tolerate it-max verstappen

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iris's pov: about 5.5 months pregnant, due date 5-1-25
The last race finally approached of the season, Max and Lando were pretty close in points so honestly anything can happen today. Walking down the paddock with P holding my hand as my arm is linked with Max's. After that night in Vegas when he came back home and was talking to me drunkenly, he woke up as if nothing happened. I mean he probably didn't remember anything but it doesn't make it hurt any less.

Getting to the garage setting our things down in his drivers room as he began to change and warm up for today. While he warmed up a bit P and I walked over to McLaren to wish Lando a good luck a race as well as a couple other drivers on other teams. I've been texting Charles and Alex recently since I wanted to come over so Charles and I can work on making the song together after discussing it a couple times here and there. He is honestly a great player I've heard some of the things he has composed and it's insane how talented he is.

     Walking into the redbull garage once more since the race was starting soon, Max's whole family was here including Jos and his mother and sister. I kept my distance from Jos however trying my best to stick by Sophie. I felt his gaze on me burning into the side of my head as I tried I ignored him the best that I could.

     Max was grabbing hugs and good lucks from everyone, seemingly going down the line starting at his dad. Making his way down the line getting to P and I, P giving him the tightest hug ever wishing him luck and a victory. Stopping at me before he pulled me in very suddenly into a hug as his head that had his helmet on fell onto my shoulder. Giving him a squeeze as I wished him luck on his last race where he hopefully will be champion of the world in the end.

     Feeling him finally loosening his grip on me before he lifted his helmet and stole a kiss from me. I was taken back since we haven't talked much besides small talk here and there for a while but even the smallest amount of attention from him gave me cartwheels in my heart. I forced him to turn around so I could kiss his three stars on the back of his helmet as he laughed at my little tradition before he left to get in his car to start his race.

     The race felt so intense cheers often heard from the distance, Max and Lando were fighting for this win. Whoever won today determined the champion of the season, there battle has been amazing to watch but it's almost bittersweet watching it come to an end. My first f1 season coming to an end, traveling around the world experiencing so many different countries and cultures has been the highlight of my life and to do it with the people that I love.

     The last couple of laps had me practically biting my nails but Max finally crossed the finish line as the 4x world champion. The whole garage cheering when he crossed past the checkered flag hearing him through the headphones cheering from him as well. He finally spoke up using actual words this time "Thank you everyone, this season was special. This whole season is dedicated to my flowers and my little bean" he spoke out. Covering my face before quickly removing my hands to try to act nonchalant about it. Everyone else was clearly confused but we all put on shirts that had the championship on it since they were hoping he was going to win today. Walking towards where all the teams stood he finally parked his car before running to his team and jumping into their arms. After he gave everyone else hugs along with P and I.

       A lot was celebrated that night we went out to go to a club that night with the team as Sophie stayed with P until we got back. Max had a lot of drinks in his system clearly excited about his win and championship, but that also made him very clingy to me which I don't necessarily mind that much.

      The night at the club was long but we made our way back to the room as Max kept telling me how much he loves me along with rubbing my stomach to talk to our kid. On the outside it makes me smile but if I think to much I'll just get upset again, seeing him only affectionate really when he is drunk is taking a toll on my mental health.