Dutch Cheek Kisses || Max Verstappen

~~ M A X V E R S T A P P E N ~~

It was now 6:23 PM, and surprisingly, the sun had already went down.

The race just finished, mainly due to a red flag that happened mid-race, along with several animal sightings on the track.

You were still sitting alone, as your family was still out on the balcony, watching the endings of the race.

By the end of it, your mother was actually invested.

And, to nobody's surprise, Max Verstappen managed to win himself this race.

Since it was the last race of the season before the winter break, he only had to survive another day or two, and you knew that he could do that very well.

Max Verstappen and Red Bull were completely unstoppable, and Sergio didn't make it any better for the other racers.

Charles Leclerc managed to come P2 for this race while Sergio went P3, which wasn't so bad for Ferrari.

Marilyn was already asleep for her nap, which meant she was most likely going to be falling asleep at 1-2 AM as she usually did when she was still napping at a time like this.

By now, you were ready to go home, as you've been there just holding Marilyn for a good 5-7 hours and your arms were beginning to go a little numb.

There wasn't many people in your area currently, only 1-7 and most were just kids, their parents most likely elsewhere and going to come back.

Marilyn moved slightly, chin on your shoulder now as he arms dangling off your own.

You leaned back a little bit, zoning out slightly.

That was until you felt someone tapping on your shoulder, making you look over.

A man, Red Bull gear, looking about a few years older than you.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh no.

Max Verstappen.

He blinked at you for a few moments, before pointing to the water bottle next to you.

"Can I have that?" Max asked, Red Bull gear unzipped, only down to his hips.
(This could either be the most cringiest scene or cutest scene, and I'm leaning on cringe)

He sat down next to you, leaned forward slightly, legs moving to a small man spread.

"And this is for?" You asked, expecting an answer, handing him the bottle though.
(I HATE IT ALREADY)

"You should know who I am, if you're here. Max Verstappen. I just saw you earlier, and noticed you had a kid, and I wanted to know some more about you." Max said, Straight-forward.

Dutch. Extremely dutch.

"Why?" You asked, leaning back a little as Marilyn adjusted herself again.

"You seemed nice." Max said. "What's your name?"

"Y/n L/n." You responded, before pointing to marilyn. "Marilyn. She's my kid."

"Are you here by yourself?" Max asked, looking around a little bit for any context to the upcoming answer.

"No. Family. They're outside. My aunt, uncle, mom, dad, sister-in-law and brother." You told him.

You didn't expect to genuinely have a conversation with a Formula One Driver, but you didn't really expect you'd be having a kid by now as a single parent back then.

"So you're single?" Max asked right after, raising an eyebrow, moving a hand through his hair a little bit as he moved slightly closer.

"Mom/dad walked out when she was born." You told him, shrugging a little bit.

"Does that mean I can have your number?" He deadpanned, pulling out his phone and shaking it a little, offering it to you for you to grab.

This was random.

There was no way in hell that Max Verstappen just asked you that.

Relationships were not something you were interested in at the moment, but you found that this was an opportunity that you had to take.

Max Verstappen was definitely your type in some aspects, so why not.

"Alright." You hummed, taking the phone, and he was already in contacts, which made it easier for you.

"Need me to hold her while you do that?" Max asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"I'm good." You said, typing it in, and you hoped it was the right one.

Sometimes you forgot. It's never your best moment when you end up forgetting either way.

After a few moments, you handed him back the phone.

Once he saw it, he smiled and shut his phone off, putting it back into his pocket.

Marilyn moved herself a little, yawning and turning her head as she shifted herself to the left, getting closer it You.

"I'll call you, Huh?" Max asked, getting up and waving a little bit, before walking away.

And, of course, most likely by luck, you could see your parents beginning to go back towards where you are, but not really looking.

You would love to see where this would end.

When they walked back, you pat on Marilyn's back a little before getting up and swinging the bag over your shoulder.

Your bomber jacket adjusted a little bit, Red Bull jacket being slightly crinkled.

"And I assume we're gonna get going soon?" You asked them, completely disregarding he fact you should probably tell them something.

'Something' being the fact you got one of the best drivers on the grids phone number only a few minutes before.

"I guess, you wanna come back tomorrow mom? To see the actual Grand Prix? Since this was only practice and sprint qualifying?" Milo asked, Amelia looking over at her.

Your mom thought about it for a few seconds, before crossing her arms.

"No." She deadpanned.

You wondered what happened out there that made her not love it.

"I guess that's that." Your uncle stated, giving your mother a pat on the back as your father did the same.

"I've got to put Marilyn to sleep anyways, and she isn't gonna wanna do much tomorrow either way." You sighed, and immediately turned around to head out and follow the several other people who were going too.

"That was fast." Your auntie said from behind, watching, before beginning to follow.