Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Little Family | Max Verstappen

Author's Note: God this was so cute to write BC I HAVE BABY FEVER AGAIN

Done in reader POV ❤️ 
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It's been a long three weeks and I can't even begin to describe how excited Sebastian is to see Max. Every time the front door creaks or my phone rings, he's running over, calling out, "papa?"

 It's the sweetest and most heart wrenching thing. Max has been so busy with a triple header, but he still managed to FaceTime us every single night, no matter where he was in the world or how exhausted he felt. Watching him try to hide his yawns while Sebastian babbled on about dinosaurs or showed off his latest finger painting melted my heart every time.

Max is incredible like that. He never misses a chance to remind us that we're his everything, even with the chaos of his career. And now, as the clock ticks closer to his flight landing, Sebastian is bouncing around the living room with this infectious energy, clutching one of Max's Red Bull model cars and pretending he's driving a car. "Vroom, vroom! Like papa!" he shouts.

I've been trying to keep things calm around the house, but honestly, I'm just as excited as Sebastian. Max isn't just an amazing driver...he's an even better father. I know he'll walk through that door, probably looking a little tired but with that big smile of his and scoop Sebastian up. It's moments like these that make all the time apart worth it.

There's always a part of me that wonders what life would be like if Max didn't have to travel so much or if racing wasn't such a huge part of our lives. What if we had quieter days, a more predictable routine and he was home for every dinner, every bedtime story? It's hard not to think about it during the long stretches when it's just Sebastian and me, especially on those nights when the house feels a little too quiet without him.

But then I think about how much Max loves what he does, how racing is in his blood. The way his face lights up after a win, or even after a tough race where he gave it his all, is something I wouldn't trade for anything. Knowing that every podium finish, every champagne spray, and every victory is for us, his family, makes it all worthwhile.

Seeing Sebastian clap and cheer whenever Max is on TV, shouting "papa so fast!" with pure pride, reminds me why we do this. Max is living his dream and we are lucky to be part of it. So, even though I miss him like crazy when he's away, there's no greater feeling than seeing him walk through the door after a race, knowing he's ours and knowing how hard he fights out there for us, for Sebastian. 

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The familiar sound of the front door unlocking sent a jolt of excitement through me and before I could even move, I heard the tiny patter of Sebastian's feet against the wooden floor. His little voice rang out, full of excitement and joy, as he chanted, "Papa! Papa!" over and over again. He was practically shaking with anticipation, his oversized Red Bull jersey, Max's jersey, dragging around his tiny legs as he bolted toward the door.

The moment the door opened, Sebastian didn't even wait for it to fully swing in. He flung his arms out toward Max, who had barely stepped inside before being greeted with a bundle of pure, uncontainable energy.

"Papa! Uppy!" Sebastian squealed, his face lighting up as he lifted his arms towards Max.

Max, still in his team kit, dropped his bag to the floor and caught Sebastian in one smooth motion, scooping him up. "There's my little champion!" he said.

And then, as if the exhaustion from three weeks of racing and travel didn't exist, Max tossed Sebastian gently into the air, making him burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. "Higher, Papa! Higher!" Sebastian begged between his giggles, his tiny hands reaching for the sky.