"One two buckle my shoe, three four out the door!" A blonde woman sang to her young daughter.
"Who's ready to see her dada? You are! Yes you are!" The child squealed in response.
"Mommy I can't find my shoes."
"Oh dear come on, we don't want to be late. The pilots already got the engine running." The older woman sighed, grabbing her child's hand and leading them towards their room.
The shrill ring of a phone made Zara halt her actions.
"It's probably your dad. Let me see what's the issue now." She said to her daughter with a roll of her eyes.
"Hello."
"Hey Zara. I was just checking if you guys had left yet. And also, just double checking what time do I need to be there to supervise the moving team." Victoria Verstappen spoke as she checked on her own children who were down for their afternoon nap. The mother of two loved her children but she was more than happy to put them down for their naps and have an hour to herself.
"Not yet. Jack can't find his shoes so Susie's helping him out and then we'll be on our way, that's if traffic is good. We still need to catch the helicopter to the airport so your brother is probably going to be mad at how late we are. And if you can be here at 11 tomorrow morning that would be great. " The singer responded as she handed her assistant the rest of the bags.
Since the release of her latest album Zara had been bombarded with work and commitments. Balancing this with almost weekly therapy sessions was difficult. And she'd been forced to hire a second assistant who mostly acted as a nanny for her daughter. Sophie of course would help when she could but with Victoria having her second child, she had to be there for her. The now mother of two had initially struggled with having two children under the age of two but with her mom and fiancé's support she'd adjusted.
"Oh dear. Prepare for the Hurricane Max Emilian. Don't worry he's just anxious about the award ceremony."
"I don't know why though. He's already won the championship, there is nothing left to do but take the damm trophy. I think he's just irritated that he hasn't seen Emi in a while." The singer complained as she looked at her daughter.
The little girl had grown significantly, she was the typical "pandemic baby", already walking but only with the support of a wall or a guiding hand, she was already showing signs of not wanting to be breast fed and often wanted her milk in a bottle as it allowed her to wander around the apartment while drinking. And she'd proven to be very vocal, giving her parents the hope that she'd say her first word before the new year.
"Well boohoo. Anyway let me know when you've landed and take a shot for me."
"I will. Bye." As she hung up, her stepmom and brother walked both ready to go.
"Come on children. Paris waits for no one." The Wolff siblings rolled their eyes at Susie's dramatics.
𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲
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