Not Done With You

After a 20 hour flight back to Perth, Diego and I flop hour bodies onto the couch in our little home. "That was such a long flight," Diego sighs.

"That's why we can't go to every grand prix." 

"I would do that again," He looks at me questioning, "If we could go to another one?"

Diego at another grand prix? Yes. Diego and I at a grand prix? Mmmm, no thanks. "We'll see Diegs, how about we recover from the on we've just been to?"

"Okay Mumma. When is the next one?" God, this kid has too many questions.

"In two weeks, so they have this week off." I look to his eyes and already see the question building up. "And yes, Daniel will be home this week, he was meant to fly with us today but he wanted to stay until Saturday for some reason.

~Sunday~

I drive up the long driveway of my parents house, fearing the conversations to be had today, I only got Dad a Father's day card (heavily decorated by Diego) and a box of chocolates. Knocking on the huge front door I hear footsteps across the interior's wooden floors. The door opens and a huge smile is spread across my mothers face. "Ma!" Diego squeals. She wraps her arms around Diego and plants a kiss on his forehead. "Happy Father's day!" He says. He still hasn't got the whole Father's day thing understood, but it was an attempt.

"Ma is not a father Diego, we're here to celebrate Pa." I laugh wrapping my arms around my mothers sleek body. I've always had a soft spot for my mum.

"Come in, come in. Daniel's already here." She exclaims, ushering us through the door. As I round the corner to the dining room, I look at Daniel who is talking to some other man.

"Carlos!!" Diego screams. What. The. Fuck. I glare at Daniel. "Happy Father's day!" Diego says departing from Carlos's hug. Daniel tries to hide his small laughter as Carlos looks over at me with sheer panic running trough his mind. I shake my head if to say 'don't worry, I didn't tell him'.

He then moves on to find Danny's embrace. "Uncy Danny! Happy Father's day!" Carlos's panic disappears.

 I head over to Dad and place a kiss on his forehead. "Happy Father's day jerk." Keep it civil. Keep it civil. Next I head to Daniel and hug him whilst commenting, "So that's why you stayed til Saturday."

He laughs and rolls his head back. "Don't know what you're talking about lovey." I punch him in the shoulder and walk to Carlos's side.

"Talk and walk?" I suggest.

"I thought you were more into bang and run?" He laughs, but his stare is cold. I hear a gasp escape Daniel's mouth from the other side of Carlos. I grab Carlos's hand and pull him out of the dining room and back into my old bedroom. "Um Hayley." He says looking around the room. "You and me in the same bedroom doesn't end well."

"Well I'm here to talk."

"Oh so now you want to talk? You're terrible at expressing your emotions." He scoffs.

"What do you mean?" I stutter as Carlos takes a step towards me.

"After all the times I've called and texted you this week, someone would've thought a talkative person like you would've responded." He says, taking another step. "Or were you gonna leave it another 4 years?"

"Like you can talk. You're worser at expressing emotions." Is worser even a word? My brain is a fog as he takes another step. His head only centimetres from mine. 

"How so?"

"You said you loved me."

"And did I stutter?" My mouth is lost for words before it is full of his tongue. He kisses me passionately, placing one hand on the wall behind and another on my jaw.  I kiss back, losing all control. I wrap both of my legs around his torso as he grabs onto my ass. He walks us to the edge of the bed and sits me down as I desperately straddle him. I feel his hardened cock underneath me and let out a small moan. He breaks away from the kiss and places his pointer finger on my lips. "Shhhh, your parents are down the hall." He smirks. Our lips crash together as I rock back and forth on his crotch, earning tiny moans from his mouth. I continue to tease him as he bites my lip in refusal. He breaks apart again. "No more. Please no more." He sighs resting his head on my shoulder.

"What's wrong baby, am I too much to handle?" I tease running a hand through his luscious hair. 

"No, we just don't have enough time to do all the things I want to do to you." He scoffs. "Plus I don't think your parents would appreciate my name being screamed over family lunch." 

I laugh, he can't be serious. "Carlos."

"Mi amor."

"What do we do from here?" I say, tears forming at my eyes. 

"For starters, please don't cry." He says wiping away a tear with his thumb. "Secondly, I think Diego deserves to know."

"Know what?" A quiet voice whispers from near the door. Diego. I realise what Diego is seeing right now and I get off from Carlos's lap. "Mumma what's going on?" I look over at Carlos for reassurance and he nods his head.

"Diegs, you know how your Papa was on a long trip?" Carlos looks at me confused.

"Yes."

"Well he's returned." I say, my voice shakey.

"Where is he then?" Diego asks.

"Next to me." I stutter.

"I'm your father Diego." Carlos saves me as I see the shock on Diego's face build up.

"No way!!" Diego squeals. He rushes over to Carlos and embraces him tightly. "Mumma, Papa was never on a big trip silly. He's a famous formula one driver!!" 

Damnnnnnnnnnnnnnn... could you imagine having him as a father?!

Sorry for not updating guys! I've had exams  and work all week so haven't found any time xx