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Made with Love

Charles Leclerc x amateur baker!Reader

Summary: in which Charles would rather risk the entire paddock getting food poisoning (again) than break your heart by telling you that your baking is horrible

You hum to yourself as you pull a tray of freshly baked cupcakes out of the oven. The sweet, chocolaty aroma fills Charles’ kitchen, making your mouth water.

This batch is sure to be perfect! You’ve been practicing your baking skills for months now, determined to get it just right.

Charles wanders into the kitchen, drawn by the scent. “Mmm, something smells good in here!”

He peers over your shoulder at the tray of cupcakes. They’re a bit misshapen, with cracked tops that deflated the second they were taken out of the oven. The frosting is glopped on unevenly.

To you, they look absolutely mouthwatering. To Charles, they look … well, he loves you too much to say.

“Try one!” You urge, holding out a cupcake. Charles flashes you a hesitant smile before taking it. He peels back the liner and takes a bite. His eyes widen and he forces himself to chew and swallow.

“Well? How is it?” You ask eagerly.

Charles clears his throat. “It’s, uh, it’s great. Your best batch yet,” he lies. In truth, it’s dry and dense, with a strange bitter aftertaste. But the delight on your face makes the fib worth it.

You throw your arms around him in a hug. “Yay! I can’t wait to share them with the team this weekend.”

Charles’ stomach drops. The thought of the entire paddock pretending to enjoy your baking makes him cringe internally. But he plasters on a smile. “What a nice idea! I’m sure they’ll love them.”

The two of you arrive at the circuit and you can barely contain your excitement as you carry a large container of cupcakes into the paddock. Charles trails behind you, backpack slung over one shoulder, his other arm wrapped around your waist. He presses a quick kiss to your temple before you flit off to distribute your baked goods.

You first approach Max Verstappen, holding out a cupcake with rainbow sprinkles. “Here Max, have one!”

Max eyes the treat dubiously but accepts it with a polite smile. “Thanks Y/N, that’s really nice of you.”

You beam and turn to Charles, missing the look of apprehension on Max’s face. Charles catches Max’s eye and draws a finger across his throat in warning. Max’s eyes widen but he nods in understanding. Charles won’t let anything ruin your mood today.

You make your way through the paddock, handing cupcakes to mechanics, engineers, PR reps, reporters, team principals, and drivers. Charles hovers behind you, keeping a watchful eye on each recipient.

Daniel Ricciardo visibly gags on his first bite when you turn away. Charles glares and shakes his head sharply. Daniel rearranges his face into a smile and gives a thumbs up.

Lando Norris takes an overly large bite and Charles has to pound on his back as he chokes it down.

Esteban Ocon discreetly spits his cupcake into a napkin when you’re not looking. Charles lunges forward and grabs his arm, squeezing tightly until Esteban wheezes out “Delicious!”

You remain blissfully unaware of the chaos that falls over the paddock in your wake, oblivious to Charles’ desperate interventions. All you see are your friends and acquaintances enjoying your baking.

When you finally offer a cupcake to Charles, he takes it and eats the whole thing without hesitation. Because even if it tastes like sugary sawdust, the delight on your face makes it the best treat in the world.

“Wasn’t that fun?” You gush to Charles afterwards. “I can’t wait to try out a new recipe soon!”

Charles just kisses your frosting-smudged nose and says, “I can’t wait either, mon amour.” As long as you’re happy, he’ll choke down all the questionable cupcakes you offer. Because your smile is the only thing that matters.

***

The paddock is bustling with activity as you and Charles arrive for the next race weekend, yet another batch of fresh baked goods in hand. You’re eager to share your latest creations — classic chocolate chunk cookies. You spent hours carefully following the recipe, determined to get them just right.

As you make your rounds distributing cookies, the reactions are the usual mix of forced smiles and discreet spitting. Charles trails behind you, glaring at anyone who doesn’t immediately rave about how delicious they are. The drivers and mechanics quickly catch on, showering you with praise and shooting Charles grateful looks when he turns you away.

You finally offer a cookie to Graham, a mechanic from the Mercedes team. He takes it hesitantly, eyeing Charles standing behind you. But Graham is new to the paddock and unaware of the baked goods situation.

He takes a bite and immediately grimaces. “Ugh, these taste terrible!” He blurts out.

You gasp, stumbling back as if struck. Tears well up in your eyes. Charles is at your side in an instant, pulling you into a comforting hug. Over your shoulder, he shoots Graham a look of absolute rage.

Graham realizes his mistake too late, shame washing over his face. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean ...” he stammers. But you’re already pulling away from Charles and rushing off, sobbing.

Charles turns on Graham, eyes blazing. “How could you? All she ever wants to do is make others happy!” Graham cowers before him, other mechanics backing away nervously.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” Graham says miserably.

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” Charles snarls. “You stay away from her, you hear me?” Graham nods shakily. Satisfied the message is received, Charles races after you.

He finds you behind the garage, face buried in your hands. “Oh mon ange,” Charles murmurs, wrapping you in his arms. “Don’t listen to him, your cookies are perfect.”

You cling to Charles, sniffling. “I just wanted to do something nice for everyone. But I’m so horrible at baking!”

Charles tilts your chin up. “You listen to me. You have the biggest, kindest heart. It doesn’t matter if the cookies are a little, er, overdone. What matters is you put love into making them. Don’t let someone like Graham get you down.”

You smile tremulously. “Have I told you lately that you’re the best boyfriend ever?”

Charles grins. “Hmm, I don’t mind hearing it again.” Laughing through your tears, you tell him again, punctuating it with a kiss.

After ensuring you’re okay, Charles seeks out Graham. “I trust you’ll be more considerate going forward?” Graham nods meekly. “Good. But just so we’re clear, if you upset her again, you’ll be out of this paddock for good.”

The next day, the news breaks that Graham has been dismissed from the Mercedes team for “attitude issues.” You feel a bit guilty, hoping your cookies didn’t cause him to lose his job. But Charles seems strangely satisfied, so you don’t dwell on it.

From then on, Charles redoubles his efforts to protect your feelings whenever you provide baked goods. The paddock falls in line, fawning over your overly salty pretzels and dry banana bread.

The brightness of your smile makes it all worth it to Charles. Because keeping that joy and kindness shining in you is what matters most to him.

***

You step out of Charles’ Ferrari, the engine purring as he puts it in park. Taking his hand, you smile excitedly — today is another fan meetup organized by the team, and you can’t wait to connect with Charles’ supporters again.

“Are you ready, mon cœur?” Charles asks, squeezing your hand gently. His green eyes crinkle at the corners as he looks at you adoringly.

“Absolutely!” You chirp, patting the large picnic basket hanging off your arm. “I made lots of treats to share today!”

Charles grins and leans in to kiss your forehead. “I’m sure they will love everything you made, as always.”

You beam, bolstered by his encouragement as you both make your way to the event. The meetup is being held in a local park, with tents and tables set up amongst the lush green grass and towering trees. You spot a long line of fans waiting eagerly for Charles’ arrival. Most are dressed in the familiar rosso corsa of Ferrari, holding posters and memorabilia for him to sign.

“Charles! Charles!” They chant excitedly when they see him. You hang back happily, letting him have his moment with his dedicated supporters. Charles takes selfies, signs autographs, and chats animatedly in Italian, French, and English. The fans are thrilled to interact with their racing idol.

After some time, Charles waves you over. “I would like you all to meet someone very special to me,” he announces, wrapping an arm around you. The fans erupt into cheers and applause. “This is Y/N, my love.”

You blush at the attention but manage to give a little wave. “Hi everyone! I’m so happy to be here today.”

Charles addresses the crowd again. “As some of you know, Y/N loves to bake and has brought some special treats to share with you all today.”

This is met with more enthusiastic cheers. Though none of them particularly enjoy your baked goods, the fans appreciate the effort and know Charles likes to reward them for humoring you.

You open up your large picnic basket, beaming with pride. “I made my favorite oatmeal raisin cookies, some lemon squares, and my famous rocky road fudge!”

The fans try not to visibly cringe, lining up politely with plates held out. You happily distribute your overly dry, burnt cookies and gooey, cloying fudge. The lemon squares are mushy and saccharine. But the fans accept it all with smiles and encouragement.

“Mmm, delicious!” One teenage girl forces out through a mouthful of your fudge.

An older man gives you a thumbs up as he chokes down a cookie, eyes watering. “So good!”

You beam, pleased that they enjoy your baking so much. As you chat with each person, you don’t notice Charles discreetly handing out autographed photos, caps, and other prized memorabilia to reward the fans for their efforts.

After you’ve handed out all your baked goods, Charles suggests a stroll through the park gardens. As you walk hand-in-hand admiring the flowers, he says softly, “You have such a big heart, Y/N. The way you care so much about connecting with the fans means the world to me.”

You squeeze his hand gratefully. “It’s the least I can do — they support you in everything, so I want to support them too.”

Charles stops and turns to you, his expression tender. “You are amazing, truly. I’m the luckiest man in the world.” He leans in and kisses you sweetly. Your heart flutters just like the first time your lips met.

When you return from your walk, the event is winding down. You say goodbye to the fans, who thank you profusely for the treats and making their day so special. You tell them you can’t wait to bake for them again soon!

After the last fan leaves, it’s just you and Charles. The late afternoon sun casts golden light on the empty picnic tables.

“Did you have fun, mon amour?” Charles asks, caressing your cheek.

“The best time!” You say enthusiastically. “I just love baking for your wonderful fans and seeing how it makes them smile.”

Charles’ eyes are full of love. He kisses the top of your head. “As long as it makes you happy, that’s all that matters to me.”

You snuggle into his chest happily. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

“I don’t think so,” Charles teases. “Why don’t you remind me again?”

You grin up at him. “I’ll tell you over dinner … I have a new donut recipe I want to try out.”

Charles fights down a grimace as he reminds himself that your love is more than worth suffering through another dreadful dessert. “I can’t wait!”

***

“Mate, you have to stop her before she poisons someone,” Max whispers urgently to Charles as you step out of the room.

Charles furrows his brow. “What are you talking about?”

“Your girlfriend. Her baking. It’s … it’s just terrible. I’m sorry, but it has to be said.”

Charles lets out a dismissive chuckle. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad?” Max raises his eyebrows incredulously. “I chipped a tooth on her brownie last week!”

Charles rubs the back of his neck awkwardly as he avoids making eye contact.

“Look, I get that you don’t want to upset her,” Max continues, his voice lowering conspiratorially. “But we can’t keep lying and pretending it’s good! One of these days, someone is going to end up in the hospital.”

Charles sighs deeply, running a hand through his tousled hair. “What do you want me to do? If I tell her the truth, she’ll be devastated.”

You return to the room then, a bright smile on your face as you carry a plate of freshly baked apple tarts. “Who wants one?”

Max cringes almost imperceptibly while Charles shoots him a warning look. “They look great, ma belle!” He says with forced enthusiasm, taking one and bringing it to his lips.

The apple filling is gelatinous and tastes faintly of soap. Charles forces himself to swallow it with a strained smile. Max quickly declines when you offer him one.

Later that evening, Charles finds Max alone outside his apartment building. “I need your help,” he admits defeatedly.

Max looks at him expectantly.

“With Y/N’s baking … how do I get her to stop without completely crushing her?”

His friend contemplates this for a moment. “Well … you could try convincing her to take up a new hobby instead?”

Charles shakes his head. “I’ve suggested that before, but she’s dead set on baking. It’s her biggest passion.”

“Okay, then you’ll have to take a different approach.” Max strokes his chin thoughtfully. “What if … you told her a bunch of us were going vegan or something, so she couldn’t bake for us anymore?”

Charles raises an eyebrow at the suggestion, but then slowly nods. “You know, that could actually work …”

The next day, you eagerly bring a fresh batch of blueberry muffins to the paddock to share with everyone. Charles takes a deep breath before pulling you aside gently.

“Hey, can I talk to you about something?” He starts, trying to keep his expression neutral.

You blink up at him curiously. “Of course. What’s up?”

“Well …” He clears his throat. “I was talking to the guys and … Lewis has actually convinced a bunch of them to go vegan. Lando, Max …”

He lists off a dozen more names, watching as realization dawns on your face. Your shoulders slump slightly.

“Oh … I see.” You glance down at the muffins in your hands. “I guess that means I can’t really bake for them anymore.”

Charles feels a pang of guilt at the disappointment in your eyes. But then, your expression brightens again.

“I’ll just have to start baking vegan treats instead!” You declare happily. “This is so exciting, I’ve been wanting to experiment with more plant-based ingredients!”

Charles’s shoulders tense as the plan epically backfires. Of course you’d take this as an opportunity to bake even more.

Over the next few weeks, you gleefully embrace the vegan baking lifestyle. Charles has to smother his laughter when Max nearly chokes biting into one of your “chewy” vegan brownies. Lando spits out a mouthful of your gritty vegan chocolate cake when you’re not looking.

You, however, remain blissfully unaware of how dreadful your creations are. No matter how many hints Charles tries to drop, the problem only seems to be getting worse.

One evening, you set a plate of fresh-from-the-oven vegan peanut butter cookies on the coffee table, plopping down on the couch next to Charles with a proud grin.

“Try one!” You insist, picking a cookie up and holding it in front of his lips.

Charles hesitates for just a second too long. Your face falls and he scrambles to take a bite, barely suppressing a wince as he chews on what feels like a solid lump of chalk mixed with peanut shavings. He forces himself to swallow it down with an enthusiastic grin.

“Wow, these are incredible!” He lies through his teeth. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

You perk up immediately, the dejected look vanishing. “You really think so? I tried a new recipe I found online.”

“Definitely a winner,” Charles affirms, trying his best to sound convincing. “We should bring some to the paddock for everyone to try.”

Your eyes light up at the suggestion and guilt twists in Charles’s gut. The last thing he wants is for the other drivers to have to suffer through these … confections. But he could never be the one to shatter your baking dreams.

The next day at the track, you eagerly pass around the plate of peanut butter hockey pucks to the drivers and crew. Charles discreetly pulls Max aside with a pained look.

“Please, I’m begging you …” he murmurs under his breath. “Just smile and nod, no matter how bad they are.”

Max grimaces as he takes an experimental bite of one of the cookies, his expression doing little to mask his revulsion. But he meets Charles’s pleading gaze and forces out a strangled, “Mmm … great!”

One by one, the others follow suit — fake smiles and strained praises as they choke down your baked atrocities. You remain obliviously pleased, unaware of their suffering.

Over the next few weeks, the vegan baking experiments only seem to get worse and worse. The paddock has become a silent circle of culinary martyrs — all sworn to an unspoken code to preserve your feelings at all costs.

You proudly present a tray of charcoal-colored muffins that leave the entire garage coughing from the plume of burnt flour. “Tried a new recipe for dark chocolate avocado muffins!” You explain brightly.

“Can’t wait to dig in,” Lando is close to crying, his eyes already watering.

Charles has to bite back a laugh as Max takes a heroic bite, barely managing to keep it together. He pats the Dutchman on the back firmly as the poor guy fights back a gag reflex.

“Two more words about her baking and you’ll be racing with three wheels next season,” he warns Carlos in a low mutter after witnessing the Spaniard nearly vomit up a slice of your “moist” vegan zucchini bread.

The sheer willpower it takes for the entire crew to maintain the facade is almost impressive. Technique and strategy meetings have now become immense displays of unspoken fortitude — everyone driven by the simple goal of not letting you catch on that your baked goods are, in fact, completely inedible.

Charles has started bringing backup protein bars and shakes to every race just to make sure nobody accidentally lapses into baked good-induced delirium.

He really has no idea how much longer this can possibly be sustained. But he also has no idea how to safely extract the situation without demolishing your passion and self-confidence in the process.

For now, his main objective is to ensure your bright smile and cheerfulness remain unchanged — no matter how many mouths he has to personally silence to make that happen.

At the end of the day, having you by his side, radiating that infectious joy and following your heart’s desire, is worth enduring all the subpar vegan muffins in the world.

He’ll take a bite of your latest abomination with an adoring grin, because that’s what partners who truly love each other do — they support each other through the good, the bad, and the burnt-to-a-crisp.

***

It’s the start of a new season, and Charles has been racking his brain for a solution to the ongoing baking saga. As much as he loves indulging your passion, the charade is becoming increasingly difficult to maintain. The entire paddock is at their wits’ end trying to choke down your vegan torture devices week after week.

That’s when he has an idea — one he hopes will be a win-win for everyone involved.

“Surprise!” He says with an excited grin, presenting you with the envelopes. “I got us signed up for this baking course. I thought it could be fun for us to take some classes together!”

You’re beaming as you throw your arms around his neck. “That’s such a thoughtful idea! I would love nothing more.”

Of course, Charles being Charles is hardly fully forthright about his motivations. “To be honest, I’m the one who really needs the help,” he fibs sheepishly. “We all know I’m a disaster in the kitchen. But with your talents guiding me, maybe there’s hope!”

Over the next few weeks, you and Charles diligently show up for your baking classes. The instructor walks you through fundamentals like properly measuring ingredients, controlling oven temperatures, and mastering technical skills. Slowly but surely, your creations start emerging looking (and smelling) better and better.

One evening, you return home with a fresh tray of beautifully baked chocolate chip cookies — the first delicacy you’ve felt confident enough to bake since the lessons. You present them to Charles with bated breath.

He takes one tentative bite, his eyes widening in surprise. These are actually ... edible! More than edible — they are legitimately delicious! The dough-to-chip ratio is perfect, the texture is chewy but not dry or crumbly. He quickly stuffs two more into his mouth with an appreciative moan.

“Ma belle … these are incredible!” He gasps out between bites.

You clap your hands over your mouth, eyes shining with glee. “Oh my gosh, you really think so? I was so nervous!”

“Are you kidding? I could eat this entire tray all by myself!”

The two of you dissolve into celebratory laughter and hugs, the sweet taste of success quite literally on your tongues.

“I think it’s time for the real taste test,” you declare one day, rolling up your sleeves as you start prepping an array of fresh baked goods. “We’re taking these bad boys to the paddock!”

The next race weekend, you stride in carrying bakery boxes of your fresh chocolate chip cookies as well as some decadent fudge brownies.

“Fresh out of the oven!” You announce proudly, setting them down with a bright grin. “Who’s hungry?”

For a long beat, nobody moves. The drivers exchange wary glances, their self-preservation instincts kicking in as they recall the many baking debacles of the past. Lando bravely reaches for a brownie first, his face scrunched up preemptively-

Only to blink in surprise as the rich, fudgy flavor hits his taste buds. His eyes widen comically as he takes another bite. “Bloody hell ... this is actually good!”

The words seem to shatter the suspended tension. Soon the entire paddock is swarming the trays, devouring the fresh baked goods with delight. Charles watches on in disbelief, his own taste buds experiencing flavors he didn’t even know were possible from your former creations.

He sees Max take a bite of one of the cookies, freezing in place as his eyes slip closed with an expression of pure bliss. When they open again, Charles is alarmed to see they’re glistening with unshed tears.

The Dutchman wordlessly holds up the cookie, gazing at Charles reverently as a lone tear trails down his cheek. Then, to everyone’s astonishment, he brings the baked good to his lips and takes another sensual bite, savoring it like it’s the first good thing he’s ever tasted.

From then on, it’s like a switch has been flipped. The paddock that once dreaded your baking now seemingly can’t get enough of it. Every race weekend, they await your fresh creations with unrestrained enthusiasm, like kids on a sugar bender.

Charles has lost count of how many times he’s caught drivers and crew sneaking off to wherever you’re prepping the latest batch, nostrils flaring as they try to scout out that heavenly aroma.

It’s gotten to the point where Max’s performance coach has had to implement strict rules about his treat consumption to prevent indulgences from derailing his season.

“Easy there, Max!” Rupert calls in a booming tone, swooping in to physically restrain the Dutchman as he makes a mad dash toward where you’re unpacking that week’s fresh delivery. “You know you have a limit on those.”

Max strains against his performance coach’s grip, eyes zeroing in on the platter of goodies being unloaded with unrestrained longing. “I don’t care, she brought triple chocolate cookie dough brownies this time! Let me go!”

Rupert grunts in exertion, struggling to keep his driver in check. “This is for your own good! Think of your diet!”

“That’s irrelevant!” Max practically snarls, pupils blown wide like an addict suffering from withdrawals. “Do you have any idea how long I waited to have real baked goods again?”

It’s a battle of wills and metabolism that quickly becomes a weekly sight. Charles can’t help but chuckle fondly as he watches Max and Rupert’s familiar tug-of-war happen like clockwork every Sunday.

As much as he’d love to intervene, he knows better than to come between Max and your heavenly baked creations. He’s just thrilled that this baking journey took such a delicious turn — both for your invigorated culinary passion and for the safety of everyone’s tastebuds.

Honestly, he’ll take the sight of a feverish Max drooling over freshly baked goods any day over having to choke down burnt muffins and brittle biscuits. This is the sweet upgrade everyone had been dreaming about.

The true recipe for happiness was sticking by each other’s side through all those halfbaked stumbles.

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summary: [ florist!sebastian vettel x f!driver!reader — social media au ] your florist husband spoils you with his creations

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author’s note: seb the love of my life <3

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yourusername catching the waves 🏄🏻‍♀️

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sebastianvettel Ich liebe dich 🥰

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↪ user seb loves two things in life and they're his flowers and his wife 😌

user i don't even go here but i'm all for the golden retriever and black cat vibes 🤭

mickschumacher seb i have a bee problem in my backyard...

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↪ mickschumacher a colony of bees moved into my garden 😅 i don't mind them but is there anything i should watch out for?

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user this man 😭 "what do you think about this weekend's race?" "well obviously my wife is going to win everything"

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yourusername Happy anniversary, my love 💐 12 years and counting

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user the bouquet emoji because he's a florist omg 🥹

user my favorite thing ever is how 5-time wdc y/n l/n-vettel's husband is Just Some Guy who's completely smitten with his wife and makes her all the bouquets she could ever want 😭

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Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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every so often i think about sebastian vettel going from the most hated driver -by the fans- to a driver who got such a massive goodbye, unseen to any other driver retirement in the modern era. the thousands of dedications from thousands of different media, the journalists speaking of his kindness, the mechanics talking about his dedication and his love to the sport, the teams talking about the end of the year gifts he'd made for all of them, without fault, otmar szafnauer and the bread seb made for him the first time they met. people like ruth buscombe who spoke about him in the highest terms (my f1 bradley cooper!), fernando alonso that was arguably the one with the most rights to feel wronged by seb (won everything in the years he was trying to win with ferrari) dedicated an entire helmet to him, pierre gasly, charles leclerc and carlos sainz spoke about him leaving such a mark in their personal careers even when they weren't in f1, pierre and the extremely long talk on the phone, carlos and his mark in milton keynes, charles and the letter for his simulator work in 2017, the shirts for their little track run in abu dhabi, the speeches and the memorabilia red bull and ferrari gave him, lewis hamilton refusing to accept he's leaving, talking about seb making him feel a little less lonely in f1, the way most fans keep bringing seb sings to suzuka and singapore, the excitement whenever he does the smallest thing that may indicate a return to f1. i think no other driver has been so loved in their farewell as seb was, i don't think any other driver will be as missed as he is.

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Have My Baby

Pairing: Mafia!Max x Reader

Words: 4.6K

Rating: R

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, slight size kink, p in v, oral (f receiving), wrap it before you tap it, dirty talk, mention of murder, etc.

Synopsis: Max wants another baby, but he'd have to convince you first.

A/N: I could cry with finally finishing this, @leclerced, @mariahcarreyyy, and @piastrification since here go babes, hope you love it, since I kept bothering y'all about it. Sorry, love ya ♥️

"Daddy, when do we go see Tante Victoria?" Max looks down and sees Casper playing with his toy cars on the floor. Max was getting ready to go into the office today, having just gotten out of the shower, and debated shaving. "Why would we go see Tante Victoria?" Max picks up the razor, still thinking it over. "Because Mama said she had a baby," Max hums, put the razor down, and moves into the closet.

He slid on his briefs and black dress pants, pulled out a belt, and weaved it through the holes. "That's right. She did have a baby, but she needs to heal first," Max explains, groaning, knees popping as he sits on the floor, joining Casper in playing cars. Are Mama and you going to have another baby?" Max chuckles, but honestly, that thought has been in his mind for a while.

Max wanted nothing more than to have a baby girl, but he needed to slowly convince you. You weren't in love when you two had Casper and Fabian—far from it. The marriage was arranged, and Max was so cold-hearted to you; the only reason the twins were born was out of the duty of needing an heir. Instead, he got two. Max slowly broke down when the boys were around five months old, and something in him changed forever.

It was maybe when someone tried to kill you three, he just snapped, and it made him aware of his feelings. Max didn't want a weakness, yet not showing it created one anyway.

Shaking his head, he leans over and kisses Casper on top of the head, who looks up with identical eyes, smiling. "Daddy, can we go wake Mama?" Max nods and stands, picking up Casper and carrying him into the bedroom. You lay there, sleeping peacefully, clutching onto Max's forgotten pillow. "Be gentle, mijn lieve engel." Casper nods and slowly crawls up, and Max smiles.

He never thought that five years after the twins were born, he would be carrying his little boy and happy at the thought of you waking up and smiling at him. "Mama, the sun is up; you should be up," Max smirks, seeing a small smile pull at your lips, fingers twitching. You probably woke when Caspian first came in and started to play on the bathroom floor while Max showered.

Casper loved being near Max, constantly surrounded by his father, and Max adored it. Fabian was always by your side; Max loved them both equally, but Casper reminded him of him when he was that age. He loved cars and wanted to be by his father. Max refuses to be like his father, but he still remembers the day he snapped at Casper, and the poor baby was terrified of him. Max still never fully forgave himself for that.

"Mama, wake up. Daddy and I need kisses." Max chuckles, moves to your side of the bed, and sits on the edge of it. Yeah, we need kisses," he whispers, giggling. You open your eyes and see your perfect boys, minus the one who loved sleep more than anything. "Well, let me pay the kiss tax then," Sitting up, you kiss Casper all over his face, turning your head. Max is quick and steals a quick kiss before kissing you again, this time slower.

"Ewwww," Casper gags, making you two giggle and pull him into a hug. "Go wake your brother," Max picks up Casper, who kicks and then runs down the hall, yelling Fabian's name. "Good morning," You breathe, and Max swoops down, stealing another kiss; you sigh, feeling his bare chest against your skin. "Go put on another shirt, we don't need another baby," You joke, but Max doesn't laugh. He wants another baby.

"Victoria had her baby." You smile, and Max nods. He wasn't very close to his sister, just enough to have a relationship, but with him being the head of the Dutch Mafia, Victoria didn't want her kids or husband in harm's way. He respected it. "Yes, a little girl. Is she cute?" Max asks, walking to the closet and grabbing a white button-down. "She's so adorable," You gush; you loved being an aunt but a mother even more.

Max smirked and walked back in, buttoning up his shirt. "Our baby girl would be cuter," He makes the comment offhanded, knowing you wouldn't think much of him saying that. He always liked to say your boys were cuter than his nephews. "Yeah," You whisper, looking at the picture of your niece with a smile. Max smiles and moves, pulling you close by your ankles, causing a squeal.

"Hey, you know I love you, right?" Max rarely said it, so when he did, it always caught you off guard and made you nervous. "I know, I've always known." You whisper, pressing your foreheads together before kissing him gently. "Go say bye to the boys. Come home safe to me." Max nods and kisses you one more time, savoring the moment. Sighing, he pulls away and heads to the boy's rooms.

He stops just a little from their door, hearing their laughter and play fighting. "You'll never win!" Fabby yells, and Casper's loud giggles fill the room. Max could listen to that sound for the rest of his life if he could. He did this job so they could laugh and have that innocence for a little longer. Moving, he knocks on the door and pokes his head in; blinking fast, he takes in the scene before him.

"Casper, why are your pants on your head?" The twins giggle like it's some secret, making Max smile softly and enter the room. "We're bandits, Daddy," Fabian says in an obvious tone as if Max should've known what they were doing. "Bandits, hm, alright, my little bandits, get dressed and eat breakfast. I've got to go to work." Max yanks the pj pants off Casper's head, who giggles and grabs some shorts and t-shirts.

Crouching down, Max helps the twins get dressed, giving each a hug and kiss. "Be good for your mother, understand me, little bandits?" Both boys nod, "Boys! Breakfast!" The twins shove each other all the way, laughter on their trail. Max stands and walks past the kitchen; catching your eye, he winks and walks out the door.

"Mommy, sleepy." Looking up, you see the time and notice you missed their nap. Placing your book down, you let Fabby crawl into your arms as Casper was knocked out on the floor. "Can we watch cartoons?" Kissing the top of his head, you pull him closer and nod. "Of course, Scooby-doo?" Fabby's little head moves up and down quickly.

Hearing the theme, you settle in, but with the warmth and weight of your baby, you, too, fall asleep.

Max hated when you didn't answer his calls, but honestly, it was the perfect excuse to get away from work, leaving everything to the kids and letting them get trigger-happy. He was getting older and didn't find the thirst for blood anymore; it's crazy how you and the kids have changed him so much.

There was also a slight butterfly feeling in his stomach. He learned this was called anxiety from you. He was never one to be anxious, but after you had the boys, whenever you didn't answer, or you weren't wearing your tracker. Max gifted you a first-anniversary diamond necklace; it was small, perfect, and didn't draw attention. While the diamond was perfect, underneath it was a little tracker.

You knew it was a tracker and always wore it for your protection. Today, though, you and the boys were having a lazy day as the nice weather had taken a turn, and it was raining. Max tries hard not to think the worst, as the guards alert him that no one has entered or even left the penthouse, so he knows you and the boys are safe. Pulling up, he doesn't bother locking the car as he steps into the elevator and hits his floor.

Living at the top pays off, especially when you own the building. Stepping off, he nods to his guards, and they move back downstairs, where they had only stayed in the house when Max wasn't home. Smiling, he hears the Scooby-Doo cartoon and slowly moves into the living room and stops, taking in the scene before him.

You lay on the couch with Fabby and Casper cuddled into you. Max can't help but think back to when they were newborns when you and Max would be so tired and fall asleep on the couch with them curled between you two. It was Max's first memory of truly falling in love with you and the kids. Moving closer, he leans over the couch and kisses your cheek gently. "Love you," He whispers, removes his shoes to not wake you three, and heads to the kitchen.

Seeing the staff, Max smiles and waves them off. "Have the night off; I can cook." They all nod, say their thanks, and leave out the back door, and Max smiles, thinking about the cook. Rummaging through the fridge, he finds chicken, nuggets, and other foods. He steps up the grill and turns it on. Max moves around cooking dinner and smiles at the finishing products. Grabbing the plates, he places the plates down and puts the boy's sippy cups and you in a small glass of wine with water, and he just drinks water.

Walking in, he sees Casper is awake and makes grabby hands for his Dad. "Take a good nap with Mommy?" Casper lays his head on Max's shoulder and nods his head. "Hungry?" Casper nods again, Max taking him, placing him in his chair, and passing him his apple juice. "Thank you, Daddy." Max turns and feels his heart melt, seeing his sweet boy so soft and warm. "You're welcome, Casper; I will get your mother and brother. Be good." Casper nods and stares at the strawberries beside the meal, and Max chuckles.

Heading in, he leans against the door frame, watching as you trace the outline of Fabian's sleeping face. "Makes me want another," You whisper, sensing Max's eyes watching you. Your husband has to take a deep breath to stop his body from reacting; smiling sweetly, he walks over and pulls you two into his arms. "I wouldn't mind another," You smile hearing those words but shake your head slightly as Fabby whines and rubs his eyes.

"Buddy, I made dinner. Are you ready?" Fabby sits up, and you're lucky you have fast reflexes. You lean back quickly when Fabian runs into the dining room. "You cooked?" You weren't shocked. Max used to cook for you all the time initially, but he stopped a while ago. I felt like doing it while you were sleeping with the boys." Max helps you up and pulls you into his chest, kissing the tip of your nose.

"I made you a salad if you want it. But I grilled chicken, rice, and some veggies. The boys are eating cut-up grilled chicken, a little serving of mac and cheese, and their favorite fruit. I will also try to get them to try out veggies." You swear you fall in love with him all over again hearing that. "You're hot being a dad, you know that?" Max chuckles and leads you to the dining room.

"I'm a daddy," You laugh, smacking his stomach as you join your two boys for dinner.

"Victoria, she's adorable." You coo, washing your hands, eagerly waiting to hold your baby niece. Victoria and her family decided to pay a visit after she was feeling better. Victoria knew it'd be easier to visit and safer for her to come to you four. Fabian and Casper look into the car seat, staring as their cousins play with Max on the floor.

"Mommy, can we have one?" Fabian turns, staring at you with wide eyes, and you think for a moment. Max's attention suddenly zeroes in on you. Fabby, why don't you go play with your Dad and cousins," You deflect the question, and Max stares at you; looking sideways, you blush at the way your husband is staring at you. "Here you go," you sit down and happily take the baby into your arms, Max clears his throat and tells the boys to run off.

The four terrors run down the hall to the twins, and Max stands, fixes his pants, and sits down next to you. "What do you think?" You giggle at Max's dumb question but really consider it. Did you really want a third? Recently, you've been seeing the kid's old baby stuff around, making you miss having a baby in the house. "Can I?" Max whispers as your niece has fallen asleep.

Victoria smiled, relaxing as her husband was watching the boys, letting her have a breath. Max gently takes the baby and stands, rocking side to side, and damn if it didn't do something to you. Seeing your husband in his suit holding a baby girl did something to you in a way you couldn't understand. It made your body light up with need, making it impossible to sit still.

Max knew what he was doing to you; it was a dirty trick, really. He noticed how you reacted to some character on a show who was still in his suit and holding his child. Max ensured they arrived right when he got home, so he had no excuse to change. Seeing how your breathing has picked up, your pupils dilated to the point he couldn't see the color in your eyes.

"Tori, she's so lovely," Max whispers, gently lowering the baby into the little cot. He smiles when she grabs his finger and holds on tight. And strong, too," he giggles and can't help but imagine holding his little girl. A little girl with your hair and his eyes, he could picture it. "Daddy, can we have one?" Max looks down, sees Casper, and chuckles, kneeling slowly with the baby in his arms. "You want another sibling?" Casper nods and leans, kissing his cousin's head gently before running down the hall.

You can't help but think about liking another baby in the house.

Standing in the bathroom, you gently remove your makeup and watch Max climb out of the shower. "Max?" Wrapping the towel around his waist, he grabs his toothbrush. He looks at you through the mirror, waiting for you to continue. "Um, I've been thinking about having another baby," you look down, embarrassed to even say this. "So have I, I'd like a little girl, but I'd be okay with another boy," Shrugging his shoulders, he starts to brush his teeth while you smile. "Yeah, I'd like a little girl too," Picturing yourself holding a baby with a pink hat.

"Do you have to go?" Holding your tea, you sit on the ottoman as Max packs a bag, fast and filled with anger. "Yes, I don't want to go, trust me. The last thing I want to do is leave you and the boys," Zipping it up, he almost breaks the zipper and leans on his dresser, the tension like a rubberband ready to snap.

"I'll tell them you went to visit Victoria," You never liked telling the boys what their father was really doing; they're only four years old. "That's smart, considering she lives far." Max stands up and faces you. It was early, far too early for you to even be up. But, the sound of his phone going off woke you, and here you sat with one lamp, wearing his shirt and drinking tea.

He couldn't love you more. "I love you," He can't help the words pass his lips as he stalks forward, pulling you up and kissing you deeply, but with such passion, you want to cry. It was the kiss he gave you, the same one that said goodbye in such a strange way that made your soul ache. Pulling away, Max smiles, seeing your eyes closed, taking in the kiss. "Come back to me," You whisper, eyes fluttering open as you stare into his. "I'll burn the world down to come home to you." Kissing you gently all over your face, arms strong around your body.

Kissing you one last time, he slips into the shadows, leaving you cold. You never thought Max would be your warmth.

"Mommy, I miss Daddy," Fabian whispers as you tuck him into bed. It was the fifth night Max was gone, and you were trying to explain why he had been gone so long. "I know, baby, I miss Daddy too." Lying on his bed, Casper is fast asleep and curled around his lion plushie Max got him when they were firstborn. Fabian curls more into your side as you read him another bedtime story. Soft breaths pull your attention, and you see Fabian is now passed out, clutching his lion stuffie close.

Sliding slowly off the bed, you're careful not to wake him. Bending down, you ghost over a kiss on both your boy's heads, slipping out of the room and closing the door. Resting your back on the door, you wish you had Max with you; the boys would love to sleep in your bed with your husband. They always slept with you two when he came back from his trips.

Closing your eyes, you take another deep breath, push off, and head to your bedroom. You hated how cold it felt still, how much you craved to smell just a hint of his cologne, his gummy smile when the boys did something that made him so happy, the way he moved through the house like he wasn't there, but you knew from the giggles that trailed him. You missed him in such a way that ached deep within. You fall asleep crying.

Max groans, rolling his neck as he steps into the penthouse. His guards nod, but he waves them away and slips his shoes off, not wanting to wake anyone. Max wants to slip into a hot shower, pull you into his arms, and fall asleep. He wants nothing more than to grab the boys, but he worries that seeing him slightly bruised and cut will scare them. So he just heads to your shared room and slips in; noticing how you're curled around his pillow, he feels a deep pang in his heart.

He missed you the most during the night, wanting nothing more than to reach over and feel your body melt into his. It's been cold at night, and he no longer refuses to deal with that. Sighing, he pulls at his shirt, groaning quietly as his ribs ache from the cuts and bruises on them. Mud and blood in his hair, face, and clothes, burying a dead body was not easy. Especially when the body used to be one of your men. Turning on the shower, his muscles relax as he thinks about how good it will feel to have the warmth on his cold-bitten skin.

Stripping off the rest of the clothes, Max stretches, steps into the shower, and groans at the heat seeping deep into his skin. Closing his eyes, Max leans his head back and enjoys the silence of his own home. Max craved silence as he grew up with such anger and hatred it was never quiet. Now, he loved the silence here, but it was a different type of silence. The silence meant everyone was happy, loved, and at peace. Max loved the noise; it was no longer filled with anger and hatred. It was one filled with childlike innocence and happiness; he craved it while he was away.

Max opens his eyes and smiles, turning his head and seeing the outline of your figure. "Join me?" It was a soft ask that required you to lift his shirt over your head and drop it. Max craved to feel your skin against him, like air, and he couldn't breathe. "You're home," You whisper, sighing when Max pulls you close to each other's naked body. "I'm home," He whispers, resting his forehead on your shoulder blade. You loved having his body pressed against you, which made you feel safe, but it was also dizzy. Max was built and bigger than you, and it just made your brain go fuzzy around the edges.

Max knew what he was doing, pushing his body against you; you made it no secret that you loved he was bigger than you. "Max," You whisper, running your hands down his back as he presses himself against you, pressing kisses over your neck and shoulder. "Max," You whimper as his teeth scrape the weak spot over your neck that makes your legs feel weak. "Yes, Schat?" His voice husky and deep, pulling back his eyes dilated and dark. "I want another baby," You whisper, slowly spreading your legs, and Max groans.

Reaching down, you let your head thump back on the glass as his rough fingers ghost over your lips. "Yeah? Do you want another baby? Want me to fill you so deep?" His voice turns into a growl, fingers moving and pinching your clit before rubbing slow circles. You whimper, grabbing onto his shoulders, and nod your head fast. "Yes, fuck please, fuck me so deep, use me. Please, Max." You beg, the ache between your legs growing so that you could cry from him just burying himself deep inside you.

Max smirks, moving his hand up your back and into your hair, grabbing it and pulling your head back, and you hiss, the burn scratching something deep in you. "Spread your legs, my little siren." You giggle, having not heard that nickname in so long. You clumsily grab the bars in the shower and spread your legs, Max slowly getting to his knees and pressing kisses on your hip. "Sorry," You apologize, and Max arches an eyebrow. "Siren, I don't care." He chuckles at the hair. He could give a damn.

You gasp, closing your eyes when his tongue flattens and suddenly licks up and down with slow, long stripes. Body relaxing, you let your weight fall on his face, and he groans, feeling it. Large hands move up the back of your legs before slapping your ass. A surprised laugh escapes you, and Max smirks, blue eyes bright, as his lips wrap around your clit and suck before letting go and moving his tongue fast before slowing down. His hands move away from your ass and hold onto your hips and groan, feeling the way you're getting puffy.

He's missed this feeling, the way your pussy feels on his face. He could die like this happily. You whine at Max's pace, and he moves one of his hands, fingers moving down and slowly entering you before curling and moving in and out. You sigh, the feeling in you turning warm as you feel that slight tightness in the stomach grow more and more. Max, feeling your warm and cushy, pulls, pulls his fingers out and lays one last kiss. You open your eyes, vision hazy as you slip, and Max catches you holding you up.

"Turn around, siren." You nod and turn around, spreading your legs as you feel him stand right behind you. He groans, staring at your ass, slapping it, the sound bouncing off the shower walls. You groan, dropping your head at the heavy feeling of his hand slapping you. Max smirks as he jerks himself slowly. He moves and rubs himself between your lips, and your mouth waters, missing the weight of him in you. "Max, don't tease me." You beg, and he chuckles, leaning over your back.

His hand grabs your throat and arches you back. "Don't mouth off to me, siren, or else I'll choke you with my cock instead." Moaning at the idea, he chuckles and slowly slides in, your mouth dropping open as he stretches you open with a delicious feeling. Max bottoms out, groaning as he takes in the sight of your back arching and the reflection of the glass, your mouth open and eyes rolled back. "Ready?" You nod at his question as he pulls back and then forward.

The motion has you rocking forward, slamming your hands on the glass they drag down as his hips slam hard on your ass, fucking you hard and deep. "Fuck, feel so damn good." You whimper, trying to find something to hold onto. Reaching around, Max takes both your wrists in his large hand and pulls your arms back. The sting of everything itched something deep in you. "Right there, fuck Max," Max smirks and pulls your arms and moves his hips faster, watching your tits bounce; leaning back, he enjoys the view of him pulling out and being swallowed by your pussy.

Max pulls you, and you whimper at the loss. Spinning you around, he picks you up with ease, and you whine as he presses your back onto the cold shower window and you whine. Max wraps his arms under your legs and places your ankles on his shoulders as he slides into you again. Your fingers pull at his short blonde strands, groaning; he fucks deeper into you from this angle.

"Want a baby? Want me to fuck a baby into you? Fuck, you'd look gorgeous all swollen with my baby. Goddamn," Max groans, his legs burning, but he doesn't care to be driven by his need to fill you and make sure you know who's gotten you pregnant. "Yes, please, Max," You cry, tears swimming in your eyes. "Yeah, going to fuck you, full baby, beg for it." You whimper as you try to find the words, but your mind is blank, just being so fucked out of it. Max groans and reaches down, rubbing his thumb over your sensitive clit. "Max," Your voice is airy and squeaky as you feel everything in your body becoming hot and tight.

"Going to come around, my cock; such a good girl for me, my good girl." You whine as he angles his hips and hits your spot. As you close your eyes and open your mouth, no noise emerges as you surround him. Max still fucks you through it and groans before pulling out and then sliding deep inside you and coming, his muscles so damn tight they could snap as he continued to fuck you, making sure it was staying inside.

You whine as he pulls you and slowly sits you down. "Max," Your throat raw, but he moves and slides two fingers in you, making sure nothing drips out. You whine, sensitive, and he kisses your face gently. "Sorry, want to make sure nothing goes to waste." He whispers and pulls his fingers out, and sucks them into his mouth. "Let's finish showering." Nodding your head, too tired to keep your eyes open, he smiles and holds you close as he cleans you both.

Picking you up bridal style, he dries you off and dresses you. Kissing you gently, he lays you in bed. But he doesn't lay down just yet, pulling on some boxers and shorts; he doesn't like not having the boys here. "I'm getting the boys," you whine as an answer, breathing evening out as you fall back asleep. Max smiles and moves through the house, going to the twins' room. Stepping in, he smiles, seeing them both with their lion stuffies. Moving carefully, not wanting to step on stray toys, he scoops both boys up and smiles at their weights in his arms.

Casper whines but cuddles closer, and Fabby just lies like dead weight. Walking back to the bedroom, he lays them down gently and tucks them in before climbing in. Max smiles, pulls you three close, and sighs. Max never wanted to give this up.

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from the man himself 💜

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lewis hamilton, famously leaving mercedes, watching Kimi Antonelli pull up to Brackley in jorts just after they suspend their Tommy Hilfiger sponsor. Knowing he’s going to leave the fate of this poor kid’s fashion sense up to George Russell

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ACCURACY LEVEL : 100%

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SWEET LIKE VANILLA, M. VERSTAPPEN.

PAIRING. female reader x max verstappen.

SUMMARY — You send Max some ice cream from your brother’s company.

GWEN’S RADIO MESSAGE. i saw a lot of people talking on tw about charles sending max some of LEC ice cream for him to try and i thought. . . why not write that with reader? so here we are. hope you like this silly little thing. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

“Hey,” You say, scrolling through your phone as your brother flops down next to you. “Could you give me a box of the Vanillove ice cream?”

Charles looks at you for a minute without saying anything, until he shrugs and focuses on the TV. “I thought you hated vanilla.”

“Well, yours is pretty good so,” You shrug, turning to look at him with a pout on your lips and puppy eyes. “Would you do that for your favorite sister?”

“You’re my only sister.” He says, rolling his eyes. “And you’re annoying, but you also know I can’t say no to you.”

“Say no to what?” Arthur pops up from behind the kitchen counter. What is he doing? You don’t know.

“To give me a box of ice cream.”

“You say you couldn’t do that!”

“Of course I can, I just didn’t want to do it for you.” Charles laughs, dodging the water bottle your younger brother throws at him. “Are you two going to the masters this Sunday, right?”

“Yes!” Arthur shouts before disappearing into his room.

“Who is going to the masters again?” Leo wakes up from his nap next to you and climbs on your lap, demanding attention.

“Well, I think Enzo and Charlotte. Lando, Arthur.” He says, checking something on his phone before saying, “And Max.”

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of Max Verstappen.

The thing is, ever since you decided to partner with Joris and help with whatever thing he and Charles needed and, of course, his social media, you’ve been traveling with them since Las Vegas last year. Which means that you’re a constant presence on the paddock these days. And, thanks to that, you’ve become very close with some of the drivers, especially with one more than the others.

You weren’t looking for it, it kind of just happened when you bumped into him at a nightclub in Las Vegas after your own brother ditched you to make out with some random guy in the bathrooms. Max was kind enough to keep you company and then, when your brother stumbled out of the bathroom too drunk to remember his own name, he drove you both back to your hotel. He even made sure you were in your room before saying goodbye and going to his own hotel.

From then on you couldn’t stop bumping into him literally everywhere, so, it was only natural that you’d start making conversation, then following each other on Instagram was just as natural as moving the conversation to text messages (it was easier).

Your friendship has developed so much that you’ve been running together around Monaco lately, after you bumped into him at seven in the morning, surprised to see him running the same path as you.

And if you had a crush on the Red Bull driver before you started to be friendly with each other, well, nobody needs to know that — especially not your brothers or you’ll never hear the end of it. It was hard to act normal around him at first. You were just a girl with a crush, after all. But things have become a lot easier with time to the point of forgetting about the big, fat crush you have on the Dutchman. Well, that is until he does or says something that has you blushing and stuttering and acting like a complete fool in front of him.

Knowing that Max is going to be there this Sunday is equally mortifying, and exciting.

“Oh, okay.” You smile, scratching behind Leo’s ears while your brother has his eyes on you. “I’m coming, by the way.”

Charles hums, “The box is going to be here tomorrow.”

Your belly erupts with butterflies at the thought of what you’re about to do with that box of ice cream.

It’s Sunday, sunny and everyone is wearing their best clothes while waiting for the match to start.

You’re standing next to Lando, who is talking to Charles about the next race, when you see Max Verstappen coming in.

He’s wearing some blue navy linen pants with a white button down of the same material, a pair of dark sunglasses and his singular smirk.

Max is greeted by your older brother, who is quick to engage in conversation about some random thing you can’t hear from where you are standing.

But then he’s excusing himself and walking over to you.

You don’t know if he’s actually looking at you thanks to the sunglasses covering his eyes, but you feel small and shy nonetheless.

“Hey, mate.” Lando claps his shoulder, making space for Max to stand between you and him.

“Hey,” This time you know he’s looking at you because his entire body is turned in your direction.

“Hey, Maxie.” You say, the corners of your mouth curling up. “Nice clothes.” You cringe the second the words leave your lips. Nice clothes, really?

Max just chuckles before looking over to your brother. “Hey, Charlie. Thanks for the ice cream.”

Oh. My. God.

Shit.

Fuck.

You had forgotten about that.

Well, no. You hadn’t forgotten about it because, in fact, you've been thinking about the box of LEC ice cream that you sent Max all week.

You didn’t think he was going to bring it up, because you were sure he was going to think that Charles was nice enough to send his friend some of his ice cream. Or even that it was some PR move from his part.

However, he brings it up in front of you. And Lando. And the owner of the ice cream who doesn’t know anything about it. All he knows is that you wanted some vanilla ice cream because you said you liked it.

“What are you talking about?” Charles asks, confused. “It’s not being sold in Monaco yet.”

It’s Max’s turn to look confused. “What?” He takes off his sunglasses. And you’re not at all ready to see his deep blue eyes, so you avoid looking up at him. “You sent me a box of… Vanillove is it called? I didn’t know you knew I only liked vanilla.”

You want to die. You want for the earth to swallow you right now.

“Max,” Charles says at the same time you look at him, eyes pleading not to say anything. “What?” He asks you, eyebrows raised in question.

And then you have two more pairs of eyes on you.

You decide, right at that moment, that you’re not going to talk to Charles ever again. Why does everyone talk about that silent connection between siblings where they know what is going on with just a look? Because you, certainly, don’t have it with Charles.

Lando snorts, hands immediately covering his mouth. He looks at you, amusement on his face.

Oh, that is just great. Lando knows.

And your brother still has no clue, “What happens?” He asks again, this time grabbing your arm softly to make you look at him, but your sandals are more interesting.

“The match is about to start.”

Thank God for Lorenzo. You could kiss him just because he came at the right moment to save you from embarrassing yourself even more without even knowing.

Everybody talks and moves at the same time, making their ways over the seats.

“Hey,” Max touches your shoulder, making you turn around. “Are you okay?” Max touches your forehead with the back of his hand and you pray to all the gods above that he doesn’t notice you shivering because of it.

“Oh, yeah, it’s just the sun. It is a little hot.” You smile, dismissing the topic with a wave of your hand.

“I’ll get you some water,” He drops his hand and you immediately miss his warmth. “save me a seat?”

You feel your heart hammering in your ears as you nod, walking away with his question and the little smile that came with it replaying in your head.

You find your seats behind Arthur and his girlfriend, in the rows next to yours separated by the stairs is Charles and Lando, yapping like their lives depend on it, next to them is Lorenzo and Charlotte.

You’re thinking about what to say to Charles because he is, eventually, going to ask you about what is going on and you know he will not rest until you give him an answer. You are a shitty liar, so you need to practice.

Max calls your name, drawing your attention back to the present.

“You have your head in the clouds today.” He hands you a water bottle and you take a long sip, trying to gain some control over yourself.

“I’m sorry.”

“Will you tell me what is going on?” Max looks intently at you, a small smile still on his lips.

You sigh. Well, he needs to know, right? You owe him that.

But then, Max is leaning closer and pushing a strand of hair out of your face, resting his hand in the back of your neck and stroking ever so softly.

“You smell,” He says, closing his eyes for a second and inhaling. “sweet like vanilla.”

His words send a thrill down your spine, words stuck in your throat. Max expression softens, mixed with something you can’t describe.

He rubs his thumb gently over the sensitive skin of your neck.

“You sent the ice cream, didn’t you?”

You take a sharp intake of breath.

The closeness and the warmth emanating from his body along with his touch are making your brain go fuzzy at the edges.

“Y/N?” He smiles at you when you make eye contact, his blue eyes deep as the ocean. “It was you?”

You nod, blood rushing to your cheeks. “Yes.” You breathe, embarrassed and shy and feeling like an idiot.

“I knew it.” He says, chucking. You tilt your head to the side in a silent question. “I told you about my favorite ice cream flavor just a few weeks ago. And suddenly I have a box full of vanilla ice cream from LEC?” Max pulls his hand away, but is still close to you. “I mean, Charles and I are friends but we’re not that close.”

“Oh, God.” You hide your face behind your hands. “I was going to tell you. Eventually.”

“Why didn’t you?”

You look at him from between your fingers. “I don’t know.”

Max sighs, lopsided grin plastered on his face. “Now you have to come to my apartment and help me with them. It’s a lot for one person.” He shrugs, trying to look nonchalant but you see the blush quickly spreading over his cheeks.

“I would love to.”

Max flops his head on your shoulder and gazes up at you with those big blue eyes of his. “It is a date.”

Max definitely doesn’t need to know that you hate vanilla ice cream.

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

not now sweetie, mommy is watching a decade's worth of formula 1 races and obsessing over a guy who has been retired for years now

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

🎸!Rockstar!🎸pt.2

Pairing: Charles Leclerc X Rockstar Cherrie!

Word count: 10k

Summary: in which it’s been a year. They’re in love, he’s still a fan. And it’s time to meet her crazy family.

It was safe to say that Charles had never felt as terrified and nervous as he did then, as a passenger princess , while his Rockstar girlfriend raced down the open roads that led to her family's home in Spain.

Feeling his heart threaten to climb out of his mouth with each bumpy rock on the road that Cherrie carelessly sped over , getting further and further away from civilisation . It had been nearly five minutes now since he had last seen any other sign of life, no shops, no tourists , just endless trees and desert like land in front of him.

Charles wanted to be sick. Pressing his trembling hand over his mouth as he tried to remind himself that meeting the parents and the family were a normal step in a growing relationship. A step that , if he was being honest with himself , should have been taken a while ago now.

It was safe to say that he might have been putting off meeting them because of the simple fact that from what he had heard from Cherrie and everybody else around her, including her ex boyfriend and baby daddy, that they were crazy.

And not the fun in the sun , drinking bubbly and laughing over the campfire type of crazy. But the kind of crAzy where her father was a ex fighter . One of her brothers was in jail for attempted murder (which Cherrie swore vehemently that he was innocent about!). And her other brother had only just gotten out of jail about three months ago now, and the youngest brother was also a lawyer. Hence how he was now out of jail and how the other one only had a short sentence instead of full term.

Even her mother terrified him too. He had heard his girlfriend and her mother on the phone multiple times , and the two of them together were... deafening. The type of loud that made everybody within a five metre distance wince from their volume, a rapid mix of Spanish and blended up English as they gossiped each night for all to hear.

It was... a lot. he simply just wasn't used to it. He was used to polite smiles, calm and respectful conversations over lunch. Gentle hugs from family members , none of which had ever  had a criminal record either.

So this chaos that Cherrie brought along with her, was a little overwhelming for him. But he loved her, so deeply and so unfading that he knew in his heart that she was the one for him. She was the woman that he was going to someday marry and start a family with. The love of his life.

So he had to officially meet her family before they all came knocking at their door with suitcases instead.

Luckily for him Cherrie loved him enough to shorten her family down for their visit . So that he was only going to meet her close and immediate family first instead . Not the hundreds of cousins and anties and uncles that she had. She was saving that for another time so that Charles could actually have a chance of getting out of there alive and still loving her.

And she loved him , really she did, so she didn't want him to be too scared. She wanted him to love her crazy family as much as she did because they were going to become his family too soon. But despite her constant reassurance that they were going to love him and that he had nothing to worry about . It didn't seem to help his nerves at all.

She glanced over at her boyfriend in the passenger seat of the car and winced a little to herself in pity, as she took in his pale and clammy face alongside the way he was white knuckling the door handle as she sped down the bumpy roads as though she was rally racing .

She eased up a little on the gas and straightened the car after she had accidentally on purpose drifted them around a tight corner , her four year old daughter giggling gleefully as she threw her little hands into the air in excitement , strapped securely in her car seat in the back of the car. Having the time of her life, so excited to see her family again.

Meanwhile Charles let out a small shriek of fear as his body slammed against the door from her abrupt steering , his head snapping over to his giggling girlfriend with a concerned frown .

"Slow down Cherrie! I'm going to be sick If you keep doing this!" He complained, gagging for effect so that she would realise how serious he was being.

She just rolled her eyes at him playfully , little Star even pulling a face at him when he peered into the backseats to make sure that she was okay. Being faced with a judgemental up and down glance from the four year old who shook her little head at him with a mean little smirk.

"Scaredy cat." She mocked him, giggling like the menace that she was as she kicked the back of his seat as well. Enjoying his suffering.

Just like her mother. Charles sighed loudly. Both of them loved to torture him. It was clear now.

"I'm not scared." He quickly denied, frowning back at miss sassy pants back there. The two of them having grown a close bond with each other over the last year of him and Cherrie being together.

He loved Star just as much as he would love his own kid. They were a package deal and he loved them both endlessly. Even when they both had bad attitudes and found humour in taking the piss out of him constantly . He still wouldn't change a single thing about them.

Better bitchy than boring , he supposed. There was never a dull day with them.

"I just want to get their safely before cherries brothers and father un-Alives me." He muttered in a grumble .

Clinging to his seatbelt tightly , shooting his girlfriend another sharp look when she pressed on the gas again and nearly sent them into a bush around the corner .

"Cherrie! My love! Please!" He yelped scared .

She just snickered, picking up his trembling hand and bringing it up to her lips. Gently kissing his knuckles to calm him down.

She smiled briefly over at him before focusing back onto the road in front of her. "They're not going to kill you! I've already talked to them! They know all about you and they know that you're a good guy. Not like all the other men." She told him absentmindedly .

"-plus you've already talked to mi mamá before! You like her don't you?" She reminded him with a amused grin.

Charles just groaned stressfully . Thinking back to all the times before that her mother had ambushed him over the phone.

He had almost shit himself the very first time that she had called him during the middle of the night, it was morning for her family , and Rosa's voice had been loud and to the point in his ear as she shouted worriedly down the phone "have you and Cherrie eaten? Do not forget to take you're vitamins and to drink plenty today! I have checked weather app and it has told me that it's very hot for you. Do you hear me?!" While he tried not to have a heartattack .

This being the first time that they had ever spoken and already she was yelling at him during the middle of the night after waking him up.

He had shaken Cherrie awake in a panic, hair sticking up at every angle as she reassured him that was a normal thing in her family . The shouting, the overbearing concern and random calls in the middle of the night were just apart of them and that he needed to get used to it if he loved her and star and wanted to stay in her life.

Before casually kissing his cheek and rolling away from him , going back to sleep peacefully while he had just sat there in disbelief, looking down at his phone in the dark as he wondered how the hell her mother had even gotten his number in the first place .

"I do but-still- she shouts at me a lot Cherrie. Are you sure that she likes me? Because sometimes it doesn't sound like it." He looked at her worriedly , the over thinker out of the two of them.

Cherrie simply didn't give a shit and neither did Star either . So Charles had to do all the worrying and stressing for all three of them. It was only right.

Cherrie just laughed and patted his knee comfortingly . "She loves you! If she didn't like you- she wouldn't even speak to you . never mind call you to make sure that you've eaten Charles! And her shouting isn't bad. She's just enthusiastic and expressive . All my family are!" She explained to him patiently. Giving him a pretty smile that momentarily stunned him enough to calm his panic for a moment.

Well. Until the four year old in the backseat open her big mouth up again.

"mi abuela likes you Charlie. mi abuelo is the one that usually doesn't like mammas boyfriends." She told him matter of factly . Grinning mischievously at him. Enjoying his panic like the evil little child that she was.

Charles swallowed audibly , letting out a shaky breath. "And what does he do if he doesn't like them?" He dared to ask. Looking at his girlfriend with worry.

Cherrie awkwardly cleared her throat , glancing away from him with a slight grimace as she muttered quietly . "I wouldn't worry about that mi amor.. he's going to like you . So nothing will happen to you." It didn't help calm him down at all.

He looked at her with wide eyes , heart pounding in his chest as he gasped loudly "so something did happen before, yes? Oh my god!" He whined fearfully . Covering his face with his hands stressfully.

Star giggled loudly and exclaimed happily "don't worry Charlie. Mami won't let them hurt you! You're too pretty!" Grinning toothily at him as though that would help.

Cherrie nodded along in agreement . Kissing his knuckles again while he continued to mumble panic in French beside her. Not having a single clue to what he was saying, she didn't  pay it any mind. Just enjoying the sound of him speaking French anyways . Even if it was swears and mumbled worry's that he was spewing .

"Exactly! You're forgetting that I'm just like them! They hurt you. I hurt them. Badly." She said it matter of factly. So casually that it made him glance back over to her in surprise.

Oddly turned on by her authoritative and stern voice , her accent even thicker as she threatened anybody's life that would hurt him or upset him. And Charles started to calm down knowing that she wasn't joking either.

She was scarily protective of him and the last time that some poor idiot had insulted him at a bar they were at, Cherrie had knocked the man out with just one punch before loudly threatening his life to his shocked friends standing fearfully by. Charles had just been holding her free hand behind her back silently . Watching his girlfriend knock a guy out for him with a gaping mouth and tented pants .

It was the hottest thing that he had ever witnessed and he had barely been able to wait until they were back home before he was tearing off her dress and throwing her down onto their bed in a frantic desperation , kissing her passionately while she just giggled beneath him in amusement.

His girlfriend was terrifying when she wanted to be and he loved it. Because he knew that he was safe as could possibly be as long as she was around. She was his love, his protector . He didn't need a bodyguard when she was by his side. He had seen her fight men twice her size without any hesitation . She had his back.

So he let himself relax a little and gave her a small smile . Sighing blissfully as he leant over to kiss the side of her head affectionately . So in love that it made him dizzy.

"I love you. So much." He muttered to her , completely gone for her. Unable to take his eyes off her as he watched the golden sun shine through the windows and highlight her frame perfectly.

He quickly pulled out his phone to take some candid photos of her, grinning as he leant back in his seat to get a better angle. Smiling to himself in amazement, unable to believe that the most beautiful woman in the world was all his.

Her face softened, bottom lip pouting out a little at how loving he always was towards her. Even when he was pissing his pants about meeting her family. He still found the time to tell her that he loved her.

Charles couldn't resist, leaning over to quickly kiss her pouting bottom lip . "Love you too bebé." She whispered to him with a soft smile. A start contrast to her usual unbothered glare that she wore.

She could be soft. But only for him.

Stars loud huff got their attention and Charles leaned back into his seat again, glancing behind them to see the four year old scowling at them unhappily, clearly jealous of not being on the receiving end of their affections as well.

"Well?" She impatiently huffed, looking between the two of them grumpily.

Her little hands clenching a princess doll In her fingers that Charles had bought her that morning to keep her occupied and behaving on the long drive there.

Luckily she had slept soundlessly on his shoulder on the plane journey to Spain, and Cherrie was only left to comfort one nervous man child each time they hit some turbulence instead .

"Well what?" Charles grinned at her amusedly , reaching between the gap of their seats to fix one of her socks that had rolled down over her shoe.

Cherrie had been too busy running around and making sure that they had everything for that flight that morning to make her daughter presentable, so Charles had the honour of dressing her this time.

He was quite proud of the bright rainbow coloured cotton shorts and over sized matching shirt that she was wearing . Along with some bright blue little boots too. He had managed to wrangle her messy hair into two large pigtails , two red bows holding them together cutely.

He thought that she looked adorable , quickly taking a picture of her pouty face too. Grinning to himself at the eerily similar glare that Star and Cherrie had whenever they were both unimpressed with him.

She copied her mother's scowl and exclaimed loudly "my 'love yous please!" Crossing her tiny arms over her chest as well for added drama.

Charles just laughed and lifted her tiny hand to his mouth , kissing her knuckles like her mother had done for him. Watching the way the four year old immediately dropped her pout and starting giggling instead, cheeks going red as she beamed back after him happily again.

"Yes. I love you as well miss Sassy pants." He told her affectionately . Giving her pigtails a gentle tug before pulling away. "You and mommy both."

Cherrie hid her lovesick smile behind her own curls , trying not to squeal like a fool at the gooey way he made her feel. It was sickening really . She was supposed to be a bad bitch. But Charles had her weak for him, he really did.

After a few minutes of driving they finally pulled up to her parents place that she had bought them , the large house proudly stood in the middle of no where with land for miles ahead.

"We're here." She announced happily. Star immediately cheering with excitement. Charles immediately paling again.

"You ready mi amor?" She questioned her nervous boyfriend in amusement as she turned off the car and got out. Charles quickly following .

He sighed nervously as he opened the backseat door and unbuckled Star from her car seat carefully , helping the four year old down.

He was surprised when she didn't immediately bolt off like she usually did. Instead this time she placed her small hand in his and stayed by his side, looking up at him with a toothy grin .

"You'll be okay Charlie." She whispered to him encouragingly . Reminding him of what a sweet girl she really was underneath all that sarcasm and sass.

He squeezed her hand gently in return, heart racing as they slowly trailed behind Cherrie to the front door. But he still couldn't find the Courage to agree with her words just yet.

Before he could make a desperate plea to his girlfriend and make her promise him again that he would be one hundred percent safe with her family, the front door swung wide open with a bang nearly making him jump out of his own skin.

"¡Mi bebé! Look at you! Have you lost weight? You're looking too skinny! Why are your cheekbones so sharp? Is this boy not feeding you well? I call him, plenty!" Her mother loud voice immediately started fretting over her daughter as she pinched her cheeks and looked her body over in concern.

Charles smiled a little to himself as he looked at the woman in front of him. Seeing where Cherrie had gotten her beauty from now.

Her mother, Rosa , was a small woman, even smaller than Lando was, which was saying something. But she had the biggest personality to make up for it . With beautiful long, black hair and soulful eyes just like his girlfriends . She was a forced to be reckoned with. Wearing a long flower dress with an apron wrapped around her waist from where she had been cooking before spotting them pulling up at their home, having sprinted straight out to see them as fast as she could.

Cherrie laughed softly as her mother cupped her face lovingly , kissing all over her face as she worried over her, feeling herself fully relax now that she was in the arms of the ones that she loved the most. There really was no place like home

"I am well mamá! And I eat very good. Charles has been trying out all of those recipes that you sent him. He's been trying his best." She told her mother proudly as she motioned over to her nervous boyfriend with a simple nod of her head, laughing at the way he immediately looked like a deer in headlights as another voice joined the conversation.

Her father walked out of the door and and smiled at them all . And Cherrie supposed that she could see why people were so scared of him. He was a big guy. Both in height and muscle. Her papa hasn't put down the weight lifts since the very first day he could lift them. He was a very strong man and it showed.

Her friends liked to joke that her father was like a Spanish the 'Rock'. Bald head, muscles, tattoos and all. He really did look like him.

Charles had to bend his neck back to meet his eyes, swallowing silently at the sight of him. He tried to take in a deep breath as he felt Star squeeze his hand again gently. The four year old no doubt feeling that he needed the support. Despite the little amused grin on her chubby face as she felt his palm turn sweaty in her hand.

"I should hope he has! You don't need a man that won't cook for you. You are the rockstar in your household. He should be doing the cooking and the cleaning." Her dad stated seriously before looking over at a nervous Charles with a stern eye, assessing the man closely in front of him.

He only wanted what was best for his only daughter , she was his princess after all.

"You speak any Spanish?" He asked the driver curiously . Big arms crossed over his even bigger chest as he stared poor Charles down.

He let out a anxious chuckle, shaking his head a little as he looked up at her father with a nervous smile tugging at his lips. Feeling like he might pass out.

If he had thought that Leon. Her ex boyfriend was big. He was tiny in comparison to her father. Charles wondered what the hell they were drinking out here to be so big. And where the hell could he get himself a glass?

"I'm trying to learn. Although I have picked up a lot of words from your daughter. Some that aren't really repeatable." He chuckled, looking over at Cherrie fondly .

Loving when they were at home and he could listen in to her talking to her friends over the phone. She swore like a sailor and Charles was certain that he could now tell someone how to get fucked, be fucked, fuck off, fuck you and you're fucking kidding?! In Spanish perfectly.

His girlfriend has a mouth on her and he loved it. It balanced out his calm and polite behaviour perfectly. He finally had found someone that would call back a waiter to their table if they gave him the wrong food without any hesitation .

Cherrie very clearly wore the pants in their relationship and Charles would never complain about that. It meant that he always felt safe by her side knowing that she always had his back. She was tough as shit. But soft for him in all the right moments.

She really was the love of his life. Charles was certain that she had been made just for him. She was perfect in his eyes. And could do absolutely no wrong.

Her father, Sergio, laughed loudly at his words. Nodding his head with a wide smirk on his face "yes, that sounds like my daughter! Charles is it?" He gave him his hand to shake, getting good vibes from the race driver in front of him.

He was just pleased that his daughter hadn't brought home another one of her steroid taking, pig headed, dumber than fuck boyfriends that she used to have. It was a well accepted change to have his little rockstar bring home a man like Charles instead. It gave him great hope for her future happiness now.

Charles reached out and shook his hand firmly , trying not to wince at how strong Sergio was as he squeezed his hand and gave it a hard shake, eyes never leaving his, clearly testing him.

Charles just smiled Nervously and said "yes. That's me. It's nice to meet you. Cherrie talks very highly of you." He quickly let go of his death grip hand and held little stars hand again instead.

The four year old just glancing up at him judgementally when she felt his trembling fingers in her tiny hand, shaking her head at him with a pitiful sigh .

Her father grinned, pleased as he turned to his daughter to give her a hug. Holding her tightly to his chest as he kissed the top of her head affectionately.

"And I her! My precious daughter finally home! And with a new man too! I didn't believe your mother at first when she told me!" He exclaimed honestly , looking immensely proud of her.

Cherrie giggled at her fathers words, kissing his cheeks before pulling away and watching as her mother made her way over to Charles and quickly brought him into a warm hug as well.

Charles froze as her mother started patting his face gently , turning his head this way and that way so that she could get a better look at him.

She frowned in concern "very small! Maybe I was worried about the wrong one. Does she not feed you Charles? You need a good meal! You're very lucky, I cook feast today for us! This is a special day for this family!" She exclaimed as she started to drag charles into the house quickly to feed him up.

Cherrie laughed loudly at the panicked look that her boyfriend shot her over his shoulder , too scared to make a noise in fear of upsetting anyone.

"And there's my other baby! My beautiful star all grown up! Soon you'll be a woman! My god!" Her father gushed as he picked up star and threw her over his shoulder . The four year old giggling loudly as he spun her around and around happily.

"I'm gonna be five soon abuelo! Charlie said that he'll take me to Disneyland!" She told him excitedly as she cling to her grandpa firmly. Like a little koala around him as she hugged his neck , the three of them trailing slowly into the house.

Sergio looked at his daughter with a raise of his brow, looking pleased with what he was hearing. Usually none of her other boyfriends had ever took a interest in star. The four year old had a habit of scaring away the guys that she didn't like, so it was a pleasant surprise to hear the usually stone cold child gush about Charles like this.

"Oh really. You like him little one?" He asked her curiously as he brought Cherrie underneath his free arm to side hug her as well. His heart feeling full now that his family was back together again.

Star nodded her head rapidly "yes. He's a bit of a scaredy cat but he's really nice! He really loves mommy. I always hear him tell her how beautiful she is." She told her grandpa matter of factly "he's very lucky . Because mommy is beautiful and could have any man in the world." She stated. Like The number one fan of her mother that she was.

Cherrie laughed fondly and kissed her chubby cheek, while cherries father's face softened . Looking down at Cherrie with a soft smile "a good boy ah? He treats you well? You love him?" He wanted to know. Ready to kill him if he heard otherwise.

Cherrie sighed quietly, glancing over to the kitchen just as she heard heavy feet running down from upstairs with some familiar bickering accompanying them. Her brothers shoving past each other in hopes of being the first one to see charles.

"He does. He brings me and star flowers with our breakfast. He's so sweet papá . Not like the others so please take it easy on him. He's really nervous about today." She told him quietly , heart so full of love for her man.

Just like that Sergio decided that he liked Charles. He bought not only Cherrie flowers but her daughter to? It showed him just what kind of man he was. A good one. Her father was so happy to hear this, all he had ever wanted for his daughter and granddaughter , was their happiness . And he had never seen them look so happy .

"I will not hurt him. Do not worry. Any man that loves you and treats you with the respect that you and star deserve are welcomed in our family." He assured her firmly . Knowing that the men in their family didn't exactly have a good track record of being nice to the boyfriends in the past.

Cherrie just hugged him again, so happy. She then kissed the top of Charles head softly as she walked past him to get to the garden, immediately opening the doors so that star could run out to play like she knew she wanted to.

Charles smiled to himself at her soft actions before getting up to help her mother prepare the stew , Rosa passing him some carrots to chop up as he got into it quickly . Only to almost jump out of his skin as two large bodies slid in either side of him, along with two equally as loud voices greeting him.

"This is him? The man that has turned our sister into a lovesick puppy?" Diego , the youngest of brothers exclaimed in shock as he looked Charles up and down in amazement . Having not expected him to look like he did at all.

His sister usually Brought home men that looked like wrestlers or like they were apart of some gang. Not guys like Charles.

The oldest brother, Hugo, also looked surprised as he laughed loudly . "You have got to be the smallest boyfriend so far! But I have seen you on tv! You drive a car in circles for a living, no?" Nudging his shoulder like they were the best of friends .

Charles couldn't help but be a little envious of the insane amount of self confidence and the inability to have a vocal filter that her whole family had. It was nicely refreshing to not have people too afraid to joke about with him in fear of upsetting him, but it was also a little intimidating too. He just wasn't used to this at all.

He laughed a little at hugos description of his job, grinning in amusement at him. "That's me. I drive for Ferrari in f1." He confirmed for him politely.

Her mother gasped , leaning over the counter to frown at him worriedly . "Very dangerous! Are you safe? I heard very bad things!" She fretted.

Charles smiled at her gently , his chest warming at her immediate concern for his safety despite having only just met him. It was nice.

"As safe as could be. Maybe not so much a decade ago but the cars are better now when it comes to crashes. We have amazing engineers for that to thank." He answered her while Putting the now chopped carrots into the pot .

Her brothers exchanged a look before Hugo spoke up again. "We're cherries brothers. I'm Hugo and this is Diego." He introduced them nicely "we do have another brother but he's in the army!"

Her father walked into the kitchen and scoffed in amusement at their lie. "Pedro is not in the army Charles. They obviously want their tongues to fall out with all their lying." He smacked the back of his sons heads in scorn.

"He is in prison for attempted murder because apparently they can't do anything right. Even Diego here! Only attempted. No killers in this family Charles! We are good people!" He clapped a nervous Charles on his back casually as he helped himself to a beer from the fridge. "You want one?" He offended a bottle to Charles.

Charles hesitantly shook his head no . "I can't. I have a race this weekend so no drinking for me. It helps to keep a clear head. Trainers rules." He told him nervously .

Looking warily between the three large men crowding him into the counter, heart beat never slowing down once. Wishing that he had the four year old to hold his hand again in support.

Her father snorted, giving him a judgmental glance. "And you just listen to him? From what I have seen of your season so far. You could do with a good, stiff drink!" He joked.

Cherries mother scolded her husband immediately "he is a good boy! He is doing what he is told. Something that I wish my sons would do!" She gave them a longed , unimpressed glances as she said so.

Diego rolled his eyes with a grin "it was attempted mama! Just a little fight. The police made way too big of a deal about it." He scoffed defensively .

Hugo laughed loudly , smirking in amusement. "A fight that he didn't know he was participating in!"

Her father saw Charles worried look and tried to assure him "do not worry Charles. Hugo is a lawyer. No one in this family is going to jail for long time. Plus we are loved here. Very protected. We keep you safe too now." He promised him. Failing to realise that he wasn't helping his unease at all. Only making it worse.

Charles swallowed , chuckling nervously at the implication that his girlfriends family could kill someone and get away with it. No wonder Cherrie walked around without any fear in the world. She had her own hitmen and bodyguards to protect her.

"Er-thank you?" He didn't know what to say at all. Awkwardly scratching his neck as he looked between the men, absolutely lost to what to do or say.

It was safe to see that these guys were nothing like his friends back home. He had a feeling that even Pierre's confidence would be shaken if he was in his place.

Her mother shook her head with a exasperated sigh, shooing them away from the kitchen . "Stop with the story's! Do not scare the good boy away! This family needs him! Now let me cook in peace!" She ordered them all strictly . Giving Charles a comforting pat on his arm as she nudged him away, taking a instant liking to him. A mother knew best after all.

As the four men settled into the couches in the front room while they waited for dinner to be served , Sergio looked over at his daughters new boyfriend with a small grimace . Having not meant to scare him.

He tried his hand at comforting again , lowering his voice as he casually said "we have endless land. People disappear sometimes. No big deal. Do you have any enemies you want rid of?" Thinking that he was genuinely helping him.

Charles looked at her father with wide eyes, beyond shocked and also a little amused if he was being honest. Leon hasn't been kidding when he told him that her family was a little crazy.

He didn't know whether to be scared for his life or flattered that her family liked him enough to get rid of any 'enemies' that he had for him. He felt a bit of both actually.

"Er-not really. I tend to just stay away from people that I do not like. I'm not a fan of the drama." He answered him carefully. Smiling at him so he knew that he appreciated his attempt at 'helping him' none the less.

Sergio hummed . Nodding his head proudly. "Good answer. " he mused looking at him a little funny "you say that you are racing this weekend?"

Charles nodded. Shifting nervously in seat from having her intimidating fathers full attention on him. "yeah. I am. The track is only a few hours away from here." He told him with a small smile.

Sergio hummed again, side eyeing him. "You take your new family with you, yes?"

Charles looked at him , surprised. "You want to come to my race?" He felt his chest warm , face flushing a little from their interest and how quickly that they had accepted him into their crazy family without any hesitation.

Her father looked at him like he was crazy. "Of course! My daughter is dating a F1 superstar! Of course I want to go! You will get me a cap and shirt to wear?" He said bluntly , taking a gulp of his beer as he waited for Charles to snap out of his shock.

Charles felt like he could cry from happiness. This we going so well, he felt like he was dreaming! He had expected her father to threaten to kill him but instead her father was asking for tickets and his merch to wear!

He grinned happily "of course! I will show you around! I have taken star to a few races and she loves it! I have some photo's .. hold on.." he quickly pulled out his phone to show him his lock screen of himself and Cherrie hugging in his garage, standing beside his Ferrari that star was sat in, grinning toothily with her ferrari cap and shirt on. Having the time of her life pretending to be him.

Charles was too busy grinning down at the photo on his phone to notice the way cherries father's face softened , easily seeing the love that he had for his daughter and Granddaughter. Proudly gushing about them even though Star was not biologically his, he obviously didn't care. He still treated her as if she was his own.

Sergio sighed contently , liking Charles more and more as the minutes went on.

"You love her? I mean, really love her?" He needed to hear those words out of his own mouth to believe them fully.

Charles flushed red, giggling a little like a lovesick idiot as he smiled bashfully down at the picture of his little family on his phone screen. Heart squeezing in his chest. Constantly overwhelmed with the love that he felt for them. Until he met cherrie, he hadn't known that it was possible to love somebody so much.

"I do." He breathed out shyly , glancing over at her unreadable father hesitantly "I love her and I like her very much too. She makes me so incredibly happy. Star as well." He admitted to him quietly.

Sergio nodded his head with a small smile playing on his lips. "I should hope so. I'm glad. Because I was getting so sick of having to scare those nasty bastards away all the time." He sighed loudly in annoyance just thinking about his daughters past taste in men. "There's only so many times a man can hit someone with his car while reversing out of the driveway , before people stop believing that it was an accident." He casually stated to him in exasperation .

Cherries brothers nodded along in agreement , Diego pulling a disgusted face at the reminder of them too. They were all fiercely protective of Cherrie, and while it scared the shit out of Charles, he couldn't help but appreciate the loyalty they had with each other.

"Mmm. The problem was that these big guys weren't scared of her because they knew that they could overpower her with their strength. Toxic assholes. It's like they're too dumb to understand, you fuck over our sister? We make sure that you never have children again. Ya know?" Diego ranted angrily , Hugo nodding along in agreement.

Her father hummed proudly , glancing back at Charles and tilting his head in consideration. Charles just trying not to pass out underneath his intense scrutiny.

Don't throw up. He thought to himself pleadingly , feeling like a spooked deer in the middle of a group of lions.

He made a silent promise to himself to work twice as hard in the gym when they got back home. He had never felt like more of a twig than he did then. Even Cherrie had bigger muscles than he did! It was a little embarrassing .

"That's why I like you Charles!" Sergio finally spoke, cracking a pleased grin over his stern features.

"My baby needs a man that is too fearful to mess it up. Too scared of my daughter to hurt her! You fit the bill perfectly. A nice man, couldn't hurt a fly! She'll take care of the fights while you take care of my baby and make her happy forever ? ¿Sí?" He said firmly , looking at him a little threateningly . Yet another test for him to pass.

Charles felt a little offended , he wasn't going to lie. He wasn't a weakling . He could defend himself, he just chose not to. He had a kick ass terrifying girlfriend to that for him. It was a silent deal between them.

He got rid of the spiders on the walls. He cooked for her, he got her cute little gifts and gave her massages when she was stressed. And she would threaten the life out of anyone that was stupid enough to upset him, ferrari strategists included. With her around, he didn't have to worry because she always had his back.

And if that made him a softy or the whipped one, or the woman of their relationship. Or whatever people liked to assume . Then so be it.

He was in love and he was so happy. He couldn't care less about what anybody else thought. He had the hottest rockstar in the world as his girlfriend.

He won.

"I'll take care of her the best that I can, yes. She would do the same for me." Charles simply replied, getting a pleased grin from her father and brothers in return.

He sighed subtly in relief . Another box checked, they actually liked him! Thank fuck for that!

"You're going to marry my daughter and be happy forever. Keep her happy and she will keep you happy in return. Piss her off and she will piss you off in return also. You understand the pattern?" Her father made sure that he knew. It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

Charles quickly nodded his head, laughing nervously . Heart jumping in his throat at the thought of marrying the woman that he had been in love with and a big fan of for years before they even got to meet. He felt like the luckiest man alive then. Scary family and all.

He still had his kneecaps and his balls, so he would say that meeting her family was going really well so far.

Meanwhile in the kitchen Cherrie was helping her mama set the plates at the table , humming a song underneath her breath as she placed Stars plate beside Charles. Knowing that her four year old daughter would want to sit next to him. She loved Charles and it was clear to see that she looked up to him, despite how cool and sassy she tried to be. Star adored him.

Her mother kept glancing at her , a soft frown on her aging face that didn't go untouched by Cherrie. She let out a sigh and turned to face her in amusement .

"You have something to say?" She knowingly said to her. Smiling at her affectionately.

Rosa just hummed and smirked a little to herself, eyes still flickering around her glowing face and body. Looking like she knew something that nobody else did.

"You really love this boy. I can read it all over you. I've never seen you so smitten before Cherrie." She stated, so happy for her daughter that had been so unlucky in love that they had all worried that she would never settle down. The fear of their only daughter hopping from one asshole to the next had her going grey haired .

Rosa was glad that the awful period of her life was over now. She liked Charles and she could see as plain as day that he was obsessed with Cherrie. It warmed her heart .

Cherrie giggled a little , flustered At how obvious her love was for him. "I do. I'm keeping him forever." She simply said. Grinning as she grabbed a bottle of red wine to go with everyone's. Pouring it into the glasses carefully.

Her mother hummed knowingly "you're glowing. Happiness suits you." She said with a twinkle in her eyes.

Cherrie let out a slightly nervous laugh . Tucking her unruly hair behind her ear as she mumbled out "yeah-er-thank you. I am happy. Very happy. Charles is.. so different from the other guys before. He's so gentle and soft with me.." she sighed out.

Her mother rose a brow at her with a soft smile "that is a good thing. Maybe a emotional man is what you need to soften you up. I think that you balance eachother out perfectly. The lover and the fighter."

Cherrie groaned a little. Cheeks flushing as she looked over to her grinning mother and sighed worriedly. "I know! I know! I do love how.. empathetic and caring he is but..sometimes In certain situations it not the best thing. He's very.. delicate. Easily freaked out." She muttered, fiddling with her fingers anxiously . Feeling sick.

Her mother just embraced her, hugging her daughter to her chest with a smile. Excitement practically radiating from her despite her best act to remain calm.

"I think that Charles can handle more than you give him credit for. There isn't a single thing that man wouldn't do for you." She told her firmly , kissing the side of her head before pulling away.

Cherrie looked at her mother in defeat "you know?"

Her mother winked "I know." She confirmed .

"How?" Cherrie asked her, amazed.

Rosa just shrugged smugly "a mother knows everything dear. Now call the boys in for dinner before it gets cold!" She instructed her with a smile.

Cherrie did as she said in a daze , wondering what the hell she was going to do and how the hell she was going to tell Charles without him freaking out too much. If her mother already knew then it wouldn't be long before the rest of her crazy family did too.

It was with that stressful thought in mind that she began stuffing her face with the food as soon as they were all sat down at the table. Cherrie beside Charles on his left and star seated beside him on his right.

"You okay?" Charles whispered to her quietly as he gently placed his hand on her soft thigh and squeezed to get her attention. His girlfriend looking like she was mentally a million miles away, chin in hand as she shovelled the food into her mouth carelessly.

Cherries head snapped over to look at him in surprise , laughing a little nervously once she noticed the concerned look he was giving her. "I'm amazing! Why do you ask?" She said around a mouthful of food, not looking him in his eye.

Her father frowned across the table at her in disapproval "do not talk with your mouth full! You're going to choke!" He scolded her lightly , shaking his head at her. "Have a drink to wash it down with!" He told her firmly before resuming his conversation with her mother again.

Cherrie swallowed her food and rolled her eyes to herself. Shaking her head in refusal when Charles offered to pour her a glass of the wine.

"No wine for me tonight." She murmured to him with a small smile, eyes focused on her plate as she tried to eat more slower instead.

She crossed her fingers and hoped that her family and Charles wouldn't make a big deal out of her denying drinks over dinner . Only she didn't have to worry about them.

Her four year old daughter was apparently the one that she should have looked out for. Her daughter immediately frowning over at her, looking alarmed at the sight of her mother turning down free wine. Something that she never did.

She always ate every meal with a glass of wine, no matter where they were or who they were with. It was a necessity for Cherrie. She had even been trying to convert her picky boyfriend into drinking wine with her after Charles claimed to hate it, only drinking champagne instead.

It was no wonder why her four year old daughter looked so shocked at the sight of her mother drinking a glass of water with dinner. Cherrie just wished that she didn't feel the need to vocalise her shock to her entire , very dramatic family .

"Mommy! Are you sick?" Star questioned her loudly getting everyone's attention . Even Charles paused with his own glass halfway to his mouth, frowning at his girlfriend in concern. No idea to what was going on.

"You're sick! You didn't say anything?" Charles worried, pressing the back of his hand to her forehead to feel for her temperature.

Cherrie slapped his hand away with a embarrassed flush on her face. Laughing nervously as she shook her head "no! I'm not sick! Why would you think that i was star?" She said to her daughter in confusion .

Her daughter looked at her like it was obvious "you're not drinking any wine mommy. You always drink wine." She stated like she was the idiot.

Her father looked at her then as well, frowning. "You're too good for our cheap wine now?" He questioned her, offended .

Cherrie quickly shook her head in denial "no! I love it. Just don't fancy it right now!" She flustered.

Diego looked at his sister in shock "you? The alcoholic doesn't fancy wine? You usually refuse to even eat dinner if wine isn't being served with it!" He exclaimed , Hugo nodded in agreement. Both looking worried now.

Cherrie glared at them, heart pounding in her chest. "It's not a big deal-" she groaned , rolling her eyes.

Her father gasped dramatically "are you dying? Are you that unwell? Do we need to call a doctor?!" He almost shouted in worry. Looking to his wife for help.

Her mother just shook her head in amusement , looking at her panicked daughter with a smile. "She doesn't have to drink if she doesn't want to. Stop pestering her." She scolded them lightly.

Her brother laughed loudly "how about tequila then? You're favourite!" He offered.

Cherrie swallowed . Fuck no. She thought grimly. Tequila was what had gotten her into this mess in the first place.

"No! I'm okay with my water thank you!" She snapped at them. Shoving another mouthful of food into her mouth so that she didn't have to speak.

Her father snorted in shock "you're not pregnant are you?" He joked. Grinning.

Then Silence. Complete and utter silence.

Cherrie just awkwardly cleared her throat , hesitantly glancing over at a equally as silent Charles in concern . She tried to smile, but she was certain it came out as a grimace instead .

Charles blanched once he saw the sheepish look on her pretty face , going deathly white as he gasped loudly in shock . Looking at Cherrie with wide eyes as his heart threatened to leave his chest. Blinking rapidly at her as his vision swam in front of him.

"You're pregnant?" He weakly got out, slowly standing to his feet in shock as Cherrie did the same thing.

She sighed quietly, hating that he had to find out this way but.. oh well. It is what it is. He was going to find out some time .

She shrugged her shoulders casually , offering him a apologetic smile.

"Yes. I'm pregnant and you're gonna be a papa Charles." She simply told him  .

Charles took one glance at her glowing face , another glance at her still flat belly and then his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he promptly passed out, crumpling down to the floor in a heap of limbs.

Silence . Utter silence.

Then a loud amused snort from her father as he got up from his chair and quickly took his only daughter onto his arms, tears of happiness in his eyes at the thought of getting another grandchild again .

"I'm so happy for you!" He told her grinning before grimacing a little as they all glanced down at poor Charles , out cold on the floor in front of them. Star patting his face to try and wake him up, the four year old sighing pitifully at him as she did so.

"My love. I like him but he is jumpy like a terrified rabbit. We're going to have to toughen him up a little." Her father stated in amusement. Nudging Charles foot with his boot gently .

Cherrie just sighed affectionately , pulling out her phone to take a picture of her boyfriend passed out in the middle of their family circle . Star sitting on his stomach with her hands cupping her chubby cheeks as she impatiently waited for him to come back around again.

"Such a lovely boy. A shame that his balls are made of only Crystal though. But oh well.." her mother shrugged casually "his pretty face and sweet personality make up for it!"

By the time that Charles had come back around, her father had managed to drag his limp body to her bedroom and threw him down on the bed carelessly. Too excited rambling on about his soon to be grandchild , the large man running straight back out to gossip with the rest of the family as they spread the good news.

Leaving Cherrie sit beside Charles on the bed, patting down his messy hair from his clammy forehead as he came back around with a groan . His eyes immediately searching out for her in the room, his hand latching onto her own for comfort when he noticed that she was right there beside him.

They just looked at other quietly for a few moments , Charles cheeks getting redder and redder before he finally let out a long sigh and said quietly

"Pregnant?" In pure disbelief .

Cherrie just smiled down at him, laughing lightly as she watched his eyes fill up with tears when she nodded her head .

"Yup. Another baby for me. Sorry you had to find out this way. I was planning to tell you after the race so that you wouldn't have any distractions." She told him apologetically .

Feeling his hands squeeze hers three times as he let out a watery laugh , beaming up at her tearfully.

"I can't believe it! We're having a baby! I'm having a baby with you! This is like- a literal dream that I've had for the past five years!" He gushed in disbelief.

From fan, to boyfriend to baby daddy. He couldn't believe it. Where was this kind of luck during his races?!

Cherrie let out a small Squeal when he reached his arms around her waist and pulled her body down ontop of him, kissing her passionately. One arm hooked around the back of her neck as he sighed happily against her lips.

"Happy?" She teased him , pulling away to kiss at his ruby cheeks . Unable to kiss anymore with how hard they were both grinning. The air filled with nothing but glee and excitement .

Charles looked at her in disbelief , pushing her down on the bed below him before laying himself on top of her gently. Laying his head on her belly and sniffling as he felt her fingers run threw his hair gently , softly scratching at his scalp comfortingly .

"Unbelievably so. I'm going to be a dad and you're going to be the greatest mother in the world. Star is going to have a little brother or sister!" He gushed . Full on crying now.

Cherrie laughed fondly as she patted his head comfortingly as his shouldered began to shake, crying against her stomach without any shame. Feeling her heart melt. Knowing that she had chosen the right guy to fall in love with and to spend the rest of her life with.

She looked up as the door creaked open and her four year old daughter came sneaking in. Giving her a equally as excited smile as she climbed up onto the bed to lay on the other side of her, resting her tiny head beside Charles on her belly, the both of them looking at each with matching smiles on their faces .

"You're gonna be a big sister Star." Charles whispered to her with a grin.

Lifting his hand and gently stroking her chubby cheek affectionately, his heart Melting in his chest when the four year old reached forward and kissed his cheek and nose happily. She had seen her mother do it to him all the time and immediately copied her. It made Charles so happy.

She giggled "can we still go to Disneyland on my birthday though?" She asked him hopefully because priority's.

Charles chuckled and wiped away his tears , nudging his nose against her tiny button one softly. Gently wrapping his arm around her as they both cuddled onto Cherrie's stomach who was laid quietly watching them with a heart full of love. So in love with the way Charles treated Star like she was his own.

"Obviously." Charles said , bopping her nose fondly. "The baby won't be here for a while yet . There's still places we need to see. We've got our little summer Bucket list to do remember?" He winked at her.

Star sighed dramatically "oh yes. And when baby is here will you still love me just as much?" She wanted to know. Worried.

But she had absolutely nothing to worry about. Charles took her into his arms and kissed all over her tiny face until she was giggling hysterically and begging him to stop . As red as a tomato.

"Nothing is going to change regarding my love for you Star. I love you and I love your mommy and I'm going to love this baby just as much. Okay? We're a family now. I promise ." He held out his little pinky for her to take.

And Cherrie could only cry silently in pure happiness as she watched her four year old daughter link her tiny pinky with Charles , squeezing them together three times as they both kissed either side of their fingers . Sealing the promise.

And she knew that she chose the right man for her forever . She knew that he was the one. She didn't need for him to toughen up. She didn't need him to be overly big and strong . She liked her emotional mess of man as he was. He was perfect for her. He was perfect for Star. And he was going to be perfect for their new baby on the way.

They couldn't be any happier.

Cherrie thought to the ring box in her dresser draw back home and smirked slyly to herself . Heart racing in her chest with hope, joy and pure excitement. Knowing what they're future would hold.

She guessed that karma really was her boyfriend. But what about karma as her baby daddy and fiancé as well?

That had a nice ring to it.