F1 Reader Inserts

F.I.N.E || MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x teacher!reader
Summary: When your student gets injured and you can't get hold of her parents you try call an old contact number hoping he can help.
Warnings: slight angst, fluff
WC: 3.4K

Max frowned at the unfamiliar number calling him. If it wasn't for the fact it was a local number he would have ignored it but since few people had his personal number he decided to answer it. Immediately he was hit with the sound of high pitch cries and a soothing voice softly singing a lullaby that eased the knot of anxiety that had formed in an instant.

"Hello, is this Max?" you asked when you realised the dual tone had stopped and the call had been answered. You shifted the child carefully on your lap and grabbed the old enrolment form to see the name again. "Max Verstappen?"

"Maxy?" the girl in your arms echoed with confusion.

"Yes, who is this?"

"Miss Y/L/N, I'm one of Penelope's teachers. There's been an incident and I found your number under her emergency contact list."

"Oh no, sorry, there must be a mistake. You should call her mother or father. I'm not, we're not, um, I shouldn't be on that list anymore."

You cringed as another piercing cry deafened your ear and you rubbed the little girl's back. "It hurts," she whimpered.

"I know, sweetheart, someone will be here to get you shortly," you replied softly and you hoped it was the truth. "Look, Max, I've tried every other contact number and no one is answering. Is there any way you could come down here? At least until I can get in touch with someone else."

Max pinched the bridge of his nose but when he heard P's shuddering cry he knew he had to go. "Okay, I'll be there shortly."

Max didn't care if he got a parking ticket, he took the loading space right outside the preschool building. He likely would have gotten a speeding ticket too in his rush to cross the city but thankfully there weren't any police in his path.

"Maxy!"

Penelope wriggled in your arms as she spotted the stranger walking into the classroom. His eyes immediately found her and he crossed the space to where you sat holding her.

"Hey, P," he greeted with a smile and knelt down at your height. "What's happened, bug?"

Her little eyes welled up again as she lifted her bandaged wrist. "I fell off the playground."

"I don't think anything is broken but I would suggest having her doctor check to be sure."

"I don't know who her doctor is. I don't even know what I'm doing here."

"You're contact details were-"

"Those must have been from when she started. Her mother and I haven't been together for a while."

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry to put this on you. I swear I tried every other phone number we have."

Max nodded and his sigh sounded exhausted as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "I just need to make a call. I'll be back in a minute, bug."

Max walked along the room, looking over the children's artwork as he pressed his phone to his ear and waited. Eventually the call went to voicemail and his spine straightened tensely. "Kel, I've picked up P from daycare and I'm taking her to the hospital. Call me when you get this."

You could see the man was stressed when he returned and his short hair pointed in all directions from the hand he kept nervously running through it. It was cute.

"Daniil is in Italy this week for work," Max said as he returned to your side and picked up Penelope's Prada backpack before opening his arms. "I'll keep trying to get a hold of Kelly. Come on, bug."