A HIT NEW BOMBSHELL ENTERS THE F1 WORLD
Celia Winter, the first woman to ever win a Grand Prix and the woman that almost (by 9 points) won the world championships her second year
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Max and Lando had just walked through the door of Max and Celia's house after Daniel's retirement party, still deep in conversation about the upcoming F1 season. They had spent most of the walk debating strategies, completely forgetting about the time. Lando had only just realized how far they'd walked.
"Wait... why did I walk back with you?" Lando asked, shaking his head with a grin. "My place is in the opposite direction."
Max chuckled. "We were too busy talking about next season. You can grab a cab back or sleep over."
Lando was about to reply when they heard a noise from upstairs — a faint groan. Max's laughter stopped immediately. His eyes widened, and he shot up the stairs without another word. Lando followed close behind.
They found Celia sitting on the edge of the bed, her face pale, one hand clutching her belly. She looked up at them, her expression full of discomfort. "Max... I don't feel right."
Max's heart skipped a beat. She was only 36 weeks along, and her scheduled C-section wasn't for another two weeks. He dropped to his knees beside her, taking her hand. "What's wrong? Is it the baby?"
"I think so," she murmured, her voice trembling. "I've been feeling strange for the last hour... I didn't want to panic, but I think something's happening."
Max felt his pulse quicken, but he tried to stay calm. He turned to Lando, his voice urgent. "Lando, get her hospital bag from the nursery, quickly."
Lando scrambled to find the bag, grabbing it and rushing back to Max's side. "I've got it. Let's go."
Max helped Celia to her feet, and the three of them quickly made their way to the car. The drive to the hospital was tense, every second dragging out as Max kept checking on Celia, who was breathing through the pain.
Once they arrived at the hospital, the nurses immediately took Celia to a room and hooked her up to monitors. Max stood beside her, holding her hand, while Lando hung back, looking concerned.
A doctor entered the room, his expression serious. "Mr Verstappen, we need to perform the C-section now. The baby's heart rate is dipping, and we can't wait."
Max felt his stomach drop. "Now?" he whispered, looking down at Celia, who was already grimacing through another wave of discomfort.
The doctor nodded. "It's the safest option. We need to act quickly."
Max's mind raced, panic building in his chest. He leaned down to kiss Celia's forehead. "I'm here, okay? I'm not going anywhere."
He turned to Lando, who was pacing nervously by the door. "Lando, call my mom. Call Celia's dad. They need to fly in as soon as possible."
Lando nodded, already pulling out his phone as Max was ushered out of the room while they prepared Celia for surgery. His heart was pounding, the fear of the unknown settling in. This wasn't how things were supposed to happen. It was too early.
