"and he laughs at all my jokes
and he says i'm so american
oh, god, it's just not fair of him
to make me feel this much"
in which singer riley evans
and f1 driver max verstappen
are forced into a relationship
that neither of them wants.
max verst...
Tears are streaming down my face as I watch Max drive into the pit lane. He's won another Grand Prix and officially secured a second WDC. He's a World Champion AGAIN.
He pulls himself out of his car, standing on top and throwing his fists into the air. The crowd is going wild.
I'm going wild.
I'm also going deaf from how loud the cheers are for him.
He's done it! He's won again.
I couldn't be more proud.
Max leaps off the top of his car and makes a beeline for where Lili and I are standing. He's shed his helmet and balaclava on the way and makes it to me in record time, hands holding the sides of my face to pull me in for a kiss. He's sweaty and smells gross, but the pure joy radiating from both our bodies makes me not care. He's a fucking champion.
He pulls away and smiles so brightly. Winning looks fucking hot on him.
Lili is excitedly grabbing at her father and he finally gives in, pulling her out of my arms and into his. My smile grows impossibly bigger as he sets her on his hip before venturing off to his post-race interview. His smile is pretty huge too, kissing his daughter's cheek before answering all of the questions he's being asked.
Thankfully, Lili isn't shy around cameras, seeing as one is pointing directly at her and her father right now. Instead, she just lays her head against his, one hand on his back and the other on his cheek. A habit of hers is to rub Max's cheek, something she does for comfort or when she's tired – I wouldn't be surprised if she's doing it for both right now.
Max isn't phased by his daughter's actions either, this normal for them. It's cute.
After his interview, Max makes his way back over to me, kissing me softly upon his return. "I love you." He smiles.
"I love you even more, Mr. World Champion." He shakes his head in laughter as he hands Lili back to me. The 5-year-old is protesting but knows she can't join her father for the cooldown room or the podium celebration.
He reaches out and caresses my cheek, giving me a look I've never seen before. "Thank you."
"For what?"
And before I'm given an answer, he's whisked away.
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