Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

Preference - Your Child's First Race

Max Verstappen
You and Max had two kids together. Lucas and Milan. Twins. They were a bit of a pain to be honest but it was worth it. Max had a race in Austin that would determine whether or not he would win the championship that year. All he had to do was come first or second. It was a rough qualifying as the engine had a problem in Q2 and he had to retire the car amd start from the pits but he still had hope and so did I. The day of the race, Max brought his two sons into see the car. They were baffled. "So you drive this car papa?" Lucas asked. Max nodded. "Can I get in?" Max lifted Lucas up and into the car and placed his helmet on his sons head. "Don't move the steering just yet. They're checking to make sure everything is okay first then you can." your son looked around inside the car and couldn't take his eyes off the steering wheel. "I want to drive this when I'm big Papa." he says through the helmet. Max smiles and turns to you. "We'll get him a kart of course." he says. "But he's only two." you say worried. "We'll get him one when he's three then." Max looks over to where his other son Milan has gone and he's looking out of the garage into the pits. Max follows him as Y/n takes over caring for Lucas in the car. Max bends down ans places à hand on his second sons shoulder. "What's up buddy?" he asked. Milan pointed at the red scar of Ferrari. "I like that one and that one too." he says pointing to the two ferrari cars. Max laughed. "So you don't like Daddy's car?" Milan shook his head "Nope!" he said popping the P. Max grabbed his sons hand and walked over to the Ferrari garage and peaked in. A voice interrupts him. "I hope you aren't trying to steal any information or tac tics from us Max." a monegasque accent says. Max rolls his eyes. "I don't need you strategy to win. I have a winning team and a winning car. I'm here with my son. He likes your car better." Charles laughs and kneels down to say hello to the little boy. "Hello. I'm Charles." he says. "Aren't you supposed to speka Italian? It's supposed to be Ciao." Milan says. Charles and Max's mouths dropped. Wow he's a little smart. "Well we need to go. You've seen the car, I need to get into mine now. Thanks Charles." Max says pulling Milan along with him. Charles nor Y/n were going to let him live that down. Oh god. He better win today.

Charles Leclerc
Oh how you had missed this. The ferrari garage. This time you weren't by yourself however because you brought you and Charles' baby daughter Marie. She was only born four months ago but Charles got her a ferrari onesie that looked like his race suit and a baby cap and baby noise cancelling headphones. He just planned ahead for his daughter's benefit. She was awake however and very alert. Her eyes were canning the place around her quickly and wanted to touch everything. Charles walked over. "How are my two favourite girls?" he asks pecking your lips and taking Marie into his arms. "Good. How's the car?" I ask him looking at it. "Alright. It could do better i suppose but we're winning races here and there." you nod and look over to him cooing at his daughter. "Can I bring her to my interviews?" he asked. "She's a baby not a toy." you laugh. "I know but look at her. She is a natural born model. My child of course she is. I am the face of Giorgio Armani after all." "Good to see you're being humble about it." I say with sarcasm dripping from my voice earning a laugh from Charles. "Can I?" you digh and nod. He let's out a little squeel and walks towards his car. "If I get in will you pass her in so I can get a photo with her?" he asked handing me the baby. I nod. He welcomes her back into his arms and sits her on his lap. She presses some buttons of the steering wheel but Charles took it out so it wouldn't do anything to the car. I snap a few pictures and show him. His smile grows wider. "Look baby, that's you and Papa." she doesn't look. She's much too into the steering wheel. "Right, my interviews. I'll see you later my love. I'm taking the baby too so she'll see you later too." I smile as Charles walks away with Marie in his arms

Lance Stroll
You walk through the paddock with your daughter Zoey holding your hand and Lance's mother beside you. Your daughter was four years old and skipping along beside us. "Grandma? Are we going back to your house after?" Zoey asks. "Maybe. It depends if your dad wants to come back to our house or not." she says down to her grandchild. "But we live really close to you grandma. Mommy, can we go?" your daughter shouts up at the engines begin roaring. "We'll see how good you are baby." You enter the garage and see Lance looking at data. He did everything he possibly could to make that car the best on track and he was succeeding at his task but we rarely saw him on the race weekend. Your daughter had just began karts, she loved everything about them. She wanted to be the girl driver of formula one when she grew up. She wanted to win a worl title as a girl and you loved her attitude towards it too. "Daddy!" she shouted over. Lance lifts his head and comes jogging over. He picks he up and plants a kiss on her cheek. "Hey sweetie. How are you doing?" he asked. "You were gone when I woke up daddy. Why didn't you wake me up?" "I had to go to the gym to work out and I had racing stuff and I woke up really really early, the irdies weren't even awake baby." she nodded. "Okay. Can I see the car?" he took her over and she gazed upon the beautiful piece of work. She traced her fingers along every curve on the car and she smiled while doing it. "I wanna do this when I get big Daddy. I wanna drive the car. I wanna have a helmet like yours." he picks up his helmet and puts it on her head. "And I know you can do it. Just work hard and you'll do it." Let's just say that quote stuck with her for the rest of her life, up until she became the first woman to win a world title in every formula racing including formula one.

Alexander Albon
Alex's mum walked with her grandson in her hand while you pushed the pram up the paddock. Your eldest son Arthur was attending his first race and you had brought your baby daughter Mila too. Alex had the diver briefing to attend before the race so you all decided to walk around and much to nobody's surprise, Mila fell asleep and Arthur was on the verge of it. "Mummy?" Arthur whined. "Yes? What's wrong my little Prince?" you reply. "I'm hungry and my feet hurt and I want to sleep and it's too hot but when I take my jacket off I get too cold." You smile. "Well go to the hospitality lounge to get you some food yeah?" he nods as you all make your way to the lounge. He is enjoying a small chocolate muffin and some orange juice and you're feeding the baby when Alex comes in. "Hey, there's my man. How you doing buddy?" he says picking up and placing him on his knee. The netflix cameras pointed towards your little family to capture the cute moment. "I'm eating. You want some?" he asks. Alex refuses the offer. "No, no. Dad can't eat right now. He has to get in the car in a half an hour." He looked worn down. "You're exhausted." you say looking into his eyes. "I can't wait to sleep honestly. I hate night races so much for this reason. It may look pretty but I'm always tired and I've drank way too much caffeine today." he laughs. You nod taking a sip of your (tea or coffee whichever you prefer). "Well, you're going to do great. We all know it. Isn't that right baby?" you say placing your hand on your son's. "No." There was a silence. "Lewis is gonna hit him off track again." We all laugh a bit. "No, I'm going to be so far ahead he won't see me." "But you were ahead all those other times. He didn't slow down just to hit you." "I'm starting to think you like the Mercedes." his grandmother laughed. He nodded and returned to his muffin with Alex looking hurt by his son's response.

George Russell
George had his two year old boy in his arms and his five year old daughter on his shoulders. What a way to win a championship with your family around you. George had won the championship in Brazil and he was delighted when ou and the kids showed up. You were expecting a third too and you were Ix months along. "We did it baby girl!" he shouted up to his daughter. "And we did it mister." he said looking into his one year old's eyes. He had the same eyes as his mother but his hair. His daughter Melody was everything he was. Blondish hair, blue eyes and an attitude to go along with it. He brought his children up to the podium to stand up on the top step as he lifted his trophy. He even got them sparkling water in a mini chapgne bottle to spray their dad with. He had to leave them on the side as the two other drivers, Alex and Carlos sprayed the champagne but he then brought the two of them out to spray theirs. They lifted his trophy and emptied their bottles. Your daughter sprayed the champagne but your son straight up drank it. All that was needed now was for the mother to come along and get into the picture. He grabbed you by the waist and whispered "Who would have known that I'd be with the shy girl that interviewed me all those years ago." He was right. Who would've guessed?

Lando Norris
Lando jumped out of his car and ran to his wife and daughters. He came second in his home grand prix. It was your daughters' first race and they absolutely loved it. You were almost eight months pregnant and Lando thought it would be a good idea to do the gender reveal with the car. He got someone to put the powder into the exhaust and he began doing donuts. Blue. A boy. Your first boy. You heard him on his radio. "It's a boy! It's a fucking boy! Let's go guys! WOOH!" you began crying happy tears. Finally you'd have a little boy. Lando ran into your arms and kissed you belly. "Hey little dude. How are you doing? And how are my little girls doing?" "Did you win?" your eldest asked. He shacked his head. "No I came second. It was close though wasn't it?" His PR poked on his shoulder and whispered something in his ear. He jumped up and down. "I won! I fucking won! Max got a time penalty and now he's second! Y/n! I won! Perfect day. That's it. Oh my god!" He celebrated the podium with the two other drivers, Max and Charles and he gave you the trophy and the helmet as a souvenir.