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max verstappen 🦁

Max verstappen. Everyone knew his as just an angry Dutch-men, but I knew him differently.
Me and Max have been together for almost a year now, and a few months into our relationship we had welcomed our daughter Alice. It was extremely challenging at first as Max was always travelling and I was often left alone with Alice until she could travel, Alice wasn't planned, she came from a one-night stand but she was loved.
It was hard at first but as soon as she could travel safely we where on the next flight to see max in Barcelona.

As we where on the plane Max had instantly fallen asleep, but I knew he was tired so I held on to Alice for the flight. It was only a short flight anyway so I didn't mind.

My mind was wondering as the flight was about to land. I panicked. What if people didn't like me? Or they didn't like Alice? What was I going to do then, max had woken up by now but I hadn't noticed. He could sense the slight panic in my face.
"Hey babe what's wrong?" He asked as he slowly approached me.
"Nothing I'm fine, why?" I ask, I couldn't tell him I didn't want to stress him out with this. It wouldn't be fair he needs to focus on the race.
"Don't lie to me love I know something is wrong, I can see it on your face" well he caught me.
"Look max, I love you but I am scared about what people will say about Alice, you know your young and have a daughter who wasn't even planned. People are going to say that I ruined your career."My eyes started to well up, damn it,stop carrying for goodness sake.

Max reaches out to cup the side of my face.
"Hey babe babe, listen to me... I don't care what people say. I love you! And that's all that matters, I don't care what people say. I know it sounds so cheesy but I do truly mean it, fuck what the day about Alice, she my daughter and at the end of the day, even if she wasn't planned she is loved and that's all that matters! So please stop worrying darling" okay maybe I was being stupid and overreacting, but I just can't help it, being in the spotlight means that everyone has opinions on you.

"I love u, now come on we have a hotel to get to my love".