Dutch Cheek Kisses || Max Verstappen

~~ M E E T U P ~~

It was the next day, which meant it was currently Monday, and you were sat at the table with Marilyn who was looking at your phone.

You had finished getting the both of you dressed, well, Marilyn was dressed in pyjamas while you were in something a little more comfortable.

It was about 3 PM, as you had spent all morning getting both you and Marilyn out of bed to take a shower and bath.

You then spent the past two hours scrolling on your phone and keeping Marilyn entertained for the time being.

You hoped she liked Max, as she has technically never met him before.

After several moments of you looking at your phone, it pinged, revealing a message from Max.

You opened the app quickly, looking at the message.

I'm here :)) open the door please

You didn't respond to the message, looking to the apartment door that you heard someone knock on, and you assumed it'd be Max.

Marilyn then began to mimic the sound on the table in front of you, you laughing a little bit before picking her up into a sat down position rather quickly.

"Door!" Marilyn said, almost at a yelling tone, and you knew that Max could most likely hear her even from outside.

"Yes, Marilyn, door." You told her, walking to the door, looking out of the peephole for a quick moment.

Max Verstappen, Red bull's star racer at the moment, 2 time world champion.

This was gonna be fun.

He had a red t-shirt and loose red shorts, along with the signature Red Bull cap that he usually wore.

You leaned down a little, allowing Marilyn and her tiny hands to open the door once you undid the chain and unlocked it.

Of course, she wasn't too strong, so when she managed to open the door you had to step in and help her out with it a little bit.

You actually opened the door, and Max held a small little bouquet of flowers, and you could already tell he took a long time to get dressed, but good flowers and then come here.

At least he was committed?

"Y/n! Hello!" Max said, leaning in to give 3 kisses which would start off from right, left and back to right, next to the cheek.
(For any of y'all wondering, Dutch cheek kiss)

He then leaned back and looked to Marilyn, smiling a little bit.

"Hello!" Max said, Marilyn giggling a little bit and waving slightly in response, before max looked to you. "Can I?"

He was asking if he was allowed to hold her.

"She might cry, but she'll forget about it after a few moments." You hummed, handing her to Max gently.

He took her gently, and got her into a seated position against his arm, and his other arm holding her.

She clapped, giggling a little bit as she used her hand to hit max's shoulder a few times.

"... she'll also start abusing you every now and then." You told max, before going into a kitchen.

"How'd you get Paddock Club tickets for red bull if you live in a small apartment with one kid?" Max asked, raising an eyebrow as he followed.

Max was about 5'11, which was a couple inches taller than you. (I'll just say y'all are 5'7 or smth)

"My family usually pays for everything. As they have ever since I had Marilyn. Apparently it's good for her childhood. And my parents love showing off their wealth whenever they can. Hence why we went to the formula One race." You told him, handing a milk bottle to your daughter.

Max watched this happen, bouncing Marilyn on his arm unnoticeably if you weren't looking hard enough.

"I'm glad you came, then." Max hummed, taking off his cap and setting it on the kitchen counter.

He took off his shoes rather quickly, and mainly just followed you around.

"Aren't you supposed to be heading to Abu Dhabi on like... Wednesday?" You asked him, raising an eyebrow, standing directly in front of you.

He didn't have to look down too far, but if he looked straight he could only see the top half of your head, so he was essentially looking down.

"I could always take you with me." Max hummed, extremely genuine about that.

"Yeah, I think I'll wait for a little while before Mari gets on her first plane." You told him, beginning to walk towards your room.

"Swiss!" Marilyn said happily, actually attempting to say 'swish' but she had ended up messing up the word a little bit.

"Swiss." Max repeated, nodding a little bit, heading to your room too as Marilyn giggled, hitting Max's arm again, actually rather aggressive with it this time.

How gentle.

"What time are you going to be headed home? Since she usually goes to sleep at like nine." You told him, Max offering your daughter back to you so that you could set her down on the ground.

"Maybe 10-12. Is that fine with you, or no?" Max asked, lifting an eyebrow, setting the flowers he had got onto the much larger nightstand that you had.

"Mas!" Marilyn said, pointing to max from below and grabbing onto his hand, making him walk with her.

She tried to say 'Max' but she still couldn't really pronounce 'X' very well at the moment, so she settled for using 's' or 'ag' as the letter.

"And where is she supposed to be taking me, Y/n..?" Max asked, looking up at you as Marilyn began to lead him towards your bed.

"She wants you to sit down with her... I think." You said, crossing your arms as you watched max sit down on your bed with Marilyn,

In Max's eyes, this has got to be the best day of his life, and he was extremely content in his current situation.

In your eyes, you were hoping this relationship wouldn't go like the last one that resulted in you being a single parent yet again.