Formula 1 One Shots

Max Verstappen - Oh Baby

Y/N's P.O.V.

I woke up for the third morning in a row sick, and every morning Max has gotten up with me to make sure I'm okay. At first I thought I had gotten food poisoning, but then I was sick two other mornings. That third morning was when it dawned on me. Holy shit, I might be pregnant.

I was internally freaking out. Max and I had always been so careful. We're both still so young and a baby is the last thing we both need right now. Max ran me a hot shower and joined me. He washed my hair for me, making sure to massage my scalp.

When we got out he dried me off and grabbed me a comfy outfit. I laid back in bed with Max, and I had to tell him my suspicions. "Max, I think I'm pregnant." I blurted out.

I felt him stiffen beside me. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Max I haven't had my period since after Abu Dhabi, and now I've been sick three mornings in a row. I just think we should do a test to be sure," I told him, anxiety crawling up my neck.

His reaction made me worry that if I was pregnant he would leave me. I couldn't imagine having to raise a baby by myself. If I have a baby I want it to be with someone who will still be here for me and for my child.

"I will go buy you a test and then we can know okay Y/N?"

I nodded my head at Max as he got up and left. He would maybe only be gone for fifteen minutes, but it would feel like forever. Maybe it would have been better to just find out by myself and just tell him after, but I knew in my heart that Max would want to know right away.

I just hoped that no matter what the test says everything with Max and I would be okay.

Max's P.O.V.

Y/N might be pregnant. I let out a deep sigh as I walked into the pharmacy to grab her what she needed. I felt giddy, like a little kid waiting for Santa to come on Christmas. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I knew we could make it work. There was never going to be a right time to have a baby, and I think planning to have one puts a lot of pressure where there doesn't need to be.

I paid and then made my way to a different store. I took my time, weighing out all of my options before I made my decision. I walked home with an extra pep in my step, I was so excited I could hardly contain myself.

I got home and found Y/N in our room curled up in bed. "Here love, I'll wait out here okay?"

She nodded and went to the washroom. She came back out and laid the pregnancy test on our nightstand so we couldn't see the lines. I grabbed her hand and she leaned her head on my shoulders.

I hope she knows that no matter what I'll always be here.

Y/N's P.O.V. 

The timer on my phone went off. My heart was in my throat as I grabbed the test off of the nightstand.  I swear I almost fainted right then and there when I saw two pink lines. I was pregnant, at twenty two years old.

The panic settled in as my mind raced. I'm still in university, how am I going to raise a baby? Max is busy traveling, he doesn't have time for a baby either. So there I was, sitting on our bed crying because I didn't know what to do.

Max gave me a massive hug. "Y/N! We're having a baby!" he said excitedly. "I love you so much."

"You're not mad?" I asked.

"Y/N, why would I ever be mad about that? You're giving me the best thing I ever could have asked for."

More tears spilled out onto my cheeks as I hugged Max tighter. He's not mad. Everything felt like it was going to be okay. "How are we going to do this? I'm still in school, and you race for most of the year."

"We will figure everything out. Don't stress my love, stress isn't good for the baby. Oh my gosh we're having a baby!" Max was so excited, it warmed my heart.

"I love you so much Max. You're going to make an amazing dad."

Max turned to face me, and he had tears in his eyes. He grabbed my hands. "Y/N, I know we've only been together for a couple years, but now we have a baby on the way. I couldn't be more excited to start this next chapter with you," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. "With that being said, I want to go into this next chapter with you as my fiancée, and eventually my wife," he opened the box to show a beautiful yellow gold solitaire engagement ring. "Will you marry me Y/N?"

The tears were flowing even harder. All of the doubt I originally had evaporated. "Yes! Yes I will marry you!" He slipped the ring on my finger and pulled me in for a kiss.

"Ik houd van je, Y/N."

"I love you too, Max."