Secrets with Wolff - Max Verstappen

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I quickly packed my suitcases. I was already not looking forward to this but I was doing this for Max.

I quickly grabbed my phone and keys and opened the door. My heart stopped. I was looking at Max, he was standing in front of me. I couldn't believe my eyes.
"You're not running again are you? I just found you again" I dropped my stuff and put my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek softly.
"But how?" We were still holding each other's hands as I looked up at him. "You didn't make it easy but obviously you would go to the place were you felt happy. And last year we were the happiest in this place" he looked at me. He was right. I was hiding in the house we rented in Spain during the summer break.
"But your race?" he shrugged his shoulders.
"I told Christian I was sick, I needed to see you, I needed to know you were fine" God this man really is the love of my life.
"I am fine, but you need to go back, you need to win races and win your second championship. Why are you not winning?"
He looked at our hands and intertwined our fingers.
"How could I win my second championship when the love of my life isn't there?" Tears started falling down my face. He literally waited to win because I wasn't there. He wanted me to be there.

"Come inside" I pulled him inside and threw my stuff to the side. He followed me laughing and put his hands on my cheeks while pushing me against the door. "I've missed you so much" he brushed his lips against mine and kissed me passionately.
No one could kiss me like him.
He put my hair behind my ear as we looked at each other.
He put his hands under my shirt but stopped at my belly and looked at me. "How is this one doing?" I looked at him and put my hands on his. "Good, very good" I could see how happy he was to hear that. I've missed his smile, I've missed his eyes, I've missed everything about him.

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We were laying next to each other on the grass. We were looking at the stars and telling each other stories about what happened the past months.
He told me about the times Christian got mad at him for not pushing his throttle all the way, they could actually see that on their statistics.
I grabbed his hand and intertwined our fingers.
"Promise me you'll fight for the championship again?" He turned his face to me and nodded. "If you promise you'll be there every race" I nodded. I wanted to be there,
I wanted to cheer him on and celebrate when he won. "Pinky promise?" He held his hand out and I started laughing. It was something we did a few times last year. "Pinky promise" I intertwined our fingers.

Just as last year, I didn't want to go back to reality.
I wanted to stay here, with Max, laying in his arms and listening to his stories.
I knew we had to go back, but this time we were gonna go back together. With no lies.
We were gonna show everyone that we were unbreakable and he was gonna show everyone who the real champion was.