Charles pov.
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Is it wrong for me to want to wake up to this man everyday. I'm currently being spooned by the current Formula 1 world champion, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
"Max, mon amour wake up." I kiss his check gently trying to wake him.
"What is it lieverd." Max strokes my cheek, kissing me softly. I lean in enjoying his warmth, until I remember my mom's coming visit.
"Shit! My Maman is coming to my house today with my brother." I fall out of bed trying to put on the first pair of pants I find.
Mom*
"What! Charlie!" Max is also trying to get dressed. He's literally my ride home. Even though we didn't come together, Pierre took my car last night leaving me stranded.
"How did you not remember your mom was coming to visit?"
"I don't know maybe a super hot guy distracted me." Max and I are running up to the deck trying to find where he left his keys.
"Max, how could you not know where you put your keys?" He looks me up and down completely deadpan.
"Well maybe a super sexy Monegasque guy distracted me!" I can see Max laughing at his own joke. We finally end up finding Max's keys on the table were we had dinner.
"Cherí, hurry she's probably not there yet I still have time!" I try to drag Max to the car while sprinting. He doesn't waste a second unlocking the doors and speeding off before I was able to put on my seatbelt.
"Max, amour slow down you're going to get a ticket!"
"Not if they can't catch me." Max grins then proceeds to floor it. Putain de merde, I hate being driven around by a formula 1 driver. But thanks to Max, I make it home in record time. I drag Max up with me. I will be needing my pants back from him.
"You wearing my pants I need those." I say walking into my flat.
"Ok." Max close the door behind him takes off my pants and throws them at me.
"I need pants honey." Max giggles waiting for me to hand him his pants.
"Here." I take off Max's pants and throw them back. He quickly changes into them, but before I can escort him out there's a knock at my door.
"Charles, je suis là, ouvre la porte."I hear my mom yell through the door. Shit, I look over at Max not knowing what to do.
"Liefde, what do you want me to do?" He whispers as the knocking continues.
"Hide!" That's all Max needs to hear as he runs to my room.
"I'm coming maman!" I walk over to the door trying to button my pants.
"Mon fils, how are you?" I have missed you dearly." My mom walks in hugging me before stepping aside allowing my brother greet me.
"Hey man what's up?" Arthur asks as he daps me up.
"All good, how is the new job? Development driver for the Scuderia right?" I ask him as we walk to the kitchen.
"It's nice, not as much traveling." Arthur smiles as he making his way to the table, helping my mother set up the food.
"Aw shit!" I hear a yell Arthur yell. I turn around to find him with water all over his lap.
"Arthur, cussing s'il vous plaît!" Our mom scolds him.
* please
"Sorry Maman." My brother hangs his head a little.
"Charlie, can I borrow some sweats?"
"Yea of course man just don't mess up my closet, yea?" I tell him forgetting all about Max.
"Comment vas-tu mon fils?" My mom smiles warmly.
*how are you son?
"I'm actually really good Maman." I hug her. I miss having my mom around. Before I can ask my mom how she's doing I hear a high pitched scream come out of my bed room.
"BROTHER! THERES A MAN IN YOUR CLOSET!" Oh shit Max, I run over to my room to find my brother welding his shoe like a deadly weapon at a closed closet door.
"Arthur, don't freak out." He looks me up and down with a super confused look on his face.
"Promise you won't freak out?" I ask again, this time Arthur nods not really giving me any other type of reaction. I take a deep breath and open the door.
"Max, you can come out now." Max slowly emerges. My brothers mouth is hanging wide open, he was obviously not expecting the Max Verstappen to be in my home.
"Chéri, qui est-ce?" My mom appears in the door what scaring the three of us.
"This is uh, Max my colleague?" I'm not sure how to introduce him. Max immediately extends his hand to greet my mom.
"Max Verstappen, pleasure to meet you Mrs. Leclerc." My mom smiles and graciously takes his hand.
"You must be hungry come! Eat with us." My mom takes Max's hand and leading him to the dining room.
I look over at Arthur.
"What the fuck?" He mutters while he walks out still in shock.
Guess I'm introducing my boyfriend to my mother today.
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