Formula One Shots

Max Verstappen [8]

For sharoonnx

8. "Does he know about the baby?"

Word count: 632

You were over the moon. You and Max had been trying for a baby and now you were finally pregnant. As soon as you got the news, you made your way over to a store in which they sold stuff for babies in order to get a cute little item to gift Max to break the news. While you were at the shop, you also bought some cute little shirts for both of your parents saying 'you're going to be grandparents!'. You couldn't wipe the grin off of your face anymore, which the girl behind the desk must have noticed while she was scanning the products.

"Are you pregnant?" she asked lightly, not wanting to sound rude if you weren't actually. You nodded your head and grinned like an idiot, "yes, I am! I only found out this morning."

"That's amazing, congratulations!" she exclaimed and took a look at the little shirts you got.

"The father, does he know about the baby?" she asked.

"No, I was planning on giving him this cute little shirt tonight to break the news," you smiled.

"That's so cute. By the way, you look amazing if I may say, being pregnant feels amazing."

"It really does, thank you!" you said as you handed her some cash, "you can keep the change, thanks a lot!" you said as you walked out of the store, already thinking about what to cook. You decided to make his favourite dish.

You arrived home and saw that it was getting quite late already. Quickly, you wrapped up the gifts and started preparing dinner. Max could be home any minute now. You hummed and swinged along to the song that was playing on the radio. You gasped as you felt two arms snaking around your waist, pulling you into a chest. You turned around to place a kiss on Max's lips. "You scared me, babe." He chuckled and placed a tender kiss in the crook of your neck, "sorry, baby girl. Is dinner ready?"

"Yes it is, why don't you take a seat. I'll be right with you."

-

After the two of you had had dinner and both got showered, you decided now was the right time to hand him his present. You called him over towards the living room and asked him to sit down with you.

"I got you a little present while I was out today..." you said as you put the present in his lap. He raised an eyebrow but smiled nonetheless.

"What would you get me a present for, schatje? (Love) It's not my birthday," he said confusedly, to which you rolled your eyes and told him to just unwrap the gift already.
He looked at the little shirt, blinking a few times while reading the word 'daddy' written on top of it. He looked very confused.

"'Daddy'? Look, I know you have a daddy kink, but I know that without this little shirt too?" He said, making you blush, but also facepalm your forehead and groan in response.

"Max! This is not about kinks! This is serious business. Please don't tell me you have no idea what's going on. I thought this would make it like 100 percent clear, but apparently not."

"You mean to tell me - you... you are... really?" he stammered out, eyes wide open.

"I'm pregnant. You are going to be a daddy. We're going to be parents," you said, making it extra clear for him now.

He looked up at you with teary eyes and a goofy smile on his face and pressed his hands on top of your belly. "Hey baby girl, I love you and your mama very much." he said, making you giggle at how adorable he was.

"Hey! Who says it's going to be a girl?"

"Me."