Dutch Cheek Kisses || Max Verstappen

~~ R E U N I O N ~~

It was about Wednesday when you landed, and it was currently 5 PM in the afternoon.

You had gotten home after max had decided that he'd be staying in Las Vegas a little longer just to meet your parents and be with you and Marilyn for a little bit water.

Now, you were in your apartment with Marilyn sat on your bed beside you, overjoyed that she was getting to see the both of you again.

Max was stood up and going through both your closet and his suitcase that he took to Las Vegas with him just to stay with you for a little bit longer.

Tomorrow was your dads birthday party, and max decided that he wanted to match outfits with you when you went there, just to try and win over your family a little bit more.

Max wasn't nervous at all, but he figured that he needed that boost of confidence.

"What if you wear blue, and I wear red, and then Marilyn gets to wear purple?" Max asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"Why do you get to be red and I get to be blue? Why can't it be reversed?" You asked him.

"Marilyn, red or blue?" Max asked, pointing to himself and then pointing to the colours he currently had.

Max was deciding on wearing a suit, as it was both a fancy birthday party along with his first impression to your parents, so he didn't want to be seen as sloppy or simply lazy.

Maybe he was a little bit nervous and overthinking this.

"Red!" Marilyn said, clapping for herself.

"See? That's why. Marilyn wants me to wear red. And overall, I think I look better in a dark red. You can't have red bull without the 'red', Y/n." Max said as if it were a piece of common knowledge to know this.

Had he been thinking about this earlier or something, because you doubted he just thought of that on the spot.

"I guess so." You responded, leaning back and crossing your arms with a small snicker.

"Yay!" Marilyn said, Pointing to the red blazer again as clapping.

"Marilyn thinks that you should wear that." You told max, and he nodded in response before grabbing a white collared undershirt.

The red was a dull red, opposed to an extremely deep red or an extremely bright red that may hurt your eyes in the middle of the night.

"So you're saying that you're gonna show up to my dads birthday party in a tuxedo?" You asked him, almost amused at that idea.

"You said it was fancy, and it needs to match with the outfit I already have in my head for you." Max said, smiling a little as he folded everything he had already chosen.

"Oh, so you're picking my outfit too? What's next, Marilyn's outfit?" You asked him, leaning back.

"That's your thing. I don't pick clothes for toddlers, you're better at it anyways. You're the actual parent." Max stated, walking over to set the clothes down.

He put two fingers onto your chin to tilt it up a little bit, kissing you on the lips softly before pulling away as if nothing happened and walking over to your closet.

You didn't comment on the action, simply placing your head onto your palm, watching this happen.

"Apple?" Marilyn said, looking to both you and max to wait for a reply.

"Marilyn, you don't eat apples, so you might wanna stop asking." You told her, looking to your daughter as she simply frowned at you.

Surprisingly, she had let it go rather quickly.

"So you're gonna let me pick anything from your closet that's a deep blue, right?" Max asked, making sure he had your complete permission before he started going through your entire closet to see what he wanted to grab.

"Yeah, I think that's something I can agree to, as long as you put everything back after. Or just do the laundry. Whatever comes first." You hummed, looking at him and smiling a little bit.

Your head tilted, watching as he then placed several things onto your bed and looked at them.

"And I'm going to pick out Marilyn's outfit, because I'm so fine with you doing that." You deadpanned, shifting a little bit As you snickered and watched him shake his head.

"You can go do that while I pick your outfit, yeah?" Max asked, shooing you off a little bit as he sat down on the foot of your bed.

You sighed and picked Marilyn up, walking out of the room and heading into the hallway, before heading right into Marilyn's room so that you'd be able to pick her outfit while max was doing whatever he would currently be doing.

You were rather excited for tomorrow, as you really wanted your parents to meet Max Verstappen.

Marilyn didn't have much purple, though there was a pale purple colour that might be of use to you at the moment.

There was no way you'd be letting her wear something that didn't look good on her despite it being a nice outfit that you chose out by yourself.

You wanted her to live a good life, so you'd let her do what she wanted for now, but at the moment you really didn't want her to wear something that your parents would most likely begin to criticize both you and her for you picking that out.

You grabbed a couple of pale purple outfits that you could pick out for her, Marilyn grabbing some shoes for herself once she was put down by you.

"Do you want to wear a bright purple or a pale purple? Or maybe do you want to wear a darker purple? I'm sure max wouldn't mind if you did anything." You said, crossing your arms as she climbed onto her own bed.

"Max!" Marilyn repeated, as she seemed to pick up on his name rather quickly, along with the pronunciation to it too.

Impressive.