A/N: Dutch translations at the end!
"I want you to meet my sister," Max blurts out.
It remains silent on the other side of the phone. Charles's face fills the screen suddenly from the opposite side. "You want me to do what?"
"Meet my sister," Max repeats, his heart hammering in his chest. "I want to officially introduce you."
"Putain!" Charles curses. He disappears from the screen, causing Max's intestants to twist. His dad knowing is one thing, but his sister and eventually his mom are another. Max has no clue if they even suspect he's bisexual. He also doesn't know if Charles's family knows he is.
"I'm sorry if this is too soon," Max stammers while still looking at Charles's ceiling through the screen. "I guess I got too overexcited."
"Wait!" Charles sounds distant. Max frowns as Charles appears seconds later in front of the camera again. "I'd love to meet your sister, Max."
Max squints, noticing Charles's teary eyes. "Schat, what did you do?"
"I might have been cutting a cucumber, and you might have caught me by surprise, and I might have cut my finger," Charles rambles, showing his bleeding finger in a washcloth.
"Charlie," Max grins, trying to hide his laughter. "Please, go clean up before it actually infects."
"Very funny," the Monegasque groans, but there's a hint of joy traceable in the outline of his features.
'He's so fucking handsome.'
The phone moves as Charles takes Max with him to, presumably, the bathroom. He props Max up against the wall to show himself fully, and it's a sight Max has missed since he left Belgium last week.
"So, your sister?" Charles begins working on his finger, grabbing his emergency kit from the cabinet.
"She's flying over with the kids tomorrow, and they're staying for a few days. I'd love to officially introduce you as my..." Max hesitates, but as Charles looks straight at him, humor and pure love shining in his eyes, Max can't help but confirm. "As my boyfriend."
"I'd love that too," Charles replies, wincing as the disinfectant hits his wound. "We can cook for them."
"Charles, I don't want to poison them," Max deadpans, knowing the brunet will be offended by it.
"I'm a good cook!"
"You're not, and I'm even worse." Max laughs as Charles mimics his words. "I've eaten your pasta, schat. It's not even that hard to make, and you managed to screw it up."
"Okay, that's true. But-"
"And you can't even cut a cucumber," Max challenges, raising his eyebrows at the disgruntled Ferrari driver.
"I would slap you if I could right now," Charles fake-pouts, causing Max to laugh once more.
"I love you too, schat."
"I love you more, mon amour."
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"When will they get here?" Charles asks nervously, toying with his red shirt. Somehow they managed to coorodinate like they do at the track: Charles in red and black, Max in blue and white. Somehow, this has always been meant to be.
"Normally, I guess, in like ten minutes or so. Why?" Max asks, aware that Charles is on the verge of throwing up.
"Ten minutes?" Charles's voice pitches, and Max pulls him against him, kissing the top of his head.
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