Kevin Magnussen X Nico Hülkenberg - Tiny Miracles

Chaos

The paddock was as chaotic and colorful as always, but this weekend had a special kind of energy—a two-year-old whirlwind on a scooter. Helena was on the loose, and no one was safe.

Dressed in a tiny Sauber team outfit, complete with her name embroidered on the back, Helena had become the unofficial star of the paddock. Her bright eyes sparkled as she zipped around, her tiny scooter narrowly avoiding engineers, mechanics, and drivers alike.

“Helena, slow down!” one of the Sauber mechanics called out, laughing as she sped by. But Helena only giggled, her curls bouncing as she dodged a stack of tires like a pro.

“She’s gonna run someone over,” another muttered, though his grin betrayed his amusement.

Her first targets were none other than Lando and Oscar, fresh from the McLaren hospitality. Spotting them, Helena skidded to a stop and grinned mischievously.

“Lando! Oscar!” she squealed, pointing her scooter toward them like a heat-seeking missile.

“Oh no,” Lando muttered, already stepping back.

Before they could react, she was racing toward them, giggling uncontrollably.

“Catch me!” she shouted, turning sharply and taking off again.

Oscar raised a brow at Lando, who shrugged before jogging after her. “Helena, we don’t have scooters—we can’t keep up!” Oscar called, laughing.

“You have legs!” she replied cheekily, her voice trailing as she turned a corner.

The sight of the two McLaren drivers chasing a toddler on a scooter became an instant highlight, drawing laughter and amused comments from onlookers.

Next on Helena’s unintentional chaos tour was Ferrari hospitality. Charles was sitting outside, scrolling through his phone, when she rolled right up to him and parked her scooter at his feet.

“Hi, Charles!” she said brightly, her grin wide enough to melt anyone’s heart.

Charles immediately put his phone down, his face lighting up. “Bonjour, Helena. What brings you here?”

“Chocolate,” she said without hesitation, holding out her tiny hand like it was the most natural request in the world.

Charles chuckled, reaching into his bag and pulling out a small piece. “Only because you asked so nicely,” he said, handing it to her.

Helena’s eyes sparkled as she unwrapped it. “Merci!” she said, popping it into her mouth.

The mechanics nearby stifled their laughter when Kevin appeared a moment later, crossing his arms as he caught sight of the scene. Charles raised his hands in mock innocence, pointing at Helena as if to say she made me do it.

Kevin just sighed, shaking his head. “One piece,” he said, his voice firm but his smile giving him away.

Helena grinned, chocolate smudged on her cheeks.

As the day went on, Helena’s adventures didn’t slow down. She eventually found her way back to the Haas garage, where the team welcomed her with open arms.

One of the engineers crouched down to her level. “Want to help us with the car, Helena?”

She nodded eagerly, though her version of helping mostly involved pointing at random things and declaring, “That’s broken!” The crew played along, laughing as she toddled around, issuing her “expert” opinions.

Then there was Max. The Red Bull driver had been sitting with a coffee, watching Helena’s antics with quiet amusement. But when she spotted him, her face lit up like she’d found her favorite toy.

“Max!” she shouted, abandoning her scooter and running toward him.

Max caught her effortlessly, lifting her into the air. “Hey, troublemaker. Having fun?”

Helena nodded enthusiastically. “You’re my favorite,” she declared, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck.

The crew nearby erupted in laughter, and Max, for once, looked genuinely bashful. “Don’t tell anyone else,” he whispered, giving her a conspiratorial smile.

When Helena eventually returned to her scooter, she made it her mission to chase Lando and Oscar again, squealing with delight as they tried to dodge her.

By the end of the day, she was exhausted but happy, leaning sleepily against Kevin as he carried her out of the paddock. The paddock had seen its fair share of chaos, but Helena had brought something different—pure, unfiltered joy.

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As Helena zipped around the paddock, Kevin stood off to the side with Nico, a proud but relaxed smile on his face as he watched their little girl command everyone's attention.

“She’s got the whole paddock wrapped around her finger,” Kevin said, crossing his arms and glancing at Nico. “You think she’ll demand a scooter upgrade for her next birthday?”

Nico chuckled, his gaze soft as he followed Helena’s trail of laughter and squeals. “At this rate, she’ll be asking for her own kart. She’s fearless.”

Kevin sighed, though there was a playful lilt to it. “She gets that from you. You realize that, right?”

Nico grinned, tilting his head. “And the charm? That’s all you, Kevin. Look at Max. He’s practically her personal bodyguard now.”

They both glanced at Max, who was now crouched down in the middle of the Red Bull garage, holding a giggling Helena on his knee as she pointed and “directed” the mechanics. Max looked up and gave them a small, almost sheepish wave, like he was fully aware he’d been completely claimed by the tiny Dane.

Kevin couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. “She’s got good taste, I’ll give her that.”

Nico leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping slightly. “You sure you’re okay with all this? Being here, watching instead of driving?”

Kevin hesitated for a moment, his eyes briefly clouding with a mix of longing and acceptance. “I miss it, yeah. But being here with her, watching her light up every time she meets someone new or rides that scooter like she owns the place… it’s worth it.”

Nico reached out, brushing his fingers lightly over Kevin’s arm. “She’s lucky to have you. We both are.”

Kevin turned to him, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. “We’re lucky to have each other.”

Their moment was interrupted by a sudden squeal of joy from Helena as she darted past them on her scooter, narrowly missing Fernando’s foot.

“Helena!” Nico called, his voice tinged with mock sternness. But she only giggled louder, her curls bouncing as she kept going.

Kevin let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. “Well, at least she’s got good spatial awareness.”

Nico chuckled, slipping an arm around Kevin’s waist. “She’s got us both on edge, and she’s not even three yet. Imagine what the future holds.”

Kevin smirked, leaning into Nico just slightly. “Chaos, probably. But the best kind.”