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Timeless (XXI)

A/N: Happy 104th Birthday, Steve Rogers!!! Here’s the next chapter of Timeless! Please remember that Timeless was inspired by @just-dreaming-marvel ‘s Out Of Time series and that you should consider giving it a read. Likes, comments, reblogs and any feedback is appreciated.

(Previously On...)

Once she felt like she had calmed down enough, Olivia left her room and headed back downstairs to the living room. She found Pepper there, doing some work yet again. The strawberry blonde looked up from the tablet she had been working on and gasped softly.

"Olivia...are you alright?" she asks her.

The young girl pulls the glove off her right hand, the glove provided some shielding from the wall but, not enough.

"I um...I punched the wall..." she admits with some embarrassment.

Pepper sets her tablet aside and gets up from the chair she had been sitting in, "I'll go grab the medical kit." she tells her.

She walks out of the living room and returned moments later with a first aid kit. She takes a seat beside Olivia, who had taken a seat on the couch, before opening up the kit. The strawberry blonde woman pulled out an antiseptic spray, a cotton pad and a couple of bandages. Pepper carefully picked up the young woman's hand and cleaned around the wound first, Olivia watches her and gets lost in a memory.

Olivia watched as Bucky treated the wounds on her left hand after she had punched the tree. In the moment, she had barely felt any pain as her anger had clouded her senses but, now as Bucky held her hand carefully, she could feel the pain radiating in her knuckles. Her Cerulean eyes tracked Bucky's movements, watching as he poured some rubbing alcohol on a gauze before using it to cleaning the blood off her hand.

"Ouch!" Olivia yelped, the sting of the antiseptic spray jolting her out of her memories.

"Sorry, sorry. But, you know if you didn't punch the wall...you wouldn't be in this position." Pepper tells her.

Olivia sighed, "I know. It was just...I was so angry. I wish Tony would just drop it about my hand. I'm not....I'm not ready to talk about it and I wish he'd respect that." she says.

Pepper nods, "Don't worry, I'll make sure he'll leave you alone about it."

She wraps the bandage around the brunette's hand and then she was done.

"There you go." she says.

"Thank you." Olivia pulls her glove back on.

"I'm happy to help, just try not to do that again...okay?" Pepper tells her.

Olivia nods, "Okay, I'll try not to." she promises.

She then gets up from the couch, "I think I'll head down to the workshop...check in on Tony." she tell Pepper.

Pepper gives her a nod before closing the first aid kit and gets up to put it up. Olivia walks out of the living room and heads down the second set of stairs to get to the workshop. When she could see into the workshop, she saw that Tony was being suited up in some kind of metal suit. The current brunette inputted her code into the digital keypad before entering the workshop.

"What in the world?!" she questioned.

"JARVIS, I thought I told you to put the workshop into lock-down." Tony says from his position.

"Sir, you also told me that Ms. Coulson can be allowed into the workshop at anytime." the AI reminds him.

"Tony, what the hell is that?" Olivia asked in confusion.

"It's a suit. I'm just trying to test it out." he answers.

"But, you're going to test it outside the workshop...right?" she questions.

"Well, yeah." Tony says as if it were obvious.

Olivia walked further into the workshop, making her way closer to Tony. She moves around to stand in front of him.

"I thought you were smart, Mr. Stark. Don't you think I would've notice if you were no longer in the building or that JARVIS would have alerted me to your sudden departure?" she questions him.

"I uh..." Tony started.

"Sir, my job is to protect you. In case it managed to slip your mind, you were kidnapped and were missing for three months. You can't leave this house without me, now please step out of the suit." Olivia tells him.

"If you take a seat at my desk, JARVIS can keep you informed with my location. He will also give you the stats of the suit. You can't stop me from testing it out, so please just let me do this." Tony tells her.

She sighs, "Fine, fine." she steps back from the suit that Tony was encased in and makes her way to Tony's desk.

"JARVIS, do a weather and ATC check. Start listening in on ground control." she hears Tony tell his AI.

"Sir, there are still terabytes of calculations needed before an actual flight is-" JARVIS attempts to warn.

"JARVIS! Sometimes you got to run before you can walk. Ready?" Tony cuts off.

"Wait, Tony! It sounds like there's some dangers to this, please step out of the suit." Olivia calls out.

Tony ignores Olivia, "In three...two...one," he counts down.

The suit lifts off the ground before it takes off, exiting the garage and flies up into the sky. Olivia rounds Tony's desk and sits in the chair before looking at the display that JARVIS had pulled up for her. Her Cerulean eyes take in all the data and stats that are being displayed right in front of her. Then she notices Tony's change of direction, he was heading straight up.

"What is he...?" she mutters to herself in confusion.

She watches as Tony seems to climb high into the sky until...

"JARVIS, what's going on? Why is Tony falling? W-what's happening?" she questions the AI all at once.

She got no immediate response.

"JARVIS!" she calls out.

"Ms. Coulson, Mr. Stark-" JARVIS started.

"Is fine, just fine. Thanks for your concern." Tony's voice interrupts JARVIS over the intercom.

She leans back into the chair, breathing out a sigh of relief. "Tony, thank God. You gave me quite the scare." she tells him.

"Sorry, sorry. That wasn't my intention. I'm coming to land on the roof now, be down soon." he says.

"Alright," she responds.

She adjusts her position in the chair, sitting up straighter now. She leans forward and rests her head on top of her hands as she stares at the screen in front of her. Suddenly, there came a loud crashing sound which caused Olivia to jump up from the chair and pulled out her gun.

She rounds the desk, to get a better look at her surroundings then she notices a hole in the ceiling before taking note of an armored clad Tony laying on one of his nice cars which was now crushed underneath him.

She turns the safety back on, on her gun before putting it back into the waistband of her jeans before quickly making her way to Tony's side.

"Are you alright?" she asks in concern.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." he tells her in a dismissive tone.

"JARVIS, makes note of what needs to be fix." he then tells the AI.

"Of course, sir." he responds.

"Tony, you just fell from the sky. There is no way you can be fine." Olivia tells him.

"I didn't fall from the sky, I fell from two inches above the roof." he corrects her.

He gets up from the indentation in the car and starts walking away.

"Tony, that suit is dangerous. You have to get rid of it, its my job to protect you, you don't need some suit of armor." she says, following after him.

"The suit is staying, this is my life. Not yours. This isn't about you." Tony tells her.

She sighs, this wasn't how she expected this visit to go.

"You're right. I just...never mind, I'll leave you to get out of that." she tells him before going to leave the workshop.

"Olivia," Tony calls out.

"How's your hand?" he questions when she stops walking.

"It's fine. Pepper patched it up for me before I came down here." she answers.

"Right. Well, if you uh...if you can't sleep, you are more than welcome to come down here." he tells her.

She turns around to look at him, "I appreciate it. And you should try to sleep as well." she tells him.

"Goodnight," he tells her.

"Goodnight, Tony."

Olivia exited the workshop and returned to her room. She took her gloves off once she was in the safety of her room, allowing her hands to breathe. Before she could even ask, JARVIS went about pulling up the security camera footage.

She sits down and decides to watch the footage for awhile, watching Tony work. After about ten minutes pass, she gets up and moves to her bed. She crawls under her covers and lays down, facing the wall. She closes her eyes and attempts to fall asleep.

After awhile, she sits up on her bed, hoping that a decent amount of time had passed but, when she looked at the digital clock that was in her room, it told her that it was only forty-five after two. She groaned in annoyance and threw her covers back before climbing out of bed.

She checks the security footage to see that Tony was working down in his workshop. She then decides to head back down to the workshop. She enters the workshop yet again and it garnered Tony's attention.

"Did you even try?" he wonders as he resumes his work.

"I did. Thought maybe I had managed to fall asleep for an hour only to be proven wrong." she answers.

"Did you?" she then asks.

"Nope." was his answer.

"Tony," she says in a condescending tone.

"No." he responds.

"Have you had any rest since you've returned from being held hostage for three months?"

"Yes." he tells her.

"Oh yeah? How much have you gotten?" she asks him, with a raised brow.

"I uh..."

"Ms. Coulson," JARVIS interrupts. "Mr. Stark has gotten a total of 30 hours of sleep upon returning." he informs her.

"Wow, J, can't believe you ratted me out." Tony says in disbelief.

"I'm here to serve, sir." JARVIS tells him.

Olivia sighs, "Okay alright. Tony, lets sit." she says.

Tony looks at her in confusion, "What, why?" he wonders.

"Well, you can't sleep and I can't sleep so I figured that maybe we could talk. Been told talking about traumatic experience can be helpful." she tells him.

"Uh...no thanks. Don't think so." Tony denies.

"Tony, c'mon." she says.

"No, I'm not planning-"

"I fell out of plane and splashed down into the ocean." Olivia started.

Tony's head popped up at the sudden revelation and he turned from his work to look at her.

"My uh...my older brother and I...we were trying to stop this terrorist from bombing New York." she shares more, clenching her left hand and remembered that she hadn't put her gloves back on when she gotten up from her bed.

Tony leaves his work station and moves to take a seat beside the young girl on the couch in his workshop.

"There was...some kind of power source on the plane and I knew...I knew that I had to get my hands on it. When I got my hand on it, I quickly dropped it. As soon as I had grasped it, it burned my hand. The next thing I know, that same power source burned through the floor of the plane and I uh..." she trails off.

"You fell," Tony finishes for her.

"Yeah, I fell into the ocean with the power source. I made the rash decision to grab onto it again while I was free-falling." she says.

Tony nods, "And your brother?" he inquires.

Olivia takes a breath, "To keep the bomb from reaching New York, my brother put the plane down. I was told that he didn't make it, and I'm still confused on how I survived." she tells him.

"So that's why you can't sleep." Tony figures.

"It's part of the reason, yes. There are some other things that haunt me, things I'm not ready to discuss." she tells him.

"So when...whenever someone asks about your gloves which reminds you of your hand...it sends you back there, falling." he says. "I'm so sorry, I wouldn't have pushed you to talk about it if I had known."

"Tony, how could you have know? It's not listed on my record anywhere and I don't talk about personal issues with any employers so that way I don't get patronized or compromised." she tells him. "And all of my focus can remain on my job."

"Can I see?" he inquires.

She nods before rolling up her left sleeve of her pajamas. Tony took note of the damage done to her skin, it wasn't just limited to her hand. In fact, the burn had clearly spread up most of her forearm, stopping just a little below the crease of her elbow.

He then held his left hand out to her and she gingerly set her scarred hand in his palm. He gently held her hand within his own, carefully rubbing his thumb over the marred skin. He couldn't believe that the young girl before him had suffered something so traumatic, he admired her strong spirit.

Olivia had been watching him carefully the whole time. She never had someone hold her hand so gently well, other than Coulson when he examined the extent of the damage. After some moments of silence, Olivia spoke again.

"Are you...are you back in that cave?" she wonders in a soft tone. "Whenever you close your eyes...is that where you are?"

Tony had looked up from her hand to her face when she had spoken. He was quiet for a second longer before responding to her question.

"Yes," he matched her soft tone.

"If you...if you want to, you can talk about it with me. If you don't...well, that's okay too. I'll be here when you're ready. Well, up until they decide that you're in the clear and safe." she tells him.

"And then?" he asks.

"And then I'd begin my next job wherever I'm hired next." she says.

"What if...what if I wanted you to stay?" he wonders.

Olivia was not expecting that question. She figured he'd be ready to get rid of his "babysitter" and the two of them weren't exactly close. Tonight being the only time they've really had a personal conversation. Would he really still want her around if he ended up discovering the truth.

"Well...I guess that it would just depend." she finally answered.

"On what?" Tony asked in curiosity.

"How much sleep we get." she tells him.

"Right, right. Well, fair enough. I'll let you go then." He says.

"I already told you, sir. I'm not sleeping until you do." she reminds him.

"Okay. Well...I have an idea then." he tells her.

He gets up from the couch and since he was still holding Olivia's hand, the young girl stood up as well.

"Go upstairs and grab all the blankets and pillows that in the linen closet near the living room, JARVIS will show you where it is." he tells her.

Olivia was confused by the task but, did it nonetheless once Tony had released her hand. She pulled her sleeve back down before leaving the workshop and headed upstairs.

"JARVIS?" she called once she was upstairs.

There came the sound of a lock clicking before a door swung open not five feet from where she stood. She approached the closet that had been opened for her and grabbed blankets and a couple pillows before closing the door and returned to the workshop.

Upon reentering, she takes note of the couch cushions that had been removed from the couch and set up in a certain way in front of the t.v. Tony turned to her and took the blankets out of her arms and continued setting up.

"What's this?" she wonders.

"It's a fort." he answers.

"Why did you make a fort?" she asks.

"Because it's fun. Haven't you ever slept in a fort before?" he asks.

Olivia shook her head and Tony gasped.

"What?! Every kid sleeps in a fort at least once in their life."

She shrugs, "Well, I never did."

"Then it's a good thing I'm changing that. Now get in." he tells her.

Olivia stared at Tony for a few minutes before she got down and crawled into the fort, Tony crawled in behind her. The two of them got situated and faced the tv on the wall. Tony changed the channel to some cartoon that was playing late at night. The two of them watched t.v on their stomach's for some time until, sleep called for the both of them. Olivia attempted to stay awake, not wanting to fall asleep and Tony noticed.

"Hey, it's okay. You're safe here, you're not there. Rest, you need it." he tells her.

"Tony, I'm fine." she dismisses.

He rolls his eyes at her statement before tugging the pillow she had been holding to her chest out of her arms and guided her to lay down. He pulled a blanket up over her before settling down beside her. JARVIS automatically lowered the volume of the t.v as the two got situated to fall asleep.

"Mr. Stark...I'm not sure if-"

"Relax Coulson, we're just going to sleep. Nothing more, besides you're a bit too young for me anyways." he reassures her.

Olivia nodded tiredly before settling her head against the pillow below her. Tony lays down beside her and tugged her into his chest. She ended up face to face with the arc reactor in his chest, the device glowing dimly beneath his shirt. The white noise the t.v provided and the soft thud of Tony's heart beating lulled the young girl to sleep, her fingers clutching onto his shirt. Tony looked down at her, taking in her sleeping form before he too drifted off to sleep. JARVIS turned off the remaining lights but, left the t.v on.

(Next Time On...)

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andydrysdalerogers · 10 months

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He’s A Yankee Doodle Sweetheart, But She’s His Yankee Doodle Girl

A Following Team Orders One Shot

Song: Best Day of My Life by American Authors

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: It's Steve's birthday and he doesn't want to celebrate. He just wants a day with his girls. But he should know, always expect the unexpected, especially on your birthday!

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff; SMUT; mentions of traumatic delivery

Mood boards by me but dividers by @firefly-graphics

AN: A surprise one shot to celebrate Steve's birthday. To the people in the States, Happy Independence Day! To everyone else, Happy Tuesday :)

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Steve Rogers doesn’t like his birthday.

Never has.

Never will.

Sure, it lands on the 4th of July and there are fireworks and food, but it’s always about the holiday and not his birthday. So why bother?

He hasn’t been home on his birthday for a few years now anyway, a race is always scheduled during that time. His mother makes an effort to make it out for said race and Olivia has tried to make it special in the seven years they have been together. But he hates that its always overshadowed. So, this year, he asked if they could just not. His mother is staying the states this year and he, Olivia and his girls take a couple of days in Austria.

The night before, his wife lays next to him and they cuddle, exhausted after running after their three-year-old twins. God, he loves his girls, but Davina and Matilda are mini Olivias and well, the world is not ready for them.

As he drifts off to sleep, he dreams of the day when his girls are older and ready to be put into race cars. Liv had retired when they were born, wanting to raise them and allow him to pursue his third championship. They traveled with him now, at least until school starts. Then they would be based in California. They never talked about having another, Liv saying that what they had was perfect. Steve always dreamt of having a son to carry on the Rogers/Williams legacy. But he wouldn’t voice that to Liv. Her pregnancy with Davy and Mattie was difficult at the best of time and at the worst, he almost lost all three. No, he wouldn’t let that dream out. His girls were enough.

His dream morph in the middle of the night into something more pleasurable. Dreaming of his sexy baby momma, riding him hard, soaking him to the bone. He moans in his sleep, fuck it felt so real. She slipped off of him and slide down, taking him in her mouth. She sucked her arousal off of him. Fuck, Livie, baby, such a dirty girl, he moaned. My good girl. He reached for his cock to pump it in his sleep when he felt a tangle of hair bobbing on his rock hard dick. He opened his eyes to see his beautiful wife staring at him as she swallowed him whole.

She popped off as she continues to pump the base of his cock. “Happy birthday Stevie.” She went right back on him as he tangled his fingers in her hair.

“Fuck, Livie, that mouth is so warm, so good,” he praised her like he knew she would like and she moaned, the vibration radiating down over his cock. “Shit, baby, c’mere.” He pulled her off of him and pulled her on top, kissing her hard. He flipped them so he was on top. “You are a naughty one, Bug.”

“Only for you,” she replied with a smirk.

“Fucking love you, Livie.” He kissed her as he spread her legs and slid right into her soaked heat. “Favorite place in the world,” he moaned as he thrusted gently.

Liv sank her nails into his bacl. “More, Stevie, fuck me more,” she moaned.

Steve smiled as he pinned her hands by her head and thrusted harder and deeper into her. “I love you baby so much.”

“I love you. Stevie, shit, gonna come.”

“I’ve got you Liv. Go on, baby. Give it to me.”

Liv arched her back as her legs shook and her release washed over her. Watching Olivia cum was the most beautiful thing Steve had ever seen and always caused him to follow right behind her. He grabbed under her ass to lift her slightly as he chased his end and cummed harder than he imagined.

Their bedroom was silent, bar the heavy breathing as they came down from their highs.

“So, good start to your birthday?”

Steve laughed hard as he held his wife and kissed her head. “The best.”

As Steve stirred his coffee, he smiled as he heard the soft sounds of his girls waking up with Liv. He loved his girls, truly, but they were sassy as fuck. Luckily, he did have his nephew, Simon, Bucky and Natasha’s boy, to get his “son” energy out. A pitter of feet hit the staircase at their vacation home and the girls bounced into the room.

“Happy Birthday Papa!”

“Thank you, my Angels.” He kneeled down to receive their hugs. He pulled back to study his girls. Davy took after him, blonde curls, and his nose. Mattie took after her mother with her dark curls but both girls had his ocean blues.

“Papa, we go for a swim?” Davy asked.

“Gonna make me a picnic?”

“Momma says we will,” Mattie offers. “Pwease papa?”

“Its sounds like a perfect day Angels. But let’s have some breakfast before we get ready, ok?”

The girls scramble to their safety steps to help make breakfast with Steve. He put their bowls out and the fruit they would use. He loved teaching his girls healthy habits in the guise of helping papa with meals. Once he had them settled in their booster with their breakfast, he scrambled some eggs and bacon for himself and Liv.

“Baby, it’s your birthday. I wouldn’t have done it,” Liv says as she comes in, typing her hair up.

“It’s just another day, Bug.” Steve smiled. “Buck, Nat, Frank, Sam and Tony are stopping by later for a drink but otherwise is, this is all I ever wanted for a normal, non-celebration day.”

After jumping and splashing all day with his daughters, Steve relaxed into the daybed chair, his daughters asleep for their nap. Liv came over, beer in her hands for him, a soda for her. “Hey baby.”

“Hi love.” He took one of the beers and clinked with her glass. “It’s so calm here.”

“It is.” She took a slip and laid her head on his chest. She sighed, the sound coming out a little despondent.

Steve frowned as he lowered his sunglasses. “Livie, baby, what’s wrong?”

“Been thinking about stuff.”

“What stuff, honey?”

“Just future stuff. Wondering what you would think.”

“About what?”

“Just,” she sighed again. “Maybe I just miss the girls being babies is all. They are going to be four this year and we have to start thinking about school and stuff…”

Steve smiled softly. “And you miss your babies.”

“And I miss my babies.” She went quiet for a moment. “We never talked about whether we wanted another after…”

“After you and the girls almost died,” he said softly. “Baby, I didn’t want to bring it up because you were so scared after. The post-partum was so bad, and I was just scared that you would spiral again if I brought it up.” He pulled her all the way onto his lap. “Do you?” He swallowed. “Do you want another?”

She looked up at him and gave a small nod. “I mean, if you want.”

“Honey, it’s your body.”

Liv looked at him pensively. “I think I do.”

“I loved seeing you pregnant, and experiencing all the changes, feeling the girls kick,” Steve said with a smile. “So, let’s try for one more.”

She snorted. “One more. You and your super sperm gave me two.”

He smirked. “What can I say? I’m an overachiever.” They laughed and Steve hugged Olivia closer to him.

Maybe this was his chance.

As Liv went to get the girls ready for their guests, Steve was picking up from the art project the girls decided they wanted to make for their aunt and uncles. He loved that his girls got his art skills. The doorbell rang and he went to let his friends in.

“Hey punk, happy birthday!” Bucky reach for his best friend to give him a one arm hug as Simon was in his arms.

“Thanks, jerk. Hey, my little man, how are you?” He took the 18-month-old from his father’s arms and tossed him in the air. It made him excited that he would get to do that with his own little one again in the near future.

“Hey guys,” he greeted as Nat, Sam, Tony and Frank came in. “Liv and the girls will be down in just a few minutes. We had an incident with some finger paints.” He pointed to the art on the table. “There is one for each of you.”

“I’ll take the pink one,” Nat said. “I know they thought of me when they made it.”

“How do you know they weren’t thinking of me?” Frank asked.

As the friends began to bicker, Tony handed a bag to Steve. “Here you go.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” Steve looked at the bag with a sigh.

“It’s your birthday, you get a gift. Them the rules, Rogers.”

“Thanks Tony. No Pepper?”

“She had to head back to the London office early. Something about an Ultron program going haywire,” Tony waived his arm like it wasn’t important. “Anyway, open it.”

Steve opened the bag to see a 25-year-old scotch. “Tony, wow.”

“Figured you might need it with the mini Olivias around.”

“I heard that Shell-head,” Liv said, holding her daughters’ hands as they walked down the stairs. All the girls squealed as their company was scattered around the room. They greeted everyone as they sat to chat and have a couple of drinks.

Mattie grew restless with her sweater. “Momma, can I take this off now?”

Liv bit her lip. “I guess so, baby. Have papa help you.”

“C’mere, munchkin one,” he said as he picked up his daughter and sat her on his knee. “Let’s get this off.” He pulled it off and saw a pink shirt with writing. He pulled it taut and read, ’Rogers #1’

“This is cute,” Steve said. “C’mere Davy, let me get yours off too.” He pulled the sweater off and straightened her own ‘Rogers #2’ shirt. “Very cute Bug.”

“I thought you might like them.” Liv blushed. “I know you said no presents, but I got you something.”

“Bug,” he sighed, “you promised.”

“I know but I think you’re gonna like this one.” She handed him a small blue bag. He took it warily and gave a tight smile. His friends all looked, well kinda smug. He shook it off and opened the bag. Inside was a bracelet box and a blue shirt. He opened the box and froze.

“Livie,” he swallowed, “baby…”

“So, remember in Montreal I wasn’t feeling great,” she started. “Turns out, I’m pregnant.” She chewed on her lip as she waited for Steve’s mind to catch up with his eyes. Eyes that are fixated on the positive pregnancy test in his hands.

“We’re having a baby?”

“We’re having a baby.”

Steve pulled his wife into his arms. “We’re having a baby!” He kissed her hard as the group wolf whistled and yelled out their congratulations.

“You didn’t see the other thing in the bag,” Liv said.

“Don’t much care,” as Steve continues to hold his wife. “A baby. I can’t believe it.”

“But Stevie, you gotta look,” she insisted. Steve rolled his eyes and pulled the blue cloth from the bag. Its smaller than he expected but he shakes it open.

Rogers #3, Like Father, Like Son

“A b- a boy?”

“They did genetic testing, everything is fine,” she reassured him, “but they were able to tell me the gender. Now we have our boy. I know it’s what you wanted.”

“How did you know?”

“I see the way you are with Simon. You’re a brilliant girl dad, Stevie but I know you wanted a boy as well. And now we have both,” she said with a loving smile.

“How far along are you?”

“Eleven weeks. Been dying to tell you but with our schedule and flying and the girls I just didn’t have the chance. Are you mad?”

“Mad? No Bug, I’m not mad.” He kissed her softly. He looked back at his friends who were standing to start hugging. “They all knew?”

“Well, someone, Tony, heard me talking to Mom and your Ma and couldn’t keep his mouth shut. So we set this up because it’s your birthday and…”

He stopped her with a hug. “This has been the best birthday ever.”

“Really?”

“Really. Thank you Livie.”

“Happy birthday daddy.” She pat her stomach as his girls came to hug him around his legs. “We love you.”

Everyone here at the FIA are sending their heartfelt congratulations to Red Bull Racing and their driver Steve Rogers. The team announced that Steve’s wife, former champion Olivia Rogers, has given birth to a healthy baby boy, Christopher James. Team principle, Andy Barber confirmed that mother and son are doing well, and that older siblings Davina and Matilda are excited to have their brother join the family. Rogers is set to return to defend his third world championship in March in Bahrain. We wish the Rogers family all the best!