Dutch Cheek Kisses || Max Verstappen

~~ T E M P O R A R Y R O O M A T E ~~

It was the next day, and you were sat in Marilyn's room, Max having his hair tugged at by Marilyn.

Before max could actually leave last night, he fell asleep beside you and woke up in the middle of the night.

He woke up in the middle of the night for being too hot, which would explain why he was currently only in his shorts that he showed up in and nothing else.

"No- but Marilyn, you're just pulling his hair-" you told her, but you were cut off.

"No!" Marilyn yelled, pointing to you and shaking her head, obviously offended by the denial.

"But Marilyn, I don't have long enough hair for this." Max said, trying to speak to her in a much softer tone as if she were a one year old.

"Nuh-uh, Mask!" Marilyn said, 'mask' being her attempting to say 'Max'.

"That's- you're fine." Max sighed, unhappy with his current situation.

Was she really doing this on a Tuesday morning?

On Wednesday morning, most likely 1 AM or something, you'd have to go with Max to leave for the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix.

You somehow managed to agree to it last night, and you didn't want to take it back now, as there would be practically no point in it.

This meant that as soon as she took a nap, you'd have to drag along max to help you make sure that you could quite literally prevent your parents from having any sort of suspicion about you leaving.

Apparently Max already had a babysitter he was planning to pay, and Max was quite literally rich, so apparently he didn't want you spending a penny or more on anything from now on.

"You want some bread, Mari? I don't think Max is gonna like losing a full head of hair today.." you trailed off, watching as Marilyn stopped tugging on his hair.

She ran out of the room, and most likely towards the kitchen.

She usually ran to where she knew what you mentioned was, whether she could reach for it or not.

"Oh lord." You sighed, getting out of your cross legged position and standing up.

"Did she not just wake up like 20 minutes ago?" Max asked, getting up too so that he could follow you out.

"She did, and that's what scares me the most about her." You told him jokingly, going into the kitchen and seeing Marilyn on a small step stool.

She was pointing to something, specifically something she didn't eat at all and simply didn't like.

An apple.

"Apple!" She said, looking to you and max.

"But Mari, you don't eat apples." You told her, raising an eyebrow as you grabbed the apple and showed it to her, by still out of her reach.

"Give me apple!" She yelled at you again.

Max took the apple and crouched down, Breaking off a small piece from it and handing the apple to her.

"Are you gonna eat that?" Max asked, pointing to the apple.

She then threw the apple onto the ground, unhappy with it as she pointed to the apple that was now on the ground.

"Apple bad!" Marilyn told max, slapping his wrist to make him look over at it.

"Apple bad." Max repeated, nodding a little bit. "Y/n, the apple is bad."

"The apples aren't bad." You told the both of them.

"But they're healthy." Max told Marilyn softly, handing her back the apple that she had thrown onto the ground.

Marilyn grabbed the apple, but instead of eating it herself, she held it up to max, indicating she wanted him to eat it.

"Mas!" She said, holding out her hand with the apple in it.

He took the apple and ate it, before handing the other half of the apple back to you so that you could set it down.

"How about we just give you bread? Something you don't plan to throw on the ground." You said, grabbing a piece of bread and handing it to her.

She cut a small piece of the bread, putting the other onto the counter before handing Max the bread too.

"Is that one for me?" Max asked, still in a crouched down position as he pointed to the bread.

"For you!" Marilyn laughed, handing the bread again to max as Max took it and set it onto the counter.

"What if I have one half and you have the other?" Max asked, taking one piece of the bread and giving her the other.

Surprisingly, he was good with kids, which was something that you currently had to value at the moment.

It was something that you actually needed in a partner, and you were actually rather happy that your parents had taken you to a race so that you could meet him.

Jackpot.

"Okay!" Mari responded, eating the bread as Max had eaten it too, which seemed to encourage her to eat more of it.

"I didn't expect you of all people to be good with kids." You said, smiling a little bit.

Max picked Marilyn up, who was still chewing on her bread as Max stood up again to lean into a much more comfortable position than being in a simple squat.

"I like taking care of kids." Max hummed, kissing the top of Marilyn's forehead, before kissing the top of your head, near your hair.

Marilyn giggled a little as she watched, hitting max a little on his shoulder.

Marilyn absolutely loved Max at the moment, and it was extremely obvious due to her behaviour with him.

She usually didn't let anybody other than your immediate family hold her, sometimes even extended, as she'd start crying.

With Max, she trusted him quite a lot, as she had woke up this morning and even let him pick her up out of bed.

"You know Marilyn, you can't keep showing affection through abuse." You told Marilyn, making her frown at you and bat her eyes a little bit.