The product of an affair left you with the blood of a racer but lacking the name of one. It didn't stop you from making it to F1 where you race alongside your half brother and current World Champion - Max Verstappen.
The white noise in the nursery threatened to put you to sleep too but there were still dozens of messages to get through. There had been a constant stream of well wishes to your inbox since the announcement to the world but one had been left on read for three days now and a little rage built each time you reread it.
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It didn't take long for new 'exclusive' information to pop up in the gossip pages, along with the photo you had taken and sent to Jos. It wasn't a surprise at all, but it still hurt to read what he had said. Trusted sources close to Y/N say she is being monitored for Post Natal Depression and Psychosis as it is no secret she has had trouble with mental health in the past.
"You are lucky, my love," you whispered to your daughter who slept soundly in your arms. "Your fathers love you so much."
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You carefully stood up from the rocking chair beside her cot but the moment you started to lower her to the mattress she began to stir.
"Already a little arm princess, aren't you?" you chuckled, settling back into the chair to start rocking again.
You didn't mind getting these rare moments alone with her, even if you were exhausted from waking up to breastfeed her all through the night. As soon as Charles and Lando finished their Zoom Meetings with their teams they would be stealing her away for their own snuggles and you could rest then. It was safe to say everyone was smitten with her. And that wasn't an exaggeration. The front door barely closed before another visitor came, and Max had taken up permanent residence on the couch when he wasn't needed elsewhere.
"Is she sleeping?" P whispered loudly as she stuck her head in the door.
"She is, but you can come in."
Max trailed in after her having let himself in the apartment with his spare key. Your mother was out grocery shopping again so she could do more baking for the visitors of the day. You had told her she didn't need to but she was enjoying the company and feeding a small army.
"Have you eaten?" Max asked as he knelt down beside P who gently stroked the blanket Autumn was swaddled in.
