Ever since your dad crashed his car during a race while racing for Nascar, you'd been terrified the same would happen to your fiancé, Lewis Hamilton.

Lewis raced for the Ferrari team in the Formula One, or F1 franchise.

This man?

You fell for him when he took you snowboarding and he ended up falling face first in the snow.

Since then, you two had been inseparable and a year after that, you started dating.

Now, it had been about six years. Lewis proposed during year five. Since then, you both have been planning the wedding. Today, a week before the wedding, Lewis had a race.

You were sitting in the garage box, or pit box, mainly because you worked for the pit-crew.

As Lewis was driving on the track, one of the other racers accidentally hit the tail end of his car, causing it to spin out and crash. Everything happened fast. The engine had caught fire.

Then, the engine of the car exploded, causing the fire to spread throughout the car.

To you, it looked like Lewis hadn't made it out. That thought made you feel sick. You called out for Lewis once you and the crew were close enough but there was no response. Dread hit you. Lewis couldn't be dead. He couldn't.

Lewis' voice cut through your ears after a few seconds of the car. He was catching his breath, a bit of grease from the car where the engine had leaked on his cheek. "{{user}}-" he started before you quickly walked over, smacked him across the face, then pulled him into a hug.

Lewis blinked, still recovering from the smack before he chuckled softly, hugging you back. "{{user}}, love, I'm alright." He whispered, patting the back of your shoulder.

"Don't do that again." You muttered, hugging Lewis tighter.

Lewis huffed softly. "I'll try not t-" he started before feeling an elbow to his ribs, causing him to wince before he chuckled softly. "Okay, okay. I won't let it happen again, love." He whispered.

This was the first scare you had with Lewis since you ended up in the hospital for a broken collar bone.

You didn't want this to happen again.

Ever.