F1 One-Shots | You x F1 Boyfriend

Unplanned Pregnancy Response | LN, CL, DR, MX, GR

Summary: When you reveal your unexpected pregnancy to your F1 boyfriend

Danny

Daniel is sprawled on the couch in his sweatpants, half-watching a movie but mostly focused on scrolling through his phone. When you step into the living room, your nerves feel like an electric wire, your hands shaking slightly as you clutch the test behind your back. You clear your throat, and his head snaps up, a playful smile already on his face.

But when he looks at you, his smile falters.

"Hey, you look serious," he sits up. "What's up?"

You take a deep breath, your voice trembling. "My period was late... and I took a test."

Daniel's brows knit together, and he puts his phone down, giving you his full attention. "And?"

"It's positive."

For a moment, he just stares, his mouth slightly open as the words sink in. Then, to your surprise, he starts laughing—not out of mockery, but pure, incredulous disbelief. "No way," he says, shaking his head as if he can't believe it.

You frown, suddenly unsure. "Daniel—"

He cuts you off by standing, crossing the room in a few long strides. He cups your face with his hands, his grin softening into something warmer. "Babe, this is insane. You're pregnant?!"

"Well... yeah," you whisper, still nervous.

He leans his forehead against yours, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. "Okay. Okay. Not what we had planned, but honestly? I think it'll be great. And I'm going to be the coolest dad ever. You know that, right?"

You let out a shaky laugh, his confidence already easing some of your nerves.

You sit down on the couch, reality of the situation hits you. "Danny, this is insane. What if we're not ready? What if I'm not ready? I don't even know the first thing about being a parent!"

Daniel kneels in front of you, placing his hands on your knees to steady you. "Hey, breathe," he says, his voice soft but firm. "We don't have to figure everything out right this second."

You look at him, your eyes wide. "But what if I mess up? What if—"

"Babe," he interrupts, squeezing your knees gently. "You're not going to mess up. We'll figure it out together. And you know me—I'm great with kids. Ever seen me babysit? Absolute natural."

Despite yourself, you let out a small laugh, the tension in your chest easing slightly. He grins, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. "See? We've got this. And when the kid's old enough to talk, I'll teach them how to roast you. It'll be amazing. Let's make a checkup appointment first thing tomorrow"

Max Verstappen

Max is at his desk, tinkering with his sim racing setup when you approach. He's in his usual Sunday mode—comfy clothes, a cup of coffee next to him. He doesn't notice you at first, too focused on whatever detail he's fixing.

"Max?"

He glances up immediately, his sharp blue eyes locking onto yours. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice tinged with concern as he scans your expression.

You hold out the test, no longer able to hide it. "My period was late, and... I took this."

He stares at the test in your hand, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he sets the tiny screwdriver down, standing up and closing the gap between you.

"Positive?" he asks, his voice calm but slightly tense.

You nod, your heart pounding, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. "Yeah. Positive."