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A “fuck” followed by a large crash is heard on the other side of the wall from Oscar. His teammate Lando is the obvious origin of the noise, probably having bumped into something that then fell. Everything about this weekend has been a lot for him and he thinks his teammate is feeling it too. Monaco is always a chaotic race but between hiding his husband and son away and being a WDC contender the stress feels immeasurable compared to before.
When Logan was in F1 it made it easy to hide. It was significantly easier to hide. Why was Logan always at the track? He’s racing so why wouldn’t he be there? Why was Logan hanging out with Oscar all of the time? Childhood best friends of course. They had gotten married when they were younger in F3 as a bit of a joke while drunk. It all worked out for the better though. It was convenient at first and made things easier. When it came time for them to rent a flat, landlords seemed to trust them more after they told them. They didn’t even have rings at first, but after 3 months they ended up in a jewelry shop in Monaco and it only felt right to buy some after looking around a bit. They never told anyone who didn’t need to know. Lando and Alex, Logan’s former teammate at Williams, both don’t know. The rest of the grid is in the dark. Logan’s family doesn’t even know, only asking when he’s finally going to get a girlfriend. Oscar’s family knows though, he called his mother 3 days after they woke up in bed together with marriage papers on the bedside table and hickeys down their necks. She wasn’t happy, not that he married his childhood best friend and karting rival but that she wasn’t able to be there when they did.
Telling his manager Mark was probably the scariest person for him to tell. Logan and him had set up a dinner and invited him and Jenson over under the guise of just getting together for the sake of things. They strategically picked the worst time to tell them too, mid-bite and out of the blue. Mark had gone silent and stared at the two of them across the table. Jenson had immediately congratulated them, standing up from the table and pulling Logan into a hug. Mark after coming back to the land of the living then started asking questions, reasonably so. “How long?”
“4 months”
“4 months is a long time, why didn’t you tell us 4 months ago?”
“Well, we only just bought rings last month.”
“You’ve still been married for 4 months without telling us.”
After the initial shock and some talking it over Mark’s qualms had been settled. They had decided that first day when they woke up hungover and confused that if they were going to stay married they weren’t going to tell people they did it as a bit of a joke. It only took them till a week before planning that fateful dinner to figure out their actual feelings for each other. A few weeks of waking up in bed together and proof of their actions from the night before led them to having to have the real conversation that no other couple but them would have to have. It’s a good thing they did get it all figured out otherwise it might have truly broken Mark if he had found out they weren’t truly together like that.
As much as Oscar likes looking back to the start of his and Logan’s relationship he has things to do. Things such as racing the Monaco Grand Prix. After zipping his racing suit up, he shakes out his limbs to get some of his nervous energy out. He crosses the room to the alcove where his bed is and gives Logan a quick kiss on the lips. Logan is sitting with his legs splayed out of the bed and Luke sitting with his back to his dad’s chest between them. He can’t believe that their son is an F2 driver, it feels like only yesterday they had decided to adopt the 16 now 22-year-old.
They were 18 at the time and 6 months into marriage when Logan had found him crying outside a motorhome in the rain. His parents had decided to stop supporting his racing career and him in general asking for him to emancipate himself. Logan had thought that was insane and brought him back with him to his and Oscar’s flat which happened to be about an hour and a half away from the track. They had decided then and there that that wasn’t going to happen and that they were going to adopt Luke. It took about a month for things to get sorted out, something that shocked them with how quick it was. In that time they had changed Logan’s old bedroom into Luke’s room and made sure he kept up with his school. Nicole would have been disappointed in her son if he didn’t make sure any grandchild of hers wasn’t educated.
It worked to their advantage that Luke had been a Williams academy driver, it had meant that Logan could spend more time with him. Then Zandvoort happened and Logan had been dropped mid-last season and that came screeching to a halt. He didn’t know what he was going to do and he was working with his manager Jenson to get a plan figured out. He went back to their London flat to hide out from the world for a little while. Luke being there helped a lot, although he was 21 at the time he had never moved out. It was basically his flat at this point anyway, Oscar had bought a place in Monaco near the beginning of last season and the couple had all but completely moved out to live there. They still kept all their things save for most of their clothing in London, just bought a second set of nearly everything for their new place. It worked well for them.
Ruffling their son’s hair and kissing his forehead as a one last goodbye before leaving made him wish he could take the two of them with him everywhere. “Don’t forget to go out the back when you leave for the Williams garage.” He reminds Luke, that although they’ve done this song and dance before he still feels the need to say it to cover all his bases.
“I will don’t worry.” Is mumbled back to him. A clearly tired and half-asleep Luke is shuffling around in Logan’s arms trying to get comfortable again.
“I’ll make sure he leaves with enough time, don’t worry babe.” His husband softly tells him, carding a hand through Luke’s hair. He gives Logan one last kiss and heads out of his driver's room making sure not to open the door too wide and potentially expose his family to the rest of the world.
Walking through the McLaren garage never gets old. He’s putting his helmet and gloves on, doing his final checks before he gets in the car. The formation lap goes smoothly, and he gets lined up at his spot on the front row, P2 ahead of Charles and behind Max. The race goes smoothly until the final 5 laps where Max locks up on a turn and he magically manages to pass him on the tight streets of Monaco. The race finishes with Max in P3 and Charles just ahead of him in P2. It’s another win for Oscar.
Pulling his car up to the sign he gets out and Charles is the first to congratulate him. It’s a little funny how this time last year they had been jokingly calling him Oscar Piastri-Leclarc, saying he was Charles’ son. It was almost fitting considering that it was the other way around, in reality, Oscar was a father and his son was somewhere in Williams unable to really celebrate his father's win.
The podium ceremony goes quickly and media takes forever. Lando has made sure to invite him out to go clubbing with him and a bunch of the other drivers to celebrate his win. He’s almost forced to say yes. He’s not one for clubs and he’s more of a domesticated house cat than anything. He tells Lando that he’ll join anyway, the high of his win and the knowledge he’ll be sleeping in his own bed tonight are enough to win him over in the end. When he gets back to his driver's room he informs Logan and Luke of his plans for the night, the younger having returned much sooner than Oscar with his winner's duties. They drive back home after sneaking out a back way to maintain a level of secrecy and Logan starts making dinner for the three of them when they get back. Oscar has never been more grateful for a drunk decision he made only a week into being 18. He gets changed into an outfit that Lando will deem acceptable to go clubbing in, a white button-down and tan slacks. Leaving their bedroom he wanders into the kitchen and wraps his arms around Logan’s waist. “I can’t believe I agreed to go out with Lando tonight.” he groans into his husband’s shoulder. Said husband stops stirring the alfredo sauce he’s making and turns his head to kiss him on the temple.
“It’ll be ok, just go and have fun and if you need anything you know I’ll always pick up.” the American tells him. “You should go find Luke and put something on TV while I finish this. I think he’s in the living room.” Oscar groans again as he slowly unwraps his arms from Logan’s waist giving him a kiss on the back of the neck before he departs from the kitchen.
Luke must have gotten changed while Oscar was because rather than being in a Williams team kit he was in a white t-shirt and navy slacks. Sitting curled up on their couch scrolling on his phone, Oscar joins him pulling him into his chest. “Hey, you did great this weekend.” He says. It’s true, Luke had managed to get first himself earlier in the weekend during the F2 portion.
“Thanks Dad, that really means a lot.” his English lilt is present in his words.
“Do you have any plans? I know you didn’t go out last night.”
“Yeah, I’m joining Ollie, Kimi, and Gabe tonight.”
“So we’re leaving Logan alone tonight?”
“Yeah, I already talked to Dad about it though he said he has some data to look over before Imola.”
“I’ll be out with Lando, Charles, and some of the others on the grid too so if you need anything at all don’t be afraid to ask."
“Dad, I’m 22. I know how to go to a club.”
“But still, safety is important, you can always call Logan to pick you up.”
“I know that Dad.” he huffs out.
They never manage to turn on the TV to find something before Logan calls for them from the kitchen. Dinner goes by fast with Logan reminding them both of what Oscar just reminded Luke of. Afterward, Oscar makes his way to Lando’s, and Luke gets on his way to meet with his group for the night.
His knocking on Lando’s door is cut off halfway by Carlos opening it. Ushering him inside he sees his group for the night Lando, Max, Charles, and Carlos. “Bro, what took you so long? I almost thought you changed your mind.” Lando says. It doesn’t take long for them to all take a shot of two and head out the door ending up at a private table at a club faster than Oscar thought possible. Across the jam-packed room, Oscar sees a table filled with familiar faces, his son and his group. He feels relieved to know where Luke is and sends a text to Logan telling him that the two of them are at the same club. All he gets is a thumbs-up in return.
Oscar knows that a drunk Lando is a talkative Lando and as the night goes on it that statement only gets more true. At some point, Lando and Carlos end up sitting next to him and talking to each other. “Who’re you texting Oscar?” The question coming from his teammate surprises him.
“Huh, no one.” He replies a little delayed from the shock of being asked in the first place.
“It’s a girl, right? That’s why you’ve been on your phone all night? She was at the race, wasn’t she? That’s who Mark was talking to in your driver while you were doing media right? You totally brought her to the race,e didn’t you? Totally told her you were gonna win it for her right mate?”
“Dude no, there is no girl and no one was in my driver's room but Mark earlier. He was probably just on the phone.”
“Nah mate, I totally heard two voices in there.”
Just as Lando had started pushing harder Charles comes bounding over, a large grin plastered on his face and Max trailing behind. “Look who we found!” Charles shouts to them over the music. Standing in front of him are now Luke and most of the F1 rookies. “They are joining us, isn’t this wonderful!” The boys plop down around the table that’s now overflowing with the unexpected guests.
“Max, Oscar totally has a girlfriend that he won’t admit to having,” Carlos yells across the table. This causes Oscar to go bright red from embarrassment, he makes eye contact with Luke too who looks like he’s trying to hold in laughter but is failing. Luke gets up and grabs Gabriel, probably to get another drink and Oscar feels a little betrayed. His own son has left him in a war zone. His phone lights up again and he goes to check it.
Logan: I’m going to bed, feel free to call if you need anything and wake me up when you get home.
He feels himself smile a bit reading the message. He hoped Logan wasn’t looking at data the whole time before he went to bed. He watches as Luke and Gabriel return to the table and he himself stands up to move to the other side of the table and sit with him instead of his teammate. “How are you doing?” he asks his son.
“Good, how’s da-Logan?” He hopes other people missed Luke’s slip up but he for sure didn’t. His son is at the stage of drunk where he’s lightly slurring his words and starts leaning into Oscar a little bit.
“He’s doing good, he just went to bed, OK.” He feels the need to reassure his son more than normal because of the state he’s in. He looks younger like this, slumped in on himself looking at Oscar with his wide blue-green eyes. He looks so much like Logan like this. His hair is messy and his eyes are just a little lost from the alcohol. The little lean into Oscar becomes him putting all his weight into Oscar’s side. His eyes once semi-focused have started widening and he starts to shake a little. Oscar watches it unfold in real time, and it sets in that this isn’t a side effect of drinking, it's something else entirely. “Hey, hey, no, stay with me now.” Oscar forces him upright and the action along with his words draws the table's attention to the two of them. Max grabs Luke’s drink off the table and gives it a sniff, the face he makes afterward tells Oscar that something is off with it. “Fuck we need to get him out of here.” He wraps Luke’s arm around his shoulder and tries to hoist him up but he’s a dead weight. Charles notices his slight struggle and immediately gets on Luke’s other side and helps. Oscar checks to make sure they both have their phones and with the help of the other drivers they’re able to make a swift exit from the club out the back. Oscar pulls out his phone and immediately clicks Logan’s contact. It rings 3 times before it’s picked up.
“Hey Osc, what’s up?” Logan asks in a groggy voice.
“Someone put something in Luke’s drink, I need you to pick us up.” He rushes through the words, his thoughts all jumbled up from the worry.
“Oh shit. I’m on my way. I have your location, just stay on the phone. I'll be right there. Can you put him on the line?” Logan is obviously awake and shuffling around their flat putting his shoes on.
“Yeah I can get him on the line, he’ll be a little out of it though,” he says back into his cell. “Hey Luke, it’s Logan on the line. Come on buddy, I’ll hold the phone, don't worry, just talk to him.” He holds the phone up to Luke’s ear watching as his son seems to melt a little at his other father’s voice.
“Da-ad,” he hiccups through the word, still slurring slightly. Oscar can’t hear what his husband is saying on the other end very well but he can tell from Luke’s body language that it’s doing something positive for him to be on the line. He’s so focused on making sure his son knows he’s going to be OK that he doesn’t realize the other drivers are staring at their interaction. As Luke talks with Logan, if you can even properly call it talking on Luke’s end, Oscar notices a tear escaping his eye. He quickly wipes at his son's face brushing the tear away.
“Hey, it’s all gonna be fine. It’s all going to be OK. He’s going to be here any minute now, and we’re gonna take you home, and you’re gonna wake up in your bed, and we’ll make you breakfast in the morning, and everything will be alright. No one is mad at you, Lukey. Got it?” Just as he’s finished giving his little speech. He sees Logan’s car pull up. It comes to a halt and he watches as Logan jumps out of the car and hurries over to where they are standing back in an alley behind a random club in Monaco. He runs straight to the three of them standing there, or two standing and one being supported. Hey pulls Luke from their arms into a tight embrace.
“Oh thank god you’re OK.” He says relieved. “I know I had you on the phone but it’s better seeing it with my own eyes.”
He watches as his son starts to shake with tears, “I’m so so-sorry for dra-dragging you out here Dad.”
Oscar quickly moves to put a hand on Luke’s back. “No, no, no, don’t even say that Lukey. Your dad and I will always come if you call. We love you and nothing will change that. Even if you weren’t a driver and you quit and wanted to hide away in Switzerland we would love you.” Logan hoists the 22-year-old under his arm and Oscar goes back to his place from before, helping support him.
“We’re gonna take him home,” Oscar tells the group. They start walking away before they even get a response.
Getting Luke home is another challenge, Oscar sits in the back seat with him as he supports their son's entire weight. They get him into the elevator and into their flat with relative ease. “I don’t want to leave him alone, Logs.”
“I don’t think we should either.” His husband agrees, shaking his head.
“Let's get him into his pjs and bring him to our room.”
“That’s probably for the best.” They make their way to his room following their plan getting him into some loose comfy clothes to sleep in before bringing him to their king-sized bed. They take turns getting ready for bed while the other sits with Luke who’s going in and out of consciousness. They situate themselves leaving Luke on the end closest to the en suite bathroom. Logan spooning Oscar, who falls asleep brushing a hand through their son's hair.
They wake up that morning to hearing the sound of someone throwing up in the bathroom and their son missing from their bed. Making their way to the bathroom to find Luke hunched over the toilet bowl shaking. Logan rubs a hand on his back and offers him water when he’s done. They guide him out to the bedroom again and Logan leaves to go start on breakfast promising to make something simple for him to digest. Oscar suggests Luke take a shower in the meantime because it’ll make him feel better. While Luke moves to his room to start getting ready for his shower Oscar moves to the kitchen to talk with Logan.
“I’ve never been more thankful to be at a club,” he says with a tiredness clearly settled deep within.
“I can’t stop thinking about what would have happened if you weren’t there,” Logan responds, sounding worse for the wear. “What would they have done? I don’t know if he would have been able to give them his address. Osc, he was so out of it. How could someone even think about doing that to him?”
“I don’t even know if Lando knows where I live.”
“They wouldn’t have even known to call us. He was crying to me about how much he wanted me there and they wouldn’t have even known to call me.” Logan looks on the verge of tears. “That’s our son and they wouldn’t have known to call us if something happened outside of the paddock.”
A creak in the floors had them turning their heads to look in the direction of the hallway towards their rooms. Luke shuffles into the kitchen and Oscar wraps him in another hug. He guides him to the living room and they sit on the couch together and lean into one another. Logan soon arrives in the living room carrying plates of omelets for the three of them. They are in the middle of eating when they hear a knock at the door. Oscar looks to the other two nodding, a sign saying that he’ll be the one to get the door.
When he opens the door he’s surprised to see Charles standing on the other side.
“Hey, I just wanted to make sure that Luke got home OK last night.”
“Yeah he got home fine, uh you could have just called me though?” He doesn't even know how Charles knows where he lives.
“Yes I could have, but I wanted to talk about what happened last night.” Oscar could tell it was going to be a long day today.