picture of you and Carlos hugging in front of the cafe.

"Darling, I know her name, but you two don't love each other; this is merely business." Reyes waves her perfectly manicured hand like she is waving away a pesky bug. "Mother," Carlos is trying to hide his disdain for those words. His marriage wasn't a business deal; he wanted to build a life, a family, and a future with you. Yet, his family kept throwing girls in his face, Carlos turning each one away; they weren't you; they would never be you.

"Carlos," Letting out a sound of aspiration, Reyes rolls her eyes, "Don't tell me you've fallen for that little hussy," It takes every inch of control to remember that he loves his Mother; she isn't a horrible person, just life has hardened her in ways he's hated. "Mother," Carlos pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his temper in control. "She's my wife and possibly the Mother of my children, your grandchildren, don't you ever call her hussy again. Not to my face or to others," Reyes eyes her son; seeing the way he's reacted, she sighs and flips her hair back.

"Carlos, my boy, remember this marriage is not one of love. She will never love you; don't get too attached," Reyes stands as Carlos thinks over his Mother's words, her heels clicking as she walks out of his office. Looking to the side, he sees a picture from your wedding and smiles. You wrapped your arm around his neck, wearing a gorgeous plain wedding dress. It had long sleeves and a little cord wrapped around your middle fingers. Carlos can still remember how the fabric felt on his skin, how you glowed, and how you seemed genuinely happy.

Carlos stared at you with so much love that even the photographer had to take a moment after taking the picture and you smiling at the camera. It was in black and white; it was Carlos's favorite picture. You two look like a real couple, a truly happy couple. "Maybe this can be a marriage with love," he grumbled, diving back into his work, still watching the clock as it ticked even slower.

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"I think these are the last pieces," you nod, covered in oil, paint, sweat, and dust as you go through all the paintings and restorations, ensuring they're perfect. You were a mess, your clothes dirty and your pants with little tears as you kept getting stuck on the wooden boxes. Moving through the clutter, you don't see or hear your assistant talk to someone else. "She's quite busy," Carlos chuckles, holding your favorite takeout, his sleeves rolled up and holding his arms perfectly.

"That's alright. You can head home for the day. I'll take care of her," your assistant nods and bolts, giggling as she hears the rumors about you two, how you were passionate and sometimes couldn't contain your love for one another, even in public places.

"Mimi, could you see if we were supposed to get Ecstasy of Saint Francis by Giovanni Bellini on the itinerary?" You ask and turn, stopping when you see Carlos leaning against one of your black walls, smiling at you softly. "I sent Mimi home. It's late, baby, and you need to eat," You smile and move through the boxes, "And where do you think we could eat, Mr. Sainz? There is nothing but boxes filling this place," Carlos smirks.

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You laugh loudly as Carlos tells you about when his sisters held him down and put waterproof makeup on him, and he had to go to school looking like a clown. Carlos had laid out an old blanket, and some lights dimmed. He had turned it into a romantic dinner. The paintings of old surround you two as you lay on your backs and eat. "Mother was furious, but Papa, he laughed; he thought it was hilarious," You laugh even harder, picturing Reyes fuming and Sainz Sr. laughing his ass off.

"God, I can picture Reyes now." You roll over onto your stomach, looking down at Carlos, his eyes glowing as his hands folded over his stomach. You two giggle. As you know, Reyes was very strict. At the same time, Sainz Sr. tended to be the fun parent. You always liked the older Sainz man more than Reyes; he treated you like a family member. "Eh, it's funny now, but Mother had us terrified to the point we couldn't look at each other," Carlos chuckles, and you feel jealous, hating that you felt that way.

"I wish I had siblings. Maybe it would've made living with Mum and Father better," you whisper; Carlos's eyes soften as he reaches up, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you in. "Tesoro," you hum as you look down, feeling your walls crack slightly. "Have," Carlos thinks over his words, wanting to voice this next question carefully: "Do you want to have children?" Your breath catches as you think about two little boys, ones with large hazel eyes and perfect little noses and lips, like their father, and a little girl, a perfect copy of you, but with Carlos's perfect hair.

"Yes, I've thought about children. I think you'd be a great father," you whisper, fingers moving his hair back, which has him smiling, a genuine smile that makes your chest tight. "You'd be an amazing mother, nothing like ours," You nod, throat burning as you lean in, the urge to kiss him growing. He leans up, but you look away, and Carlos is thankful as he can hide his sadness and clear his throat. "When does the exhibit open to the public?" You say a silent thank you for that and consider when to open it to the public. "Maybe in 4 weeks, it'd take 2 weeks to hang the paintings and then decorate the place and get catering and all that," Carlos hums, fingers going up and down your back as you can't help but lay your head on his chest, Carlos's heart beating fast.

"If you need help, just ask me, and I'll do whatever you need." You smile at those words and arch your head up, kissing the underside of his jaw. "Thank you, Carlos," Carlso chuckles and tightens his arms before loosening them. "You don't have to thank me; it's the bare minimum." Shaking your head no, "No, I mean thank you for not being like our parents," Carlos makes a sound in his throat as you rest your head back on his chest. Carlos is unable to say anything else for the rest of the night.

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Tonight was the night of Carlos's company's office, and to say you were nervous was an understatement. They were all snakes, staring at you as they waited for you to make a mistake and point out that you were wrong for the Sainz Family and that Carlos would be told to divorce you. Standing in the bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror, admiring how the green grass sequins sparkled.

It had a U-cut neckline, showing off your cleavage and giving them a perfect but classy view, with the two sides pointing up. You had a green silk sash that wrapped under your breasts and over your left arm, mimicking a sleeve. It falls to the other side, and you have a large slit up to your waist in the dress showing off your gorgeous legs.

Your hair was styled, and you wore a light, matching emerald necklace and earrings that showed off your elegant taste. You wore adorable black Dolce and Gabbana Keira heels that were plain, but nothing was out of place; you were the picture-perfect wife of someone of Carlos's status. "Tesoro? Rea-" Carlos stops, his mouth dropping open as he stares at you.

Turning to feel your body warm, Carlos just stares at you with his mouth open, shifting your weight back and forth. "Carlos, you're staring," You whisper, unsure what else to say. "You're.....you're as gorgeous as the day I first met you," Your eyes widen, and you don't understand why your vision is suddenly blurry; turning fast, you grab a tissue and dab your eyes, so caught off guard by the wave of emotions. "Hey, hey, baby, why are you crying?" He whispers, coming around and turning you to face him.

"Carlos, you won't leave me, right?" His eyes grow wide, and then his face turns dark. "No, no, never, we made a promise. We won't be our parents. I'll never leave you; you won't leave me, will you?" The question as you suck in a shaky breath, shaking your head no quickly. "No, just, I hate these gala events. They all stare at me, judging me, waiting for me to make a mistake. When we first got engaged, and you took me to one for the first time, one of the wives of the board members said that if I ever made a mistake, they'd make you divorce me, that I'm replaceable,"

Carlos feels hot rage pulse through his body, but he refuses to show it and pulls you into his arms, holding you close. "You're not replaceable. You're mine and always will be," Carlos whispers, thinking about how he will crush the board members. They were too deep in his Mother's pocket, and he would deal with it.

"We don't have to go; we can stay in and watch trashy TV, Tesoro. Don't ever think I'd put you in these positions," Carlos begs, but you shake your head no, grabbing your husband's hands and pulling them off your face. "Carlos, we have a show to put on for them tonight. We have to go," you whisper, Carlos's fingers tightening around yours as he takes a deep breath. "Don't leave my side tonight. Do you understand me?" You nod your head. Honestly, you never wanted to leave Carlos's side; he was a wonderful friend and a lovely husband.

"Also, if you see my mother, please ignore her," he whispers, gently kissing your cheek and carefully wiping under your eyes, not wanting to smear your mascara. "Why?" Carlos shakes his head and ignores your question. "Come on, let's get going, and then if we survive, we can eat ice cream and candy," You laugh as Carlos smiles ever so gently and kisses your forehead softly. "You always touch and kiss me," You point out, and Carlos's cheeks dust pink, "Sorry, my family has always shown love by touching. It's a habit I've picked up,"

"I didn't say it was a bad thing, Carlos. We're married. You can do that as much as you like," Carlos chuckles and pulls you in. Baby, don't say that because if I could, I'd be touching you 24/7." You freeze, eyes wide, as Carlos smirks and pecks your lips. You shiver, picturing some not-so-innocent ways of touching. "The car is here," Your chest rattles as you take a deep breath; you could do this; it's just a couple of hours. That's it.

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Okay, you should've taken Carlos up on his offer to stay in and eat junk food and watch movies because right now, you wanted to die. "Mum, Father, I didn't know you two would be here," You smile, giving your parents your media smile. "Y/n, of course, we're here; Reyes invited us," You nod, stiff as a board, and try to ignore the way Carlos whips around and quietly whispers rushed, angry Spanish in his Mother's ear.

"Oh, that's very kind of her," You smile at Reyes, who glares back, Carlos's hand tight on his Mother's arm. "It is. I want an explanation as to why you're still not pregnant," Ice poured down your back, not even two minutes into seeing your parents again, and they brought up the dreaded question. Carlos and you have had sex a couple times on the honeymoon and maybe once in a while, but he never expected it out of you; it was more so out of loneliness when you two slept together.

Carlos moves so fast you don't even know he is in front of you until your hand suddenly holds his. "Mrs. L/n, with all due respect, this is not the time nor place for that question. And I suggest if you'd like to stay quests of my Mother, you act like ones, or else I'll have the guards throw you out. We all know that your situation can't afford another run in the tabloids," Carlos's voice drips with venom, his eyes hard; you've never seen him so angry; you've always seen him so soft and warm; this side of him was new.

"Now, excuse us," Carlos tugs you away, leading you to an outside patio. The cold air of the night hits you in the face, forcing you to suck in oxygen, lungs burning and heart thumping as you claw at your husband's hand, trying to feel grounded. "Baby, Tesoro, Y/n," Your eyes snap up as Carlos stares at you with worry, those tears from earlier burning as you move, burying yourself in his chest.

No one says anything as you sniffle; Carlos runs his hands over your arms, kissing your cheek. "That's the first time you've said my name," Carlos pulls back, raising an eyebrow, and you giggle. "When we first met, you called me by my maiden name; when we got engaged and then married, you only ever called me Tesoro," Carlos chuckles, having never realized that. "I guess you were always just my Tesoro, just.....something for us since we give so much to everyone else," Carlos whispers, and your smile.

"I'm okay with that," Carlos chuckles and leans back on the stone railing, listening to the fountain bubble behind him, enjoying the way you cling to him happily. "Carlos, I want children, but.....I want to be in love when I have them," he said, taking a deep breath, his fingers still. "We have all the time in the world, Tesoro," He whispers, like a promise that will never be broken. "Yes, we do," You look up into his eyes, and he smiles, leaning down and stealing a kiss, which has you smile into his lips.

Carlos looks up, his eyes narrowing as he sees his Mother, your parents, and some of the board members staring at them; his arms move around you and pull you closer. "Maybe we should leave," Carlos grumbles, and you shake your head no. "Carlos, we can't. You're the CEO besides," Your words get cut off by the sliding door being thrown open. "There's my baby boy and his ever-gorgeous wife," You turn, smiling brightly as you see Sainz Sr, wearing a suit almost identical to Carlos's, his gray hair brushed back and smiling widely.

"Carlos, are you keeping my gorgeous daughter-in-law away from me? Evil man, come, come, I want a dance. Carlos can talk business, and we talk about those anniversary plans," You giggle. Carlos sighs, knowing you'd be safe with his Papa, "Papa, Mother has," Sr. raises his hand, stopping his boy, "I know what your mother has done, and trust, it will be dealt with, but first, go kiss the boards ass a little bit, those rat bastards, should've never created the board in the first place," Sr. hisses but then turns seeing you smiling brightly and melts a little. "Go, she's safe with me," Carlos nods and moves past his father, kissing you gently.

"Come find me when you want to go home, and we'll leave." You nod and then laugh as Sr. sweeps you away onto the dance floor. Carlos smiles, seeing that you are at least comfortable with one member of his family. Turning his head, he snaps his jaw, seeing the board whispering to one another, and takes a deep breath, heading into the lion's den.

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Carlos swirls his drink around. It's been 2 hours, and you're finally sitting down, talking happily to his father, and it makes him happy that at least someone is pleased with their marriage. "She's quite close to your father, hm?" Carlos turns and feels bile rise in his throat; Jose Amador was one of Carlos's Mother's rats that tended to report everything back to her; he hated him.

"Yes, we've been married for some years, Amador; she's going to be close to my father," Amador hums and rubs his beard, chuckling. "Yes, you two might be married, but you know the rumors about her mother must run in the family," The crystal in Carlos's hand cracks, taking a deep breath, "I mean, why have the son of the biggest company of the world when you can charm the father," Carlos slams the crystal glass down and grabs Amador by the throat, thankful that no one was paying attention to them.

"Are you calling my wife a whore, Amador?" The man before Carlos gags, trying to find the words, eyes darting back and forth, looking for help, but help wouldn't be coming. "Did you? Cause if you did, you'll be losing that precious leash you love so much," Carlos snarls, squeezing so gently that Amador makes such a horrible sound, face red. "Did you? I asked you a question," Amador shakes his head no, and Carlos lets go, watching as Amador bends over the counter, sputtering and gasping for air.

"Be a good little bitch, and report back to my mother to leave my wife alone," Carlos stalks over, moving through the dance floor and walking right up to you, feeling his anger soothe as he hears your snorting laugh. "Carlos, you never told me you wanted to be a Formula 1 driver," Carlos chuckles and sits down next to you, tugging your chair close and kissing your exposed shoulder.

"Yes, but I'm happy where I am in life," He smiles, hand running down your arm and pulling your hand up, kissing that ruby wedding ring. You lean your head back, letting it rest on his chest and kissing the underside of his chin, giggling when the stubble of his beard tickles your cheek. Carlos smiles and leans down, kissing your shoulder one last time and sighing. "Papa, I think it's time we go home. Y/n has a long couple of weeks coming up, and also, I'm tired of the wolves circling us," Sr. turns his head quickly, noticing how certain board members look away.

Sr sighs loudly and rubs his face. "Your mother, go, go before she sinks her teeth deeper," you smile and stand. Carlos wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close. "Let's go home," you giggle, Nodding your head, and let Carlos lead you out.

He smiles down at you. Honestly, Carlos would burn the company down to the ground and rebuild it if it meant you stayed oblivious to the utter poison being pointed your way. He pulls back slightly, leading you to his Ferrari, taking in your utter beauty. His Mother could burn for all he cared; he only needed you and hoped you would also need him.

Turning, you smile at him, and he sighs, "Let's go away somewhere," He giggles at your adorable confusion and steps close to you, "Just for a weekend, away from work and from our parents, just I want it to be you and I." You smile and move your hand up, grabbing his tie and straightening it out. "I would love that, just for the weekend; we can leave now, surprise me," Carlos thinks over all the places they have homes and settles on one.

"I'll have them deliver our luggage; let's go," Laughing, Carlos jogs down the stairs as you laugh loudly, having never felt happier.

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Dropping your bags on the bed, you stare in awe at the gorgeous lavender fields just a step away from your back door.

When Carlos drove up to the old stone house, you gasped at its old beauty. Carlos smiles as he stops the classic 1969 Mercedes-Benz 280 SL Pagoda, a car you have always loved but Carlos rarely drives, saying he is saving it for the perfect moment. The house was made from gorgeous limestone, the sun making it shimmer.

Walking into the house, you fell in love with it even more. It was one of those perfect classic old-money homes, with nothing out of place and perfect taste. "Mother barely comes here, so she has left this little slice of heaven alone," Carlos smiles, carrying your luggage down the hall and leaving you to marvel at the old art and statues.

Stepping into the bedroom is what sold you. It had large windows that were wide open, giving the room a gazebo feel. You smiled as the soft summer wind brushed your skin, and now, you stood staring out of the double French doors, loving the radiant spills of lavender.

Carlos stares. He couldn't help the way you looked so peaceful and happy. He had to take a mental picture of this, as he never wanted this memory to end. "Carlos, can we sleep with the windows and doors open?" He melts, hearing the yearning in your voice; stepping closer, his body presses you against the door archway, "We can do whatever you want; I'm yours," Carlos whispers, cupping your cheeks; he leans down, brushing his lips against yours.

"Carlos," You whisper against his lips as he kisses you again, moving his lips to your neck. "Carlos, can we nap? I want to do nothing. Can we do nothing?" You beg, just wanting to enjoy his presence. No one was around for miles; you two would be utterly alone, which is how you want it. Away from the world, no faking your marriage, no cameras, no parents, no gallery, and no company breathing down your necks. "Of course," He reaches down, and you squeal as he carries you to bed, lying down and placing his head on your chest.

You smile, threading your fingers through his perfect hair, making him moan and smile with his eyes closed. You smile, closing your eyes as you two let the summer breeze over you. The warmth from Carlos has sleep grabbing you, pulling you under as you relax in Carlos's hold, and the two of you finally fall asleep.

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Carlos wakes before you, smiling as he lifts his body up, listening to you whine, reaching out for him in your sleep. Grabbing your hand, he kisses the ring and your hand, leaning so his lips brush your ear. "I'm going to cook us dinner. I love you," He whispers the last part so softly it's like wind brushing you. You roll over, burying your face in the pillow. Carlos is lying in, settling down, which has him aching to join you back in bed.

Reaching down, he grabs the blanket and gently covers you, rubbing the back of his fingers over your puffed-out cheek. Moving from the bed, Carlos slips out of the room, closes the door, and makes his way to the kitchen, glad he had some of their people stock up the house.

Going into the kitchen, he looks around for what he can cook. He settles on a pasta dish his grandmother taught him when he was younger and makes it for himself when he misses her. You and Carlos had odd hours, so you two rarely ate dinner together; that's why you had a standing cafe lunch to catch up with each other and keep up appearances. Thinking to himself, he knows he wants to change that; Carlos doesn't want this to be a fake marriage anymore; he wants something real. He wants the real you.

The smell of the pasta draws you from your sleep. Rising up on your elbows, you whine and rub your eyes, looking around for Carlos. Not seeing him, you sigh, wishing he had stayed in bed. Climbing out of bed, you wrap the blanket around you and creep through the house. You stop and about lose all control as you're meet with Carlos's broad back, shirt stretched over it as you watch him plate pasta for you both.

"Baby, would you like cheese?" Carlos turns, his hair fluffy and messy from sleep, and you bite your bottom lip, wanting to run your fingers through it. "Baby?" He asks again, smirking as he catches you staring at him. "Yes, please," Not even resetting, you move forward and wrap your arms and the blanket around Carlos's back, breathing in that lovely cologne. Carlos shaves the cheese over your pasta and goes to turn around but can't as you lean heavily on him, making him blush.

"Tesoro, you have to let me go so we can eat," you whine, but let your arms drop as he chuckles, turning and pecking your lips before grabbing the bowls and handing you your bowl of pasta. Can we eat outside?" He doesn't even say yes and automatically leads you outside, the two of you sitting on a loveseat with cushions. You move, placing your legs in his lap and cuddling close as the summer air turns with a slight chill in the air.

You eat silently, enjoying each other's company, until you finish your pasta. "Carlos?" He hums, taking your bowl from your hands, pulls you closer, and lazily stroking your leg as he stares at the lavender fields. "What my parents said," Carlos's fingers freeze as his jaw hardens, but you miss it, looking down at your fingers. "Maybe we should finally have the baby," Carlos whips his head around. You see the motion, but you refuse to look up at him.

"Tesoro, I don't care for a baby; you said you wanted one for love, and I said we'd get there; why are you rushing this?" You flinch, hearing the anger in his voice, pulling your legs away, sitting up, and pulling them to your chest. "Carlos, stop. We'll never fall in love with each other; stop saying that. We're friends; we'll only be friends," It feels like a gut punch with each of your words, and Carlos stands, backing away and trying to figure out where this came from. "Did...did Papa say something to you?"

"No!" You're fast to answer; Sr has never been one to push you about children; he's patient and knows that it'll come one day; he would never rush you two. "Then, who put these words in your mouth? You said you want a child from love, and now, you're just," He waves his hands, trying to find the words, "okay with throwing a child into this marriage," You bite your bottom lip so hard it almost draws blood.

"Carlos, you need an heir; that's why we're married. Not for love or business but because your father and Mother thought I was the best choice. All I have to do is give you an heir, and you can divorce me and find true love!" You yell, wiping your eyes, your fears and anxieties consuming you.

Carlos freezes, feeling like his world has shattered. His heart beats so fast you could probably see it through his shirt. "You want to divorce me?" You look up and feel your heart drop to your stomach, and your lungs burn as you try to breathe. Carlos was before you, his face utterly destroyed, tears falling as he stared at you. "Do you? What just have my child, take my ring off, and leave me? Is that what you want? Because if it is, then," Carlos takes a ragged breath, wiping his eyes.

"Then, you are not the woman I've been in love with since we met all those years ago when we were 19." Your eyes widen as you hear, "Because I love you, I want children with you, I want this marriage to be real, to call you my wife and mean it. I want you, body, soul, heart, and brain. That ring you wear, I want you to smile every time feeling its weight because it shows our love, my love to you. But, if you just want to have a child and leave me, then please be my guest because I'd rather have you shatter my heart now than later!" Carlos yells, making you blink.

He loves you, Carlos loves you, Carlos Sainz is in love with you, and your husband loves you.

"You love me?" You whisper, looking up, feeling your heart stop. You don't dare move an inch, scared you will lose everything if you make one wrong move. "Of course I love you. You took my breath away when we first met at that stupid little cafe. I couldn't even speak to you. You're gorgeous, intelligent, funny, love animals, and want dogs. You don't judge me for working so long because I work long hours now, so when we have our babies, I can help you. Your art and passion for it makes me so damn proud of you, you are stronger than anyone else I know, and I'd be a damn fool to not cherish and worship the fucking ground you walk on,"

"Carlos," he raises his hand, not wanting to hear it. "Just break my heart now," he begs, and you shake your head no. "I love you," his head snaps up as you stand, dropping the blanket and moving closer to him. "What?" He whispers, hands slipping from his hair, looking so hopeful. "I love you, Carlos Sainz, you, I love you," you whisper, "I love you," you say one last time, his arms wrapping around you and lifting you up as he kisses you deeply.

"Take me to bed," You whisper, Carlos groans deeply and moves his hands to your ass as he carries you to bed.

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You giggle as Carlos leaves kisses and soft bites on your naked back, his and your naked chests pressed together as he groans and pulls you closer. "I love you," He mummers, and you melt hearing those 3 words. "I love you too," You whisper; his eyes turn so soft they're melted chocolate, and you swear you could get lost in them. "I still want that baby," You tease, and Carlos rolls his eyes. "I just got you; let me be selfish," Carlos chuckles and pulls you closer, kissing you softly.

"You'll have me forever," Carlos groans at that, and you smack his chest, "Seriously, again?" You tease, and he lets out a sharp laugh. "I have my very gorgeous, naked wife in my arms. How can I not get hard again?" He grumbles but doesn't make a move on you; he is just resting his head on his arm.

"What's your favorite painting?" Knowing it might've been a cliche, you think and smile, but you don't care. "Starry Night, it's just... perfect; nothing could ever beat it." You whisper, and Carlos smiles, kissing your cheeks and lips, memorizing every corner of you. "Hmmm, you know our anniversary is the night of your gallery opening," he muses, and you freeze, having completely forgotten.

"Oh god, I forgot. I was so wrapped up in the gallery and forgot everything. Oh god, I'm a horrible wife," Carlos quirks his eyebrow, snorting with laughter and burying it in your shoulder as you hide your face in a pillow. "Baby, I just got the one thing I've always wanted. I don't want anything else," he whispers, and you gasp as he pulls you close, angling himself perfectly, which has you moaning softly and rolling your hips, and you both gasp.

"We have a plane to catch in the morning," You remind him, and Carlos groans, slowly moving his hips as you let out soft gasps, hiding your face in his neck. "Fuck the plane, I own it anyways," he flips you over, leaving you giggling as he covers you both with the covers, the smell of lavender and summer wind making everything perfect.

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"The gallery opening is tonight. You'll be there, right?" Your voice is soft as Carlos finishes lacing up his dress shoes. Carlos looks over his shoulder and curses the company for getting him out of bed. You were there, only wearing his shirt, wearing his marks, and he had to get out and go to work. The company could burn to the ground, and Carlos would care less.

"Tesoro, the only thing keeping me from being there would be death, and I don't plan on that for a very, very long time," He leans over the bed, kissing you gently. "It's at 6:30, just.....I want you there; I know it's our anniversary, but this is important to me," Carlos nods, sliding on the suit jacket, remarking on everything and ensuring everything he had planned was ready.

"Y/n, baby, stop worrying. I'll be there, and everything will be perfect," you whine, your anxiety spiking. You hated stuff like this; why couldn't gallery openings happen during the day? You'll just wait to get ready and walk circles into the rug now. "I love you," Carlos whispers, snapping you out of your downward spiral; your body turns warm, still not used to hearing those words.

"I love you too," Carlos smiles, stealing another kiss, but he groans, hearing his phone ring again. It is probably an assistant asking if he's on his way. "I swear," He growls and snaps into the phone, walking down the hall and leaving you in the silence.

"Maybe I should get us that dog," You grumble, reaching for your phone and smirking at all the adoption papers.

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"Carlos," Sighing, Carlos looked up, seeing his Mother smiling. Don't forget we have a board meeting at 5:30; it shouldn't last long." "Wait, no, we rescheduled that. I have Y/n, gallery opening tonight at 6:30. Mother," Carlos squeezed the pen. He wasn't stupid; he knew exactly what was about to happen.

"Carlito, don't catch an attitude. I'm still your Mother." Reyes narrows her eyes, and Carlos takes a deep breath. "I have to be out of here by 6," Reyes raises her hands in mock surrender, "Of course, it's your anniversary," Carlos watches as his Mother walks out of his office and looks at the new picture on his desk, you in a dress you called a milkmaid dress and surrounded by the lavender, "Fuck, I will not be late," He grumbles.

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Walking into the gallery, you carry Carlos's present and giggle, knowing he would love it. You wear an elegant black mermaid dress. A slash wraps around your neck, drapes over your left shoulder, and runs down your back. The dress exposes your shoulders and back, holding it together by your neck.

It was to match the gallery's aesthetic, drenched in black with low lights to show the art of history. You were excited and proud to show your hard work to the city, future artists, and your husband. Your black So Kate's clicked in the silence, admiring your employees' hard work; they would be getting a long vacation with payment; they did wonderfully.

"Mrs. Sainz?" You turn, smiling at one of your youngest workers, Charlie, a university student doing his internship with you. "Yes, Charlie, is something wrong?" Charlie shakes his head no and smiles at you. "I just wanted to say thank you for everything; this is a wonderful exhibit," A smile blooms on your face, and you pat his shoulder. "Thank you, Charlie, and if you ever need a recommendation, call me," Charlie nods and spins, walking off as you look at the clock, 6:15.

Where's Carlos?

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6:15

Fuck, Carlos was a dead man if he didn't leave here soon. Tapping his pen as one of the board members, whose name he didn't even bother learning, drones on. Reyes kept glancing at Carlos, as he would check his watch every second, and it was starting to annoy the board.

Sighing, Carlos looks at his watch, which is the last straw. "Mr. Sainz," Carlos jumps, and feels like dying as the oldest and most respected member, Mr. Bullisto was a scary fucker, and Carlos, even at his age, was still scared of the man. "Do you have somewhere else you need to be, or is the future of this company not important to you?" Mr. Bullisto snaps, and Carlos blinks, trying to find the words.

"My wife has a gallery opening at 6:30; I was hoping to be there on time," Carlos explained. The men on the board laughed, even Reyes. Carlos, please. Her silly gallery opening is unimportant; your job is far more important. She won't even care that you're late," Reyes waved her hand, and Carlos felt a white-hot rage shoot down his spine.

"You're wrong," The room grows quiet as Carlos leans back in his chair. "She will care, and so will I. You think I don't know what you did; you purposely scheduled this meeting for this day so I would miss her gallery opening." Carlos stands, fixing his suit, glad he had changed into it before the meeting. "Unlike you old bastards, I love my wife and respect her, and she's brilliant and doesn't think, Mother, I don't know about you trying to get rid of her. She's a Sainz, more so than you," Reyes glares. It was always a sore spot when the Sainz never welcomed her like they did his wife.

"Let me tell you all this right now," Carlos glares, leaning on the conference room table. "Y/n Sainz is my wife, she will remain my wife, I love her, and she loves me, and if any of you fucking bastards say a word against her, so much as a look, you'll all be fired, actually," Carlos thinks it over, knowing his Mother's claws was far too deep into this. "You're all fired, pack your shit and get out. Excuse me, it's my anniversary, and my gorgeous wife is opening up the biggest Renaissance and Borque gallery ever. Have a good evening," Carlos smirks, leaving them all yelling as he runs downstairs. 6:25, maybe he could make it.

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"Is he here?" you ask Mimi, who rolls her eyes. "Y/n, not in the last 3 minutes you asked." You cringe, knowing you were driving her mad. It was currently 6:45, and he still wasn't here, and you didn't know what to think. Carlos had called you around lunch, saying he had a board meeting but would be there on time. Now, he was 15 minutes late, and people were starting to notice.

"Mimi," you go to ask one last time, but stop as you see him run into the gallery and come to a light jog, then a steady, fast walk. His head moves fast, searching for you, and he stops. You both stare at each other as Carlos breaks out into his gorgeous smile and pushes his hair back, stepping up to you. "Excuse me, I'm supposed to meet my gorgeous, radiant, brilliant wife. Do you happen to know where she is?" You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in.

"You made it," "I made it," He breathes, kissing you, dipping you softly, which makes you two smile against each other's lips. "Happy anniversary," Carlos whispers, and you give a soft smile as Carlos leads you to one of the further back rooms. "Close your eyes," Carlos whispers, which has you listening to him as you both step into a room; color dancing across your eyelids, you slowly open and gasp.

Starry Night was dancing around the entire room, people just standing and watching as the sky moved; tears choked you as you grabbed your husband's hand. "You," "Charlie helped, snuck me in, the kid is wicked smart with digital art," You laugh, covering your mouth as you move throughout the large room, and stop right in front of the sun, touching the wall and gasping as it moves.

"Oh, you won the best present," You whine, Carlos turns his head, confused. "Here," You pull out a small photo, and Carlos freezes, "It's not a baby, at least not a human one, I figured maybe a dog first. His name is Pinon," Carlos breaks into a large smile. He pulls you in, kissing you deeply, "It's perfect, you're perfect," You wrap your hand around the back of his neck, the ruby ring sparkling under the Starry Night.

"I am yours," you whisper, pulling him in. And I am yours," he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours, pulling your hand in, and kissing your ring.

#carlos sainz x reader #fic rec

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Hot Water Bottle : ̗̀➛ Daniel Ricciardo

summary: periods are never fun, but with daniel looking after you, at least they become a little more bearable

A sigh came from you, guilt eating away at you straight away as you looked at the deep red stain that soaked into the middle of the cream sheets. With the stabbing in your stomach you had a feeling something was coming, but still you found yourself stood in surprise.

Your body cringed as the bedroom door opened, with Daniel following your eyes, he was able to join the pieces together pretty quickly.

“Y/n,” he whispered, tentatively approaching you and draping his arm across your shoulders. “Come on love, let’s sort you out.”

You allow Daniel to take a hold of your hand and lead you into the bathroom, opening up the drawer. He pulls out the pack of wipes and positions you leant against the bathtub. It doesn’t faze Daniel at all as he pulls your pyjama bottoms down so they sit around your ankles.

As much as you want to push Daniel away and not let him see you like this, the tight grip that he has on your leg leaves you with no choice but to stay. Daniel ignores your embarrassment as he gently wipes the wipe against both of your inner thighs, removing as much of the stains as he can. It shouldn’t feel as intimate as it does, but it’s Daniel’s way of showing you just how much he cares about you.

Your periods had notoriously been bad from day one, it was the week of the month when you were at your weakest. You hated losing the strength, the ability to do the things that you usually do, but worst of all you hated feeling as if you needed to rely on Daniel. Periods were never something that you never got used to, however Daniel was quickly learning how to deal with it all.

It was times like these when you felt most grateful for Daniel, how he’d reassure that it was no big deal and pretend like nothing had happened, although secretly you were sure that he was a little grossed out by what unfolded in front of him.

You couldn’t help but sigh when Daniel stood back from you. “I can take it from here,” you mumbled, too embarrassed to let Daniel take anymore care of you when you were such a mess.

The expression on his face was filled with sadness as he saw how embarrassed you were, unable to bring your eyes to meet his own. Daniel can’t help but worry, seeing you so unsteady, so flustered, kills him inside. He wants more than anything to be able to do more, to do whatever it takes for him to make sure that your period is as comfortable as possible for you.

He steps forward and rests his hand over the top of yours, “are you sure? I don’t mind helping you out if you need me,” he tells you, but your head shakes back at him. Daniel respects what you tell him, so instead he reaches back in the drawer and finds a hairband to be able to tie those loose, sweaty strands out of your face.

You hold onto Daniel’s arms as you push up from the bath, slowly walking towards the shower. “I promise that I’ll shout if I need you for anything.”

“You better,” he jokingly insisted. “Just take as long as you need, make the most of that hot water and try to relax for a little bit.”

“I’ll sort everything once I’m out,” you then tell him, leaning into the shower and turning the water on. You stay out for a moment as the water warms up, beginning to see the steam filling the room. “I’ll go crazy if I come out and find that you’ve tidied everything up Daniel.”

“I refuse to make any promises,” he smirked, pressing a kiss against your cheek, “even though I know your hormones are through the roof.”

Once the water feels hot enough, you lazily lift your foot up and place it into the cubicle. Daniel is there to steady you, offering you his hand as you make yourself comfortable before pulling the curtain across, acting as a barrier between you both.

“Stay in there and enjoy yourself, don’t worry about anything out here.”

“Daniel! I’m warning you!” You shouted, but he had already left the room.

After a few minutes you heard the door open again, peering around the curtain. You couldn’t help but smile as Daniel placed a clean set of comfy clothes for you on the floor before grabbing a clean towel and placing it just beside the exit of the shower for you to use.

“I should’ve known better, shouldn’t I?” You teased, turning off the water and pushing the curtain back, making Daniel jump in surprise.

“Sorry,” Daniel whispered, bending down and picking up the towel. He stretched his arm out, passing it across to you so that you could dry off.

You wrapped the towel around yourself, smiling appreciatively across at Daniel.

“I’m going to go and sort the bed out, I’ll meet you downstairs,” he then informed you, heading for the door.

You wanted to argue, but you were far too tired to even try and protest to Daniel anymore. “Thank you for always taking such good care of me. I’ll be as quick as I can,” you called out as he began to leave you alone to sort yourself out, getting comfy enough to get through the day.

“Don’t rush just for me, you need to take your time right now,” Daniel insisted, beginning to strip the bed, making sure to leave both doors open just in case you shouted for him.

“Daniel, honestly, I’m alright,” you laughed.

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You weren’t quite sure where Daniel found the time from, but as you headed downstairs your living room was already kitted out for the two of you to relax in. You barely stepped into the room before a hand slipped into yours and led you across to your sofa filled with cushions and blankets.

Daniel pulls you down with him so that you’re resting against his chest. “Feeling better?” He asked whilst pressing a kiss to the top of your head, watching as you relaxed into him.

“I mean, it hurts, but I’ll be alright,” you replied, resting a hand against your stomach, “I wish more than anything that periods didn’t exist, it’s not fair that we have to suffer like this.”

Daniel nodded in agreement with you, offering a sympathetic smile. “I can boil the kettle and get you a hot water bottle if you want one?”

“You actually have one?” You asked in surprise, impressed by how prepared Daniel was for your period.

He proudly smiled, knowing he’d shocked you, “I got one just for you, I know how much they help.”

“You’re the best,” you complimented, staying exactly where you were. Daniel’s brows knitted together in confusion as you remained in your spot, as much as you wanted that hot water bottle, finding the strength to move your body from your comfortable position was another problem entirely.

Daniel reads you like a book, knowing exactly what you were trying to tell him. “I’m not a magician, I can’t magic it over here y/n.”

Your head nodded as you stretched up ever so slightly, close enough to kiss against Daniel’s jawline. It was the first time that morning you’d truly been able to show him just how appreciative you were for all of the things that he did for you. How he always took care of you without ever expecting anything in return for his kindness.

Reluctantly you lean back, and move your body back with you. “I guess I’ll let you go to get it, as long as you hurry back as quick as you can.”

“You’ll barely notice I’ve gone,” Daniel spoke as he heaved himself up, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you sunk back down into the sofa and tried to get comfortable again.

It felt like a lifetime waiting for Daniel, staring out of the window as you noticed that the day seemed as miserable as you did.

As promised, Daniel moved as quick as he could, soon returning with your prized possession. Your hands reach out, humming in thanks as you place the hot water bottle to the spot where you’re sorest to try and relieve some of your pain.

Your head tilts back in relief as soon as it hits the spot, finally feeling a little bit of comfort again. “This is so good,” you whispered to yourself.

“I’m glad I could help,” Daniel noted as he tucked himself back into your side, moving his hand to rest on the bottle and keep it in place for you.

You went to speak, but stopped yourself as you rested your head on Daniel’s shoulder. Your eyes began to flutter shut, which Daniel was quick to notice, brushing his free hand gently against the length of your arm.

Whilst you got some rest beside him, Daniel reached across and turned on the television. What played was secondary to him, with you as his priority, nothing else really mattered to him.

Every so often you shuffled, never quite being able to find that sweet spot for too long. Each time Daniel looked at you in panic, only to settle again once he realised that you were alright. As soon as you gave him that smile, he knew that things were all good with you again.

What never changes though is the feeling of Daniel watching over you, he’s never quite able to switch off from you. “Haven’t you got work or something today?” You asked, glancing up and meeting Daniel’s eyes.

“Yeah, but I’ve changed my mind on that.”

Your hand pressed against his chest, “you can’t just cancel work like that, practice it’s important to you.”

“And so are you,” Daniel shrugged, as if what he was saying was obvious, as if it didn’t need a discussion.

You went to argue but reminded yourself it was pointless, Daniel was stubborn, especially when it came to you and being the one to protect you when you were hurting.

You reluctantly moved your hand off of Daniel and laid back into his side. He chuckled proudly as you did so, nothing that that was you admitting defeat to him.

For the first time you find yourself sitting comfortably, much to Daniel’s delight. It was all that he wanted, for you to be alright.

After a few moments, Daniel breaks the silence between the two of you. “Can I get you anything else sweetheart?” He asks, pushing the hot water bottle a little bit further into your tummy for you to feel the full effect of it.

“Take the pain away?”

“I wish that I could do that my love,” Daniel smiled weakly in response.

It was wishful thinking, but at this point, you’d do anything to take the pain away and go back to being your usual, excitable self again. “You’ve already done more than enough for me today, I can’t remember how I ever survived a period without you there to lion after me.”

“It’s no problem, I do it because I love you,” Daniel reminded you, but you were already well aware, period or not, Daniel always went above and beyond in order to take care of you.

You’d heard it a thousand times, and yet it still made your heart skip a beat. “What did I do to get so lucky Mr Ricciardo?”

Daniel finds himself lost for words, unable to give you an answer. If anything, that was the question that he was always asking himself.

“I think I might try and get some sleep for a bit.”

“Go for it,” Daniel agreed, pushing you closer into his side. He assured you that he would still be there when you woke up, keeping an eye on you and making sure that you were alright, happy to get anything that you needed from him.

“You should try and rest, you won’t get much sleeping next to me and my cramps,” you teased.

Daniel did as you said, happy to close his eyes for a little bit too.

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You weren’t quite sure how long your eyes were closed for, but when you woke up you found yourself back in your bedroom. The cream sheets that met you this morning were replaced with black ones, your hot water bottle was still pressed against your tummy, although seemingly it felt like it had been refilled a couple of times. Everything felt comfortable around you, the light was dim and your duvet had been pulled up so that it was nice and snug around your frame.

After a few moments, your bedroom door slowly opened. Daniel peered round, his smile growing as he realised that you were awake. His hands carried a mug of tea that he placed on the bedside table beside you. Once he had done that, he came and laid himself down beside you, brushing your hair out of your face before pressing a kiss against your forehead and snuggling as close to you as he possibly could.

He studies you momentarily, you look a lot more relaxed than you did earlier that morning when you were greeted with your mess.

You still seemed slightly unsettled, giving Daniel no choice but to press his hand against your hot water bottle and make sure that it was still hot. He was on the ball with everything, quick reactions were needed for driving in formula one, but those reactions definitely came in handy for Daniel when he was around you too.

Once again Daniel didn’t seem to take his eyes off of you, every time your expression changed he’d panic, when your hot water bottle dropped he’d pick it straight back up. You wanted to be used it, but you just couldn’t, Daniel still somehow drove you crazy, even when you were hormonal and being hit with plenty of pain.

He knew all too well that he occupied your mind too, your smile told him everything.

“Stop staring,” you laughed, jabbing your hand against his stomach as he turned to face you.

“Are you alright?”

“My period still hurts.”

Daniel hums in acknowledgement, “do you need anything? Food? Pain relief?”

“Just you,” you mused, much to Daniel’s satisfaction. “When did I even get in here?”

“Not long ago, you were starting to get restless so I thought you’d be comfy here,” he informed you.

“You should’ve woken me,” you argued, but he was having none of it, especially when you were in pain.

“You needed the rest baby.”

You hummed as he spoke, “I still feel sleepy.”

“Go back to sleep then silly,” Daniel chuckled, pecking a kiss against the rosy tint of your cheek.

Your head shook, “I feel like all I’ve done is sleep.”

Daniel paused for a moment, noticing how tired you still looked. “If it’s what you need, then it’s okay to close your eyes.”

“Will you stay here with me?”

He chuckled at the hope in your voice, “if it helps you, then of course I will.”

You nod proudly in reply, “a cuddle from you would make any situation better.”

“I’m supposed to be making you feel better, not the other way round,” Daniel joked back at you.

“You are making me feel better,” you insisted, wriggling your aching frame closer to his chest.

Daniel’s hand came up to run through your hair, “and you’re absolutely sure that I can’t do anymore?”

There was a moment before your reply as a quick yawn escaped from you. “I promise that I’m all good, unless you can take my period away completely.”

“I wish,” Daniel sniggered, moving his other hand to wrap around you and keep you as tight to him as possible.

Silence came into the room as the two of you settled. It took you a moment to find that position that felt comfortable enough to close your eyes, and Daniel waited patiently for you to do so, moving with your body and giving you as much attention and understanding as he could.

“Sleep well beautiful.”

“Daniel,” you whispered as you heard his faint voice, “I love you, you know that, don’t you?”

Daniel nodded against the top of your head, “I do baby, just as much as I love you.”

You immediately shook your head, “no, I’m sure that I love you a little bit more.”

“No way,” Daniel chuckled, knowing exactly where things were going. “Let’s agree to disagree.”

You tapped against his chest, “are you telling a hormonal woman that she’s in the wrong?”

Daniel pondered for a moment as he realised what you were hinting at, “no…I would never do that.”

“Good, because I love you the most,” you smirked, settling back down again. “Sleep well Daniel.”

“And you, my love.”

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

#daniel ricciardo x reader #fic rec #fluff

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