Okay, so last one.. it's a dubble update. But the second part is very short. It just didn't fit together in one.
Enjoy the end..
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It's Valencia before we know it. Fabio is surprisingly calm and he's doing quite good. He could still win this thing.
We are doing exactly like we agreed. We are acting normal around each other, but a bit reserved, a bit hesitant. But we atleast talk about what we want and don't want. I try to help him as much as possible, giving him long treatments in the clinica mobile and making sure he's in the right headspace.
Having his family here helps a lot, he's more relaxed with them around. And we even have a short dinner with his and my parents. My parents are guests this weekend as well and I'm really glad, I didn't realise I missed them this much.
Fabio's mother is not saying much to me, but she's not freezing me out or being rude. So all in all it's good.
Domizia and I spend a lot of time together and she knows about everything between Fabio and I. I'm really glad to have her. And Pecco made time for my father this weekend. Taking a picture, signing some things, letting him inside the box during Fridays practices.
My father even met Valentino and his weekend couldn't be better. He couldn't believe the conversation Vale and I had about Pecco's riding style and how normal that was for me.
Fabio even had time to spend time together cuddling in bed, talking about everything and nothing. A bit like the first race I attended. Moments like those are unforgettable.
"Ma Chérie?", Fabio calls coming out of the shower.
"Yeah?", I call back from his bedroom.
"Ah, here you are. I wasn't sure if you were back already. I missed you", he says walking in. We haven't seen each other after qualifying. I needed to do check ups and Fabio had interviews and stuff.
"You did good! Congrats!", I get up to hug him. "P4 is good!"
He grins when I let go of the hug, but he doesn't let go of me. He pulls me close and our lips lock. It's a sweet but hungry kiss, our hand roam over each others body. My nails softly scratch up and down Fabio's back, which makes him groan in pleasure. His hands make their way under my shirt finding my breasts and softly squeezing them. I love this sweet and careful side of him. It makes me weak in my knees and very wet.
"Fabio", I slowly manage to say, there's an urge in my voice, which makes him stop what he's doing and look at me. "Make love to me, please"
And that he did. We took our time and it was like exploring our bodies again, treasuring every part.
I've never felt more love for Fabio, than during this time. It even reassured me that everything between us will be okay.
We fall asleep not long after and stay cuddled to each other for the entire night.
And when we wake up, it's... raceday. The last one, the most important one.
Fabio's having breakfast with his family and I let him be. I want him to have this moment. I do a checkup on Pecco and have a quick breakfast with Domizia.
"Good luck today", I tell her, while hugging her.
"Yeah, well may the best win?", she asks a little awkward.
"I'm very proud of the both of them, whatever happens today", I smile, before going over to Pecco, whose sitting with his sister.
"Pecco, good luck today", I tell him, while hugging him. "Try to enjoy it, then your riding style will be unbeatable"
He nods, giving me a small smile before I make my way back to Fabio.
Fabio was still enjoying breakfast when I entered the hospitality. He's talking with my dad.. my dad? I hope he's not giving Fabio an hard time.
"Julie!", my dad calls a soon as he sees me.
"Hey", I say approaching them. I give my dad a kiss on the cheek and Fabio a kiss on the lips. Fabio pulls me on his lap, his arms wrapping around my waist.
"Fabio just told me how he couldn't have done this season without you", my dad tells me. I feel myself blushing the words. But I don't believe that's true, I held Fabio back, I distracted him and made him worry. But I don't say a word.
"I think it's time to get ready for warmup", I say, trying to shift the attention of me. And if on cue, Tom makes his way over to us.
"You done, Fab?", he asks enthusiastic.
Fabio nods and takes my hand, pulling me with him towards his motorhome.
He's incredible relaxed today, but there's something in his eyes. I think it's nerves.
After warmup we watch the races together. Together with his family, his friends. My parents are on the grandstand, because my dad loves watching from the grandstand.
With all of his friends and family here, it's busy and there are plenty of reassuring words. Most times it's me who tells him how proud I am and squeeze his hands or something. That's now his mother and Anthony. And that's how it should be.
I let them have these moments and stand back till Fabio takes my hand, asks me something or looks at me.
We have our little ritual before the start and my nerves kick in, as soon as he's on the grid.
The race starts and I think it's the longest hour of my life. This is worse than the radiation I did. I almost can't look. Everyone is on the edge of their seat, figuratively of course, most of us are standing. The moment Fabio and Pecco touch I gasp and have a small heart attack. Atleast that's how I think it feels.
"He did everything he could", his father says, standing next to me. The race isn't over yet, but Fabio's fourth and he won't be able to win. Not without a miracle.
"I know. I'm proud of him. I'm just a bit mad at myself", I say, focusing my gaze on the TV.
"You're not riding that bike. Why would you be mad at yourself?", his voice is full of confusion. Tony, on the other side of me, squeezes my shoulder for support.
"No, thank God", I chuckle, "but I've distracted him too much. I'm sorry"
"All I hear is how much you helped him. How you supported him and gave him all the treatments he needed", his father tells me. A tear runs down. Because of his words, but more because of the mentioning of the clinica mobile.
Dr Zasa called me a few minutes before the race. He told me Dorna didn't renew the contract. So basicly I lost my job. I didn't tell people. Everyone was busy with the race, I was busy with the race. And I couldn't tell Fabio just a few seconds before he got on the grid.
The checkered flag falls and Fabio finishes fourth. So Pecco wins the championship. I watch how he congratulates Pecco on the track before he makes his way back to the box. It's heartbreaking to watch. His head hanging low, his visor down, probably already crying inside his helmet.
As soon as he's here, everybody is around him. I'm waiting back a little. Letting his family have a moment first. Well both his families, his real one and his team.
Mr Ezpeleta is here as well as he congratulates Fabio on the good season. The man that didn't renew our contract. Fabio comes in and I pull him in my arms. His helmet still on, his gloves still on.
"I'm really proud", I whisper in his ear. "You'll always be my champion"
I see a faint smile when he pulls away.
After he has his helmet off, his gloves off and his sunglasses on, he makes his way over to Parc Fermé. Tom and Maider by his side as he congratulates Pecco. I want to congratulate Pecco as well, but I don't join. I need to be a supportive girlfriend right now.
The afternoon consisted of interviews with the press, taking some time with his family and Fabio and I cuddled a bit before he had to get ready for the awardshow. It is all a very stressful day without so much time to take a breath.
The awardshow.. In the beginning of the season they confirmed four tickets for Fabio, for the award show. Two for his parents, one for his brother and one for Tom. We weren't dating, so that was enough. Later in the season they asked and he assumed the clinica mobile would have their own tickets, so he didn't change it.
But when the news came out about the clinica mobile today, that all changed. I've never heard Dr Zasa speak like that, he was completely in shock. They didn't sign the new agreement, but they always did that the week after the last race.
But this time, Dorna made a deal with a Spanish company..
So, no invite for the awards anymore, and no job anymore.
Fabio doesn't know yet. Or atleast not from me. I just know it a few hours and I couldn't tell him a few minutes before his race and also not right now. I mean the man is dealing with losing the championship, I can't add my drama on top.
He just knows the clinica mobile doesn't have invites for the gala. We're meeting each other at the after party.
I'm running late, after a long meeting in the clinica mobile. Everyone is devastated and we are all out of jobs. It seems like the company is a big one and has his own employees. So yeah, we all have to figure some things out. Well there are a few who can stay working in superbikes, as it seems that they renew their contract with clinica mobile. But that's it.
I got ready in our hotelroom, did my makeup and pulled on the most beautiful dress I own. It's dark green, discretely low cut and long. I think it's the nicest thing I ever owned. I cut my hair short again and left it full of curls like it was when I came out the shower.
Walking into the party, I'm nervous. I'm 45 minutes late and I don't know how these parties are. Fabio only said he was getting wasted tonight. I immediately go the bar, ordering some wine, before looking around, trying to find Fabio or Tom. Even before I get my wine, my eyes find Fabio. It's not that hard. He's in the middle of the dance floor. But that's not what makes me freeze, it's the fact that his lips are on another girl's lips. He's kissing someone.. a beautiful, sexy girl with long red hair. Someone I've never seen before.
After a few moments, I can tear my eyes away from them and I walk towards the bathroom. It's luckily pretty much empty and I try to catch my breath. I put my wrists under the cold water and calm down slowly.
When I'm ready to go out of the entrance and go back to the hotel, I look at the dance floor one last time. This time it's not the beautiful girl with the red hair who's locking lips with my boyfriend, but it's another beautiful girl with black hair.
"Julietta! You made it!", I hear the voice of Domizia when I'm almost outside.
"Hi! Congrats on that title, your man did amazing", I tell her, like nothing's bothering me. But she looks right through me.
"What's wrong?", she asks concerned. I don't answer, just look at Fabio one last time. She follows my glance and her expression changes immediately.
"Bastardo", she curses. "Where are you going?", she asks, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I just shrug, "I get my bag and leave. Take a plane somewhere"
"You don't have to stay for the tests?", she asks.
I shake my head, "No, the clinica mobile is fired by Dorna. So we don't have to be at tests for 2023"
"Okay. You get your things and go to our room", she tells me, giving me a room key. "It's room 745. I'm going home with a private jet tomorrow and you'll join me. I know a place you can stay for a few weeks. Just to relax and get everything sorted", she says. And I nod, before walking off.
Back in the hotel room, I change in comfy clothes. I pack my things and leave the clothes from Fabio that I brought. I also take off my necklace and bracelet leaving it.
I'm not crying, I thought I would, but I'm not. I'm not even angry, I'm just done. Done with all of this. Done with Fabio Quartararo.
But at the same time I'm not. I get it. We were drifting apart for weeks, maybe months. We agreed to talk after this weekend. So I kind of knew we would break up. But not like this.. not without talking to each other.
The last thing I do, is writing a letter. I leave it on the same table as the jewellery and my phone and journal. I don't want those either. I make sure my phone is logged off of my social media and is turned off before getting my things and walking away.