Summary: You and Max celebrate his 4th WDC title.
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Vegas.
The place where all of your dreams can come true.
At least, that's what it felt in those moments for both you and Max.
You hadn't had high hopes coming into the weekend, especially due to the fact that the car hasn't been performing well enough to fight for both championships.
"How are you feeling about today?" you had asked him as you watched him get ready in his driver's room.
He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.
"I don't even know what to say. I hope I can outscore Lando finally close this chapter, but I don't think I have the car under me to do it" he admitted, and you could hear the frustration in his voice.
You nodded, pursing your lips in sympathy.
"I know it's hard, but I believe in you. You're so much more than the car, babe, if anyone is able to do it, it's you" you said, rubbing soothing circles on his back and resting your chin against his shoulder.
He sighed and nodded, taking your hand into his.
"I'll fight for it until the last moment" he promised.
You nodded, kissing his cheek a couple of times.
You knew he had it in him, and that he was going to deliver.
He always did.
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He did it.
True to his word, he crossed the finish line, even if it was not in the position he had hoped for, but he still won the championship.
He brought it home.
The walk, or sprint rather, towards the end of the pitlane where he was getting out of the car allowed time for the tears that had build up in your eyes to freely flow down your cheeks, making you a walking mess.
"MAX!" you called out once you were within earshot of him, just as he took off his helmet and balaclava.
He smiled once he saw you coming and extended his arms, bracing for the impact of your body colliding with his.
"I did it, I did it" he chanted in your ear, his arms holding tightly onto your waist as he spun you around.
You laughed, nodding as you rested your head into the crook of his neck, your arms holding tightly onto his neck.
"I'm so fucking proud of you" you said.
He slowly set you down on the ground, but his arms didn't let up for a second. He buried his head into your shoulders, inhaling your sweet scent like he needed it to breathe.
Letting out a big sigh, his whole body slacked, every ounce of tension and stress gone from his muscles.
He had fought so hard, so hard to stay on the top even when his car and mechanics failed him, after everyone had turned against him, he was finally free of everything. Because he had proven, once again, why he was among the best.
You pulled away slightly, his arms still tightly holding onto your waist. You took his face into your hands and brought him down to your level, pressing your lips against his.
The kiss was fast-paced, rushed and maybe sloppy, but it was also filled with nothing but the immense love and pride you carried in your heart for him.
Hundreds of camera clicks went off all around you, but none of them mattered. It was just you and Max, in your own little bubble, away from everyone else.
"I love you" he whispered against your lips, making you erupt into a wide smile.
"I love you too. Now go, your team is waiting for you" you said, pecking his lips one more time before pulling away and shoving him towards his team.
He smiled at you one more time before he threw himself at them, laughing and smiling his heart out.
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It was several hours later, long after the Red Bull dinner Max had hosted finished, that the two of you found yourselves tangled in bed, naked together under the covers.
You had indulged yourselves in some celebratory sex after getting back, letting go of every worry and just enjoying each other.
You were laying with your head on Max's chest, tracing imaginary drawings with the tip of your index fingers across his abdomen.
His hands were tangled in your hair, his other hand resting next to his body.
"How are you feeling?" you asked, your voice soft and quiet as to not disturb the peaceful atmosphere around you.
He fell silent for a little while, trying to gather his thoughts and trying to put into words everything he was feeling in those moments.
"Strangely, I feel very at peace" he said, making your eyebrows shoot up.
That was, by far, the last thing that you had expected him to say.
"I wasn't expecting that answer, to be honest" you said, chuckling a little.
He chuckled as well, tightening the hold he had on you.
"I feel happy that the whole WDC debate is over and I don't have to worry about it anymore. I'm happy that I managed to achieve everything I've wanted. I'm happy that I'm here with you. What more could a man want?" he explained, making you hum.
He had a point, of course.
Max has always been focused on family above racing. Ever since the two of you started dating, he had made it his life's mission to prioritize you and your family above everything else.
Which is why his confession made you feel that much better about his win. The fact that, despite the grand meaning behind his achievement, he still valued just being with you.
"You've just won your 4th World Championship title and you're happy you're here with me? I'm always going to be here, you're not going to be winning championships forever, babe" you said, sitting up from his chest and resting your head on your hand.
He smiled, gazing up into your eyes lovingly.
"I don't care about the championships, the titles, the wins. The only thing I really care about is you and our family" he said, his hand coming to rest on your cheek.
"You're to sweet for your own good. I'm proud of you, do you know that?" you smiled, biting your lip as you stared at the man who had hung your moon and stars.
"I know, babe" he whispered, leaning up to peck your lips.
And so, tangled up in the comfort of your hotel room, you celebrated his title in the simplest of ways, just by spending time with each other.
Because that's what you loved the most.
Just being with each other.
