Racing Bonds

Miami GP

As the Santiago Sargeant family made their way through the bustling paddock, Amelia felt the weight of Miguel Angel on her shoulders, his laughter ringing out above the din of the crowd. She glanced up at him, a grin spreading across her face as she marveled at his infectious joy.

"Having fun up there, Miguel?" she called out, her voice laced with affection.

Miguel giggled in response, his tiny hands gripping onto Amelia's hair as if afraid to let go. "Higher, Aunt Millie! Higher!"

Amelia chuckled, adjusting her grip on him as they walked. "Hold on tight, buddy!"

As they approached the designated fan area, the buzz of excitement grew louder with anticipation. Rachael Santiago, Benjamin's wife and Amelia's manager, stood at the edge of the crowd of fans, a proud smile on her face as she watched her family approach.

Amelia met Rachael's gaze and nodded, silently conveying her readiness to hand Miguel Angel back. With practiced ease, she lifted him off her shoulders and into Rachael's waiting arms, her heart swelling with affection as she watched them share a tender moment.

"Thanks, Aunt Millie!" Miguel exclaimed, planting a kiss on her cheek before turning to Rachael. "Mommy!"

Rachael enveloped him in a warm embrace, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Let's go, do you want to go see the car?" she asked the kid, her voice filled with love. He replied with a nod and they headed toward the garage with Benjamin and Sophia.

With Miguel safe in his mother's arms as away from the fans, Amelia turned her attention back to the awaiting fans.

Once they were done they headed off their own separate ways while Logan's parents and brother went to Williams while Amelia's parents and Olivia went to the Red Bull garage.

Amelia was quickly led off to do several filmings with Max, with other drivers, and even a competition with Logan for videos before walking down the pitlane with Miguel to show him the cars and as they reached closer to the time of FP1 they were outside the Red Bull garage.

***

Amelia and Logan stood on opposite sides of the outside of the Red Bull garage, their arms crossed and expressions stubborn as they debated over who would have the privilege of watching free practice with Miguel Angel by their side. The young boy looked between them, his face torn between the two, unsure of where to go.

"I think he should stay with me this time, Amelia," Logan insisted, a playful glint in his eye. "He needs to learn what real racing is all about."

Amelia scoffed, shaking her head. "Oh, please! He's already a pro at cheering for Aunt Millie. Right, Miguel?" She reached out a hand towards her nephew, a mischievous grin on her face.

Miguel hesitated for a moment before taking Amelia's hand, his decision clear. "Aunt Millie!"

Logan rolled his eyes, unable to hide his smirk. "Fine, have it your way. But don't come crying to me when he starts demanding Williams merch."

Before Amelia could retort, Benjamin and Rachael approached, their arms linked as they walked. Rachael beamed at her son and nephew, reaching out to scoop Miguel Angel into her arms.

"Come on, little man," she said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Let's get ready to see your Auntie Millie race from the Red Bull garage."

Miguel giggled with delight, waving goodbye to Amelia and Logan as Rachael carried him away. Amelia stuck her tongue out at Logan, a triumphant grin on her face, before skipping happily into the Red Bull garage.

As they disappeared from view, Logan shook his head with a chuckle, knowing that wherever Amelia went, mischief and laughter were sure to follow before heading to the Williams garage to get ready for the free practice.