Off the Track Series Book 3
An unexpected twist of fate finds Charlotte spending a late night turned early morning with Max Verstappen. The only catch - He doesn't even touch her, but they do touch each others hearts. After a lifetime of getting it...
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For the second I wake up my heartbeat has been trying to escape my throat for the nerves about tomorrow. About being a mother, a family so soon. Max has given me every indication to believe that it will go well but... that two percent odd otherwise is fucking haunting me.
I hadn't known it was possible to want something so much and to fear it in equal measure before.
One good thing about my morning sickness making me vomit constantly is that it keeps Max from wondering how I could possible not have a hangover. I have worse than a hangover, I have the toilet it my new bff type of morning sickness.
Come noon, I've managed a ginger ale and a bagel so feeling a hundred times better than how I started the day when we leave for the championship party this afternoon. Unlike last night today will be filled with hundred of people including the entire red bull staff, trophies and at minimum of three speeches one of which has to come from the man next to me.
Not that I've seen him prep a damn thing so I guess he'll just wing it as he goes.
That's so Max like it brings a small smile to my face just in time for us to stumble upon the press. Why is it that they are always at the front of an event instead of the ending? I'll never get it. Scooting to the left I stand by the wayside so Max can get the full spotlight he so well deserves.
He's not usually one happy to do press, so tonight is a rare edition for them. His last interview ends with a question about what's next for him with his contract being negotiated over the holiday. Somethings been holding him back from signing just yet, not sure what yet.
"So, what's really next?" I ask interviewing the sparkling blue eyes boy at my side as we break for the booth most of our friends are currently crowding. The boys always celebrate one another privately, week in and week out but the world championship, constructors and last race of the season culminated in every driver accepting Red Bulls invite today.
The care behind that isn't lost on Max.
"Le Mans." When he nods I can see the determination deep behind his eyes.
"Le Mans?" I'm a little more than surprised, he's never mentioned that once to me before. Press, and his father sure, but never outside the track. Meanwhile the man is obsessed with formula one so much that if I ever go a day without hearing about car design for the rest of my life, it would be shock to the system.
"Three championships, and then Le Mans. That's what the plans been since I was a boy." He replies.
It makes sense to keep racing sure, but is that what he really wants? At this point I've come to know him so well I know this face he wears well. It means he's uncertain, despite the smile on his face. "Max?" I ask for his eye contact, toying with our fingers until it's granted it. Just like always my heart starts to beat a little bit harder "If you could do absolutely anything next, what would it be?"
