Dutch Cheek Kisses || Max Verstappen

~~ P R E P E R A T I O N ~~

It was the next day, and both you and Marilyn were at home, you having just figured out that your family was in fact going to a Formula One race with Paddock Club passes for Red Bull.

'Family' included you and Marilyn, tragically.

Red Bull wasn't a bad team, but listening to the Dutch anthem was quite annoying when it was played on repeat for years and years on end.

Sergio Pérez really needed to win just to get rid of the Dutch anthem for even a little while.

You leaned back as you watched Mari clap a little at herself, throwing several things onto the ground as you laid out several articles of clothing.

Due to your families 'amazing' timing, you currently had literally one day to mentally prepare yourself at the moment.

Of course, you needed to pick an outfit, specifically one that was mainly Red Bull.

You weren't going to show up with something from Alphatauri or Mercedes, or maybe even Ferrari.

It didn't seem like the best thing to do in a Red Bull reserved area.

So far, you already had a red bull bomber jacket, so now you just needed to pair it up with a shirt and pants.

For pants, you were contemplating between going black leather, grey cargos, dark blue jeans or light blue baggy jean.

For shirts, you had already decided to wear a T-Shirt, as you'd be inside the whole time and you'd be wearing a bomber jacket.

It was also Las Vegas, no matter the time of year, it was somehow hot.

"Bubble bath?" Marilyn said out of the blue, looking over at you from throwing a couple things and throwing her arms into the air, almost happily.

"Yes, Mari, we'll take a bubble bath together right after I'm done with picking both your outfit and mine." You told her, showing her the red bull outfit that you already had chosen out for her.

A black onesie with the several sponsors of red bull, along with the actual logo.

It had a hood on it, and since Marilyn didn't sweat too much, you didn't have to worry, but of course you'd make sure to pack an extra pair of clothes for her.

Marilyn shook her head at you, pouting a little bit.

"No!" She yelled at you, unhappy about the words you had chosen.

"Don't worry, Marilyn, I won't take too long. You have my phone right now anyways." You stated, gesturing to your phone that was face flat on the ground.

She then grabbed your phone, frowning at you before seemingly completely forgetting about it.

The t-shirts you wanted was going to be beige as of right now, and it was a simple material that you didn't mind, and there wasn't any really large logos for you to look at either.

You had tons of icks when it came to clothing along with what they looked at.

Like big ugly logos that were there for no reason.

Of course, now it'd be choosing the pants for your outfit.

So far, black leather pants and the dark blue jeans were out of the question, which put you at deciding between the light blue baggy jeans and the grey cargos.

"Okay, Mari, blue or grey?" You asked your daughter, lifting an eyebrow as you crossed your arms.

Marilyn got to the foot of your bed and climbed on happily, before moving up and onto the bed and crawling over to you.

She could walk, but sometimes she'd simply just choose not to which was... something you didn't really have an explanation to.

"Blue!" Marilyn said, smiling, small teeth on display as she pointed to the baggy jeans before dragging the cargos away.

"Blue it is." You stated, scooping her up quickly as she giggled a little, resting in your arms.

You then folded the grey cargos, before you had folded the baggy blue jeans and the beige t-shirt.

You looked at the red bull bomber jacket, sighing slightly at the memory of the fact you had to go with your own family, before putting both the shirt and pants onto the same hangar as the jacket.

You already knew what shoes you'd be wearing, being simple red, blue, black, and white Jordan's and you knew what Marilyn would wear too.

The exact same shoes, as you had found them when you went shopping for her and thought it'd be much better to match with your daughter at least once.

You also had a Red Bull cap, which was quite the thing for you.

You didn't really watch Formula One too much, but you remembered that you were taken to watch a race back when you were younger, which was why you had so many thing about formula one.

For a good year, half your family just assumed that you were absolutely in love with Formula One since you actually went there.

After a couple moments of simply putting stuff away, you stood up straight with Marilyn in your arms before looking to the bathroom where you'd most likely spend the next 30 minutes in before Marilyn was ready to get out and head to bed.

"Come on, Mari, you wanna take a bubble bath?" You asked her, raising an eyebrow as you turned your head to look right at Marilyn.

Marilyn nodded at you and giggled, dropping the toy that was in her hand and hitting your shoulder a few times as she smiled.

"Bubble bath!" She repeated, smiling brightly, absolutely in love with the idea.

Marilyn genuinely enjoyed being in the water, but you knew it was only because she hated actually having to do stuff, as it was a complete mission to get her ready to go anywhere that wasn't the living room.

"Yeah, I hear you there, Mari." You told her, smiling a little bit as you walked to the bathroom, her towel already being there as she usually just dragged it around the house every time.