LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

SEVENTY FOUR

SEVENTY FOUR

"Happy tenth friendversary."

Larissa Cohen burst in to laughter as she looked down at her double espresso, wrinkles forming around her eyes which were covered with a pair of dark sunglasses, which had previously belonged to her father.

"I'm surprised that you remembered." Larissa spoke as she shook her head from side to side, a slight tone of disbelief evident in her voice.

The Brazilian leant her head back as a pair of hands began to massage her toned and muscled shoulders, before a pair of lips pressed down on to the top of her head.

"How could I forget that small child running up to me to congratulate me for winning the championship?"

Jenson Button grinned as he stood behind his young friend, squeezing her shoulders with his large hands before he wrapped his arms around her small frame, pulling her up from her seat and to her feet.

"And ten years later, that very same kid won her own championship." Larissa grinned as she leapt in to his arms, allowing the man to throw her over his shoulder.

The Button man spun himself around as he held the young woman over his shoulder, laughing hysterically as he could hear her happy squeals, screams and cheers.

Her happiness always warmed his heart.

Ever since she had barrelled in to his life, she had filled it with happiness, laughter and love.

His children loved their godmother so much, since she was always great with them, showing them around her garage and buying them whatever gifts they wanted.

"Just letting you know, Mansell, Prost, Piquet, Häkkinen, Hill and Stewart have all asked for invites to your party, what would you like to do?"

"Invite all of them except Piquet." Larissa spoke as she hung casually from the British man's shoulder. "One, he hates me and two, he hates Lew and nobody hates my brother."

"You don't want any Brazilians there?"

"No, I don't want any racists there. Barrichello is coming, so is Felipe and Drugo and the last time that I checked my messages, Enzo and his grandfather were coming. I think I can cope without the Piquet's. I'm not exactly going to cry because he's not there."

Larissa rolled the dark of her eyes, though she released a short scream as Jenson suddenly let go of her legs, allowing her body to fall even more over his shoulder until her face was barely above the ground.

"Be nice!" Jenson scolded, though he was still try to stop himself from laughing.

"I was being nice! I could have said filho de trinta putas!"

"Now what the hell does that mean?" Jenson laughed, since he could tell by her mischievous grin that it was not nice.

"Ask Mick."

"No I'm asking you."

"Ask Nando."

"Again, I'm asking you."

"Ask Kimi."

"Nope."

"Ask Sebby."

"Not happening."

"Ask Michael."

Jenson just shook his head as he heard her cackling, figuring that he would not find out from her, giving up on the matter as she started to evil laugh, the sound being familiar.

"You're still as much as a troublemaker as you were when I first met you, aren't you, little firecracker?" The Button man lowered the girl to the ground so that he could tickle her.