Royal Speed | Leclerc & Verstappen

68 | hot laps

-/- Spain 2022 - race day -/-

"Excited for next week when we're in Monaco again? Our home?" Max asked me as we entered the track on this sunny Sunday.

"There's a race today, how can you think of the next one already?" I laughed and scanned my pass before putting into into my pocket.

The last two race weekends, where I had been constantly on Max's side went pretty well and the Dutchman had taken home both wins. Now we were here in Barcelona and he was standing in the first row again, P2 unfortunately.

On pole position was no other then Carlos Sainz, causing me a cold shiver if I only thought of him. After the events in Italy he tried to text me, telling me I should come over to him as Max was only cheating on me.

I quickly had blocked his number as I didn't needed that shit anymore. Max and I were happier than ever and we really tried to enjoy this season, knowing it would be the last one for the Dutchman.

"Yeah, but today I will easily win, so my thoughts are already in Monaco." he smiled and squeezed my hand that he was holding, "We're gonna see your family again, Arthur, Cathy, also my father will be there. And I'm gonna race one last time through the streets that I will rule over later that year."

"You still know that I am the prince and you'll just be my husband, so technically I will rule over them."

Max laughed and rolled his eyes sarcastically, before he leaned down to place a kiss on my cheek.

"Yes, my prince of Monaco. But you know what I mean, the people will look up to me."

"They already do." I returned and smiled.

It was true, there were a lot of young kids, looking up to us, but especially Max, especially kids who wanted to become a racing driver as the Dutch was currently one of the best, if not even the best.

"You also look up to me." Max giggled and tapped my nose, making me pout.

"Don't make fun of my height again."

I maybe was one and a half head shorter than Max, but he was simply to tall, that wasn't fair.

"I think it's cute." the Dutchman chuckled and kissed my head, "Like that I can easily hug you, lay my head on top of yours. Even I have to say sometimes I really have to look for you, like for a little mouse."

"Hey, that's not fair!" I said in horror, pushing him a little while we were walking over to the garage, "Go then and pick yourself a basketball player or something like that."

I pouted and already wanted to walk through the small corridor into the garage, but Max was quick to wrap his arms around me and pull me back against his chest.

"Oh no, no, no. I'd rather have my cute, adorable, amazing, stunning prince." he breathed and I instantly felt the redness shooting into my cheeks.

"Oh stop it." I mumbled, earning a chuckle from my boyfriend.

"Are you blushing?" Max asked and turned me around so I quickly buried my face in my hands.

"No."

"Oh you are, you definitely are, Charles Leclerc, after nearly a year I still make you all shy and blush." he giggled before he hugged me, "It's adorable, I love it, I love you."

He then cupped my face and left a kiss on my template. In that exact moment we heard the sound of a camera and shrugged together, turning around to the entrance of the garage where the team photographer was standing, holding up his arms innocently.