LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

FORTY FIVE

FORTY FIVE

"Papa! Look at my trophy! Look at it, Papa!"

Six year old Larissa Cohen beamed as she jumped up and down with a first place trophy in her hand.

Luiz Cohen grinned in excitement for his little girl and scooped her up in to his arms as she barrelled in to him, enciting loud laughter to leave the throats of his best friend's who had come to support their girl.

"How's our little champion doing?"

Kimi Raikonnen gave the girl a soft smile as he began to tickle the child and her stomach, finding that his smile had started to grow as the child released happy screams.

"Uncle Sebby! Hold my trophy!" Larissa pushed her trophy in to the face of the young German, seeing him accept it with a glint in the blue of his eye.

"Have I won?" Sebastian Vettel gasped as he took a hold of the trophy from the little girl that he loved, finding her clambering out of her father's grasp.

"No but have my trophy! You can't win one anyway so it's the closest you'll get to it." Larissa grinned as she clung to the leg of the young German driver.

"Luiz, have you been teaching her the insults that you have for us?" Fernando Alonso laughed as his head shook from side to side.

"No, she has learnt them all by herself, haven't you chuchuzinho?" Luiz ruffled the dark hair of his daughter, causing her to lift her head up to stare up at him.

"Uncle Nando looks like Webber when he cries and that's a fact!" Larissa grinned mischievously, seeing the Spanish man gasp in surprise.

"You are a menace, little one." Fernando smirked at the child, seeing her smirk back at him with a devilish look in her eye.

"And you are a very small man." Larissa giggled as she ran to another one of her uncles, as she saw him approaching.

"Mausi, how are not screaming about your win?" Michael Schumacher questioned as he carried the young girl in his arms in a princess carry.

"Because I don't want to upset Uncle Sebby since he doesn't have a win and he won't know what it feels like." Larissa stuck her tongue out at her uncle Sebastian, causing the young man to return the gesture instantly.

"Is that why he's holding your trophy?" Michael chuckled at the little girl, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

"Yeah because he doesn't have any so he needs to hold one and know how it feels so he doesn't cry!"

The group of men couldn't hide their smiles at the young girl who was basically the carbon copy of her father, and it made their hearts ache, wanting to burst from just how much they all loved the little girl that they all called their own.

"Alexander Hamilton!"

Larissa screamed loudly, breaking the men out of their thoughts instantly as she reached her arms out to grab the Hamilton man.

Lewis Hamilton beamed in happiness as the young man grabbed the child who was reaching out for him, and pulled her in to his grasp so that she had her legs around his waist.

"Hey there, future world champion." Lewis winked at the girl, seeing her brightly smiling at him, before she buried her face in to his neck.

"Papa, can Alexander Hamilton come to the family dinner tonight?" Larissa questioned, since the family always had a family dinner together, with all of her uncles with them.