Secrets with Wolff - Max Verstappen

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"It's positive" she pushed the tests to me and I looked at them. I closed my eyes sighing. I was in deep trouble.
No one was ready for a Verstappen-Wolff baby.
I wasn't ready for it at all. "Fuck, what now?"
I looked at Charlotte who came over to hug me.
"First of all, you need to tell Max. Where is he though?" I saw her looking around. Obviously I wouldn't do this when he was around. "Milton Keynes. He's coming back tonight" I could cry but I wasn't going to. I needed to be strong.
"Then you need to tell him tonight. You have to tell him to tonight Rylee" she knew I had a tendency to keep things from Max.

We both spend the day together, watching Netflix and talking. "Do you wanna keep it?" Charlotte looked at me. I didn't know. I knew Max would be a great dad, he would be caring, funny but most of all he would be protective as fuck. But we were both so young and we were traveling all the time.

"Yes, I think I do" she nodded. I guess she would do the same but Charles and her were actually together for a long time. "Then you obviously have to tell him that" I put my hands on my belly. I couldn't believe there was actually a little person growing inside of me. 

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A couple of hours have passed and I was sitting on the couch. I was so nervous. How was he gonna react? Was he gonna be happy? No, he probably wasn't going to be happy. He had no time for this, he wanted to win his second championship.
I just wanted to get drunk but obviously I couldn't.

Max walked in, putting his stuff down and looked at me smiling. "I love coming home like this" he smiled but his smile dropped when he saw the look on my face. "What's wrong?" He walked over to me and sat down next to me. I just broke down, he was so perfect and I was scared he would leave me. He pulled me in his arms while I was crying against his chest. "What happened Rylee?" He was stroking my hair softly. "I am pregnant"
I mumbled those words, hoping he wouldn't hear it but I guess he did because he stopped stroking my hair. He didn't say a thing. I guess he was processing the bomb I just dropped.
I looked up at him, he was just staring in front of him. That meant he was stressed, a thing I recognized from last year when he was fighting for the championship.
"Please Max, say something" he just looked at me, not saying anything.