Max Verstappen had always lived life at full throttle, both on and off the track. After a tumultuous relationship with Kelly ended in a mutual "break," he found himself navigating the unfamiliar territory of being single. He’d always been a private person, but the weight of the split, combined with the relentless demands of Formula 1, pushed him to seek comfort in fleeting moments.
One night in Monaco, after a race that didn’t go as planned, Max found himself in a bar, nursing a drink alone. The usual crowd was there—drivers, team members, and the rich and famous—but he was uninterested in all of it. That’s when he met Y/N.
Y/N wasn’t like the other women who often hovered around the F1 circuit. She was witty, confident, and, most importantly, didn’t treat him like a celebrity. They talked for hours, the conversation flowing as easily as the drinks. Both were aware of the chemistry between them, an electric tension neither wanted to resist. When the night grew late, they left together, heading back to his place. It was a night driven by mutual loneliness and a need for distraction—no promises, no expectations.
The next morning, they parted ways with a simple goodbye, both understanding that what they had shared was a one-time thing. Max returned to his world of races and media obligations, and Y/N to hers. Life moved on.
Months passed, and Max’s life became a whirlwind of podium finishes and press conferences. He hadn’t thought much about that night in Monaco, nor did he expect to see Y/N again. That was until one day, during an event in London, he saw her in the crowd. At first, he wasn’t sure it was her, but as their eyes met, recognition dawned on him.
Y/N was standing alone, but it wasn’t her presence that shocked him—it was her appearance. She was heavily pregnant, her hand resting protectively on her rounded belly. Max felt a surge of emotions he wasn’t prepared for—shock, confusion, and something he couldn’t quite place. He had been with enough women to know how this could happen, but he hadn’t expected it would happen to him, not like this.
He made his way over to her, his heart pounding. “Y/N?” he asked, his voice betraying his nerves.
She looked up at him, her expression unreadable. “Max.”
He struggled to find the words. “Are you… is it…?”
Y/N took a deep breath, then nodded. “Yes, Max. I found out a couple of months after Monaco.”
Max felt the world spin around him. The realization hit him like a blow: he was going to be a father. He was known for his composure under pressure, but nothing could have prepared him for this.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Y/N’s gaze softened, but there was a hint of defiance in her eyes. “I didn’t know how. We barely know each other, and I didn’t want to complicate your life. I know how much your career means to you, and I wasn’t sure how you’d react.”
Max swallowed, trying to process everything. “This… this isn’t just my life, Y/N. It’s ours now. We have to figure this out together.”
Y/N nodded slowly, her eyes searching his for any sign of hesitation. “I’m not asking for anything, Max. I just thought you should know. I’m prepared to do this on my own.”
Max shook his head. “No, you’re not alone in this. I’m here, and I want to be part of this, part of their life.” He placed his hand gently on her belly, feeling the faint movement beneath. It was a strange, surreal moment, but in that instant, he felt a connection to something bigger than himself—a future he had never imagined.
Y/N smiled slightly, her eyes welling up with tears. “I didn’t expect you to say that.”
Max met her gaze, a newfound determination settling over him. “Neither did I. But this is happening, and I want to do the right thing. We’ll figure this out, Y/N. I don’t know how, but we will.”
As they stood there, the noise of the crowd fading into the background, Max realized that his life was about to change in ways he had never anticipated. He was used to making split-second decisions at 200 miles per hour, but this—this was a different kind of challenge, one that would require more than just skill and focus. It would require heart.
And for the first time, Max was ready to give that part of himself, not just to the sport he loved, but to the new life he had unintentionally helped create
