Hii Babes Could You Do Logan X Reader And Its His First Fathers Day Or Oscar If Your Comfortable With

Hii babes could you do Logan x reader and it’s his first Father’s Day or Oscar if your comfortable with it thanksss

The sound of engines roared in the distance, blending with the cheers of the crowd that filled the Formula 1 paddock. It was a scorching day in July, and the world's fastest drivers were preparing for another thrilling race weekend. Amongst the bustling chaos, Y/N Sargeant, wife of renowned F1 driver Logan Sargeant, navigated through the lively atmosphere with their adorable son, Parker, cradled in her arms.

As they walked toward Logan's team garage, Y/N couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. It was Parker's first time attending a Grand Prix, and it happened to coincide with Logan's first Father's Day. The couple had been looking forward to this day for months, eager to share their passion for racing with their son.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the grid, Y/N held Parker in her arms, gently rocking him back and forth. "Are you ready for your first race, Parker? Daddy's going to be amazing out there," she cooed in German, her voice filled with love.

Logan approached them, his race suit zipped up, and a proud smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around Y/N and Parker, kissing their foreheads. "Guten Morgen, meine Lieben," he greeted them, his voice filled with warmth. "Are you excited, Parker? We're going to have so much fun today."

Parker, with his chubby cheeks and bright blue eyes, gurgled in response, his tiny fingers reaching out to grab at the colorful lanyard around Y/N's neck, which held their paddock passes.

Logan, clad in his racing suit, approached them with a beaming smile. His eyes lit up when he saw his wife and son, and he eagerly scooped Parker into his arms.

"Hey there my champion" Logan greeted his son "Ready to cheer Daddy on today?"

Parker responded with a toothless grin, seemingly sensing the excitement that surrounded him.

Y/N leaned in and pressed a kiss to Logan's cheek. "Happy Father's Day, Liebster. You're an incredible dad, and I'm so proud of you."

Logan's face softened as he held his family close. "Thank you, princess. I couldn't ask for a better gift than you and Parker"

Their tender moment was interrupted by the arrival of other F1 drivers and their families. Charles Leclerc approached with his girlfriend Emma and his son Marco, in his arms. He grinned at Logan and Y/N.

"Happy Father's Day, Logan!" Charles exclaimed, extending a hand to Logan while Marco curiously observed Parker. “It's a special feeling, isn't it? Seeing your little one grow up in this world of racing"

Logan nodded, his eyes shining with pride, Logan shook Charles' hand warmly. “Happy Father's Day to you too. How's Marco doing? And absolutely, it's a whole new level of joy and responsibility. But I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"Parker is excited to be here today," she said, glancing over at their son who was squirming in her arms. "It's his first time attending a Grand Prix"

As if on cue, Parker giggled, his tiny hands reaching out towards the colorful F1 cars lining the grid

"Look, Marco, this is your new friend Parker!" Emma exclaimed, smiling warmly.

"He's growing up so fast," Charles replied, his voice tinged with awe. "But I suppose that's what happens when you're born into this racing world"

Y/N nodded, understanding the sentiment. "I can't believe how quickly Parker is growing too. It feels like just yesterday we brought him home"

Daniel Ricciardo joined the conversation, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "So, mate, how does it feel to have a mini-you cheering you on from the grandstands?"

Logan's gaze softened as he looked at his son. "It's indescribable, Dan. Seeing him here, witnessing his first Grand Prix, it means the world to me. I can't wait for him to grow up surrounded by this incredible sport"

Parker wriggled in Logan's arms, reaching out to touch Marco's face. The two babies giggled, their laughter filling the air as their fathers exchanged stories and advice.

Y/N gently placed him on the ground, and he wobbled his way towards the other drivers' children who were playing nearby.

Max Verstappen's son Noah, Marco and Parker were already engrossed in painting the paddock with colored chalks. Parker’s laughter blending with the cheerful voices of the little ones. Meanwhile, Y/N and Logan watched, beaming with pride.

Max Verstappen's daughter, Sofia, giggled as Parker tried to catch up to her. The two children toddled hand in hand, their laughter contagious.

"Looks like we have future racers on our hands," Max said with a grin, watching the two children.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Y/N replied

"I think our little racer is making friends," Y/N said, her eyes never leaving Parker

"Logan, do you remember when Parker tried to imitate your victory celebration?" Max Verstappen chuckled, recalling a recent race weekend. "He's already a natural-born racer"

YN grinned, watching as Parker clumsily attempted to mimic his father's podium jump. "He definitely takes after his father. I have a feeling we'll be seeing him on the track in the future"

Logan's heart swelled with pride, his gaze alternating between YN and their son. "Maybe one day, he'll even surpass me"

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice. "Logan! Y/N!" It was Lando Norris, his own son, Oliver, perched on his shoulders.

"Hey, Lando!" Logan greeted with a grin. "Happy Father's Day, mate"

Lando grinned back. "Thanks, mate. Looks like our kids are having a blast together" Lando was accompanied by his girlfriend, and together they admired Parker with adoration.

"Thanks, Lando!" Logan grinned. "By the way, congratulations for the last race. You're on fire this season!"

Lando shrugged modestly. "Just doing my best” he was saying before being interrupted by Oliver as he was chasing after Parker, their laughter echoing through the paddock, and he and his girlfriend, Lauren, laughed at their son's antics.

"Y/N, how are you finding motherhood?" Kika, Pierre Gasly's partner, asked with a smile

"It's an incredible journey," Y/N replied, her voice filled with warmth. "Watching Parker grow and discover new things every day is a blessing"

As Y/N they exchanged pleasantries, the other drivers and their families joined the growing circle of camaraderie. Sergio Perez's sons Carlota, Sergio and Emilio, toddled around with a mischievous glint in his eyes, followed closely by Daniel Ricciardo's son, Leo.

She noticed Lewis Hamilton with his own bundle of joy, Amelia, and approached him.

"Good afternoon, Lewis. How is Amelia doing?" YN inquired, her voice filled with warmth.

Lewis grinned, holding his daughter close. "She's doing great, thanks. Can't believe how quickly time flies. Before I know it, she'll be asking for her own racing car!"

"Happy Father's Day, Logan! And Y/N, little Parker is growing so quickly. He's going to be a force to be reckoned with, just like his dad."

Y/N chuckled, gently bouncing Parker. "Thank you, Lewis. We're excited to see what the future holds for our little racer."

It was a scene filled with laughter and joy—a glimpse into the future of the F1 paddock.

The warm camaraderie continued as more drivers stopped by to offer their well wishes. Yuki Tsunoda playfully ruffled Parker's hair, while Daniel Ricciardo shared a humorous anecdote about his first Father's Day.

As the time for the race drew near, Y/N and Logan exchanged a meaningful look. They both knew how much this day meant to them—a celebration of their love, family, and the shared passion that brought them together.

"Let's make this a day to remember, Liebster," Y/N whispered, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Logan tightened his grip on Parker, his heart full of love and determination. "Absolutely, sweetheart. Today, we race for more than just victory."

With their spirits lifted by the support of their F1 family, Logan and Y/N walked hand in hand toward the pit lane. As the cars thundered past, leaving behind a symphony of speed and power, Logan revved his engine, ready to give it his all on the track.

For Logan, Y/N, and little Parker, this would forever be remembered as the day their racing hearts beat as one—a testament to the strength of their love, their devotion as parents, and the unbreakable bond that tied them together.

With renewed determination, Logan kissed Y/N's forehead before heading towards the briefing room. The race weekend had become an extraordinary blend of joy, love, and the thrill of competition

Later, as the engines roared on the grid, Y/N, holding Parker in her arms, joined the other F1 families in the spectator area. Logan's car lined up on the grid, the anticipation palpable. Y/N whispered to Parker, who stared wide-eyed at the colorful spectacle before him.

"Parker, mein kleiner Champion, look at Daddy go. He's going to show everyone what he's made of."

As the lights went out and the race began, Y/N's heart swelled with pride for her husband and the father of her child. The adrenaline rushed through her veins, mirroring the intense energy on the track.

Parker, sensing his mother's excitement, clapped his hands and babbled happily, the echoes of his laughter blending with the roar of the engines.

Hours flew by, and as Logan crossed the finish line in a respectable position, the crowd erupted with applause. Y/N, carrying Parker on her hip, joined the cheering, her voice ringing with pride.

"You did it, Logan! Happy Father's Day!" she exclaimed, her words mingling with the cheers of the crowd.

The F1 families gathered once again, celebrating the successful race and Father's Day. As they shared stories and laughter, the children played together, their young spirits echoing the joy and unity of their parents.

"I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day," Y/N whispered, leaning into Logan's embrace.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. "Neither could I, love, this is what racing is all about. Family, friendship, and the love that keeps us going."

When the paddock quieted down, the Sargeant family made their way back to their motorhome. Logan cradled Parker in his arms, gazing down at his son's peaceful face.

“My little man," Logan whispered, his voice full of tenderness. "One day, you'll know how much joy and purpose you bring to my life. I'll always be there for you"

"Parker is lucky to have you as his mom," Logan whispered, his voice full of adoration.

Y/N smiled, feeling a surge of love for her husband. "And he's lucky to have you as his dad, Logan. Happy Father's Day."

Logan's eyes shimmered with emotion as he held Y/N's gaze. "Happy Father's Day, Y/N. I couldn't imagine a better partner and mother for our son."

In that moment, as Logan sped away, adrenaline surging through his veins, he couldn't help but feel grateful—for the privilege of being a father, for the support of his teammates and fellow drivers, and for the incredible woman and son waiting for him in the pits.

Together, they embarked on a race not just to the checkered flag but to a future filled with love, happiness, and the indomitable spirit of the racing world.

Behind the camera -> Prologue

"Maman, Papa, you promised to tell me something special today," Lorenzo said, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Pascale exchanged a loving glance with Hervé and then smiled at their eager son. "Well, Lorenzo, you are going to be a big brother," she announced, her voice brimming with joy.

Lorenzo's face lit up with delight. "Really? I'm going to have a little brother or sister?" he asked, hardly able to contain his excitement.

Pascale laughed gently and nodded. "Actually, you're going to have both! You're going to be a big brother of twins!"

"Des jumeaux?! Deux frères ou deux sœurs?" Lorenzo asked, his French flowing naturally as he processed the news. (Twins?! Two brothers or two sisters?)

Hervé grinned. "Un frère et une sœur" he replied. {One brother and one sister}

Lorenzo's eyes widened even more, realizing he was going to have a brother and a sister. "C'est incroyable!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around his parents' necks in a tight hug (This is incredible!)

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Over the next few months, Pascale's pregnancy progressed beautifully, but with the joy of having twins came the challenges of carrying two babies at once. She experienced intense cravings, sometimes even at odd hours of the night.

"Maman, you want pickles and ice cream for breakfast?!" Lorenzo chuckled one morning as he found his mother raiding the fridge.

She grinned sheepishly. "It's the babies, they're making me crave all sorts of things," she explained, trying to balance a jar of pickles and a tub of ice cream in her hands.

As the due date approached, Pascale's anticipation mingled with nervousness. Her pregnancy had been more tiring than the first time she carried Lorenzo, and giving birth to twins presented its own set of challenges

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The day had finally arrived - October 16th, a day that would forever change the lives of the Leclerc family. Pascale, the expectant mother, was lying in her hospital bed, surrounded by her husband Hervé and their eldest son Lorenzo. The anticipation in the air was palpable as they eagerly awaited the arrival of the newest additions to their family

Inside the delivery room, the medical team prepared for the unique challenge that lay ahead. Pascale's pregnancy had been a rollercoaster, and as the time approached, the doctors were on high alert. The twins were fraternal, but it had become evident during the course of the pregnancy that they were different in more than just their gender. Yn, the youngest, had been nestled lower in her mother's womb, making her delivery more complicated.

Meanwhile, Lorenzo was staying with Philippe Bianchi and his family, a friend of his dad. Jules, who was now eight years old, was Lorenzo’s best friend and Charles’ future godfather. The two boys eagerly waited for news of the twins' arrival.

"Do you think they'll be okay, Jules?" Lorenzo asked, his eyes filled with concern.

Jules patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Of course, they will! Your maman and papa are strong, and the doctors are taking good care of them. We'll get to meet the babies soon!"

As the clock struck noon, the contractions intensified, and Pascale's grip on Hervé's hand tightened. "Ça fait mal," she said, her face contorting with pain (It hurts)

Hervé, trying to be the supportive husband he always was, replied, "Tout va bien se passer, mon amour. Les médecins sont là pour nous aider." (Everything will be fine, my love. The doctors are here to help us.)

In the Bianchi house, Lorenzo was pacing back and forth, his nerves getting the better of him. He was excited about having siblings, but the thought of being responsible for two new lives made him feel a mix of emotions. He glanced at his father, who was trying his best to reassure him with a smile.

Back in the delivery room, Pascale was giving it her all. The medical staff encouraged her, "Vous faites du bon travail, Madame Leclerc. Bientôt, vos bébés seront là" (You're doing a great job, Mrs. Leclerc. Soon, your babies will be here)

After what felt like an eternity, the moment had arrived. The first cries of a baby filled the room. Charles had made his entrance into the world. Relief washed over Pascale, and tears welled up in Hervé's eyes as he saw his son for the first time.

The medical team continued to work efficiently, and soon, both babies were cleaned and swaddled in warm blankets. Hervé and Lorenzo were allowed into the room to meet the newest members of their family.

The moment Hervé and Pascale laid eyes on their newborn twins, tears of joy streamed down their cheeks. Pascale whispered softly in French, "Ils sont tellement beaux, nos bébés." (They are so beautiful, our babies.)

Hervé kissed her forehead and replied, "Oui, ils le sont, mon amour. (Yes, they are, my love.) Our little miracles."

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The next day, with the newborn twins cradled in Pascale's arms, Lorenzo entered the hospital room, his excitement palpable. He approached the bed, looking down at his new siblings with awe.

"Hey, little ones," he said softly. "Je suis ton grand frère Lorenzo {I am your big brother Lorenzo} They're so tiny!" he exclaimed, carefully touching Yn's tiny hand and then Charles’

Hervé smiled proudly and placed an arm around Lorenzo's shoulders. "Yes, they are. Meet your baby brother, Charles, and your baby sister, Yn"

"Charles et Yn?" Lorenzo repeated their names with a hint of wonder in his voice

"Yes, Charles and Yn," Pascale said, her eyes shining with joy

"Maman, they're adorable!" Lorenzo said, beaming at his mother. "I promise to be the best big brother ever!"

Tears of joy welled up in Pascale's eyes as she pulled her son into a warm embrace. "You already are, mon chéri. I know you'll be an amazing big brother to them"

The Leclerc family was overjoyed with the new additions. News of the twins' arrival spread quickly, and soon the hospital room was filled with family members eager to meet the newest additions. Uncles, aunts, and cousins showered the twins with love and affection, while their grandparents couldn't stop beaming with pride.

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Jules, the godfather, was ecstatic when he finally got to meet the twins. He bent down and kissed their foreheads gently, promising to protect them and be the best godfather he could be.

Jules Bianchi, Charles' godfather, was only eight years old, but he felt incredibly responsible and honored to be given such an important role. When he heard the news, he rushed to the hospital with a small gift in hand. "Bienvenue, les petits! Je suis votre parrain, Jules." (Welcome, little ones! I'm your godfather, Jules.)

The room filled with laughter and joy as everyone celebrated the arrival of the twins. Yn and Charles were already surrounded by an immense amount of love from their family and friends.

As the days turned into weeks, and the twins grew, their bond with Lorenzo strengthened. They had an unbreakable connection as the Leclerc siblings, and the world was eager to see the adventures that awaited them.

could you do a leclercxsister with all her brothers. Maybe where she has to have a blood test or an injections and she is scared of needles and than once it’s done she faints so all her brothers comfort her when she is having it happening . Sorry if this is a but specific.

Y/N Leclerc was never a fan of needles. The mere thought of them sent shivers down her spine, and today, you found herself in the daunting position of needing a blood test. Her maman, usually her pillar of support, couldn't make it this time to accompany her little, not-so little girl, which, as a result made the nerves consume her entirely.

The waiting room seemed colder than usual, filled with an unsettling quietness. Yn fidgeted in her seat, unable to shake off the unease that gripped her. Meanwhile, her older brother Lorenzo watched her with concern, noticing her restless movements.

"Tu vas bien, Y/N?" (Are you alright, Y/N?) Lorenzo asked in a gentle tone, leaning closer to you.

Yn nodded, trying to reassure herself. "Oui, ça va. Just a little nervous," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Charles, her other brother, joined the conversation, his voice filled with brotherly affection. "Ne t'en fais pas, petite sœur. We're here with you. We won't let anything happen."

His words offered some comfort, reminding her that she were not alone. Yn glanced at her youngest brother, Arthur, who had an infectious smile that always lifted her spirits. He, too, shared encouraging words.

"Don't worry, Y/N. Joris and Andrea are here as well. You'll be fine," Arthur said, giving her a thumbs-up.

Joris, Charles' photographer and close friend, and Andrea, Charles' trainer and performance coach, approached Yn. Joris smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting genuine concern. "Hey, Y/N, we're here for you. You're in good hands."

Andrea, with his distinctive Italian accent, added, "Si, Y/N. Non preoccuparti. (Yes, Y/N. Don't worry.) We will make sure you're comfortable."

The nurse called her name, and her heart skipped a beat. The fear intensified as Yn walked towards the examination room, her steps shaky. Charles placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, guiding her gently.

"You've got this, Y/N," he said, his voice steady. "We believe in you"

The nurse prepared everything, her calming presence offering a sliver of relief. As she readied the needle, her breaths quickened, and her hands grew clammy. The fear threatened to overwhelm the girl.

Charles moved closer, gripping her hand tightly. "Regarde-moi, Y/N. (Look at me, Y/N.) Breathe with me," he said softly, his eyes locked with hers.

In sync with Charles, she focused on his steady breathing, imitating his deep inhales and slow exhales. His presence alone eased some of her anxiety, grounding her in the present moment.

Lorenzo, always protective, placed a hand on her shoulder. "You're doing great, Y/N. Almost there," he encouraged, his voice steady and comforting.

Joris, ever the optimist, chimed in. "Just think of it as a small prick, and it'll be over before you know it."

Andrea, leaning against the wall, offered a comforting smile. "Respira, Y/N. Sarai fatta in un attimo. (Breathe, Y/N. It will be over in no time.)"

With the support of her brothers, Yn managed to stay composed throughout the procedure. The nurse finished drawing her blood, and as relief washed over her, her vision blurred, and the world faded away. The overwhelming emotions had finally taken their toll, causing the youngest Leclerc to lose consciousness.

"What happened?" Joris asked, worry etched on his face.

"She fainted," the nurse replied, his voice tinged with concern. "But don't worry, she's going to be fine."

When she awoke, Yn found herself in a cozy room, tucked under a warm blanket. The soft sound of familiar voices reached her ears, and as her vision cleared, she saw the concerned faces of her brothers and friends surrounding her.

When Y/N came to, she found herself lying on a nearby couch in the examination room. Her brothers and their friends surrounded her, looking genuinely concerned.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," Arthur teased gently, ruffling her hair.

Y/N groaned softly, feeling slightly embarrassed by the fainting spell. "Did I really faint?"

Charles chuckled. "Yes, but don't worry about it. It happens to the best of us. How are you feeling?"

Yn groaned, her voice weak. "Like I got hit by a truck.""

Andrea chimed in, "È normale sentirsi così dopo un'iniezione, tesoro." (It's normal to feel like this after an injection, sweetheart.)

Joris handed her a glass of water. "Take it easy, Y/N. You'll be fine."

Andrea, his voice soothing, offered words of reassurance. "You were brave, Y/N. You faced her fear head-on. We are proud of you."

As she sipped the water, a profound sense of gratitude filled her heart. Despite her fear, her brothers and friends had surrounded her with love and support, giving her the strength to overcome her anxiety. Yn realized then that she were never alone in facing life's challenges.

With a renewed sense of courage, she sat up, her gaze meeting each of their concerned faces. "Thank you, everyone," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Lorenzo smiled, pulling her into a gentle hug. "We're always here for you, Y/N. Remember that."

As she basked in the warmth of her family's embrace, Yn knew that no matter what lay ahead, she would always find comfort and strength in their unwavering support.

The sun rose above the horizon, casting a golden hue over the Formula 1 circuit. The air buzzed with anticipation as the engines roared to life, signaling the start of another thrilling race. Among the drivers, a young and talented rookie stood at the center of attention, ready to take on the challenges that lay ahead. This is the story of their journey - a tale of ambition, camaraderie, and the unyielding pursuit of victory.

At just 19, she was the youngest driver on the grid, and expectations were high. With determination etched on her face, she stepped into her sleek racing car, ready to prove herself.

As the lights went out, YN's talent shone through as she weaved through the pack, showcasing her skill and audacious moves. Yet, as the laps went by, the pressure mounted, and her inexperience began to show. A near-miss with the barriers drew the attention of the media, and soon, the press was relentless in scrutinizing her every move.

"Youngest driver, but is she ready for Formula 1?" headlines questioned. The pressure weighed heavily on YN, and she struggled to keep her focus amidst the noise of doubt.

Amidst the relentless scrutiny, the young driver found unexpected support from two fellow rookies - Logan Sargeant and Oscar Piastri.

Logan, with his steely determination and unwavering focus, approached the young driver with a reassuring smile. "Don't let the press get to you," he said, his voice laced with conviction. "We're all in this together, and we've got your back."

Oscar, a calm and calculated presence, chimed in, "He's right. We rookies need to stick together. We're the future of this sport, and we can't let the pressure break us."

The young driver nodded, grateful for their words of encouragement. Little did they know that fate had more surprises in store for them. Their teammate, the fierce and experienced Max Verstappen, entered the scene. He had a reputation for being ruthless on the track, but his demeanor softened as he approached the rookie.

As he geared up for the first race of the season, Yn found herself standing beside her teammate, Max Verstappen, one of the most experienced and tflourished drivers on the grid.

Max, with a confident smile, patted her on the back. "Hey, kid. Ready to show them what you've got?"

Yn nodded, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through her veins. "Absolutely, Max. I won't let you down."

"I've been where you are," Max admitted, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "The critics will always be there, but you have something they don't - raw talent. Just focus on your driving, and everything else will fall into place."

Throughout the season, the bond between the four drivers grew stronger. They formed an unbreakable alliance, a brotherhood bound by the shared passion for racing. They spent long hours in the paddock, discussing strategies, analyzing each other's techniques, and engaging in playful banter.

On a particularly challenging race weekend, where rain lashed down upon the circuit, the young driver struggled to find their footing. Doubt crept in, threatening to undermine their confidence. Sensing their distress, Logan stepped forward.

"Listen, mate," he began, his voice resolute. "You've got the skills, the talent. Now, trust yourself. Remember why you're here. Let your passion drive you forward."

Max and Oscar joined in, their words like a symphony of encouragement. "Believe in yourself," Max urged. "We believe in you."

"Never forget the joy of racing," Oscar added. "That's what got us all hooked in the first place."

As the season progressed, YN's performances continued to improve. Her passion and dedication had caught the attention of the seasoned drivers on the grid. They admired her talent and determination, and soon, she became a respected competitor.

At the end of a challenging race in the rain at Spa-Francorchamps, YN stood on the podium for the first time in her career. She was overwhelmed with emotion as the champagne sprayed and her fellow rookies, Logan and Oscar, joined her in celebration.

"This is for all the people who believed in me, even when I doubted myself," YN said in her interview, her voice shaking with joy and Max pulled her into a hug before doing his P1 interview

"You've come a long way, YN," he said, extending his hand. "You've proven yourself as one of the best out here."

With tears of joy in her eyes, YN shook Max's hand and thanked him. She knew that without the support and guidance of Logan, Oscar, and Max, she wouldn't have reached this pinnacle of success. She knew that without the support and guidance of Logan, Oscar, and Max, she wouldn't have reached this pinnacle of success.

As the season ended, YN reflected on her journey. The challenges, the doubts, and the scrutiny had made her stronger. The bond she shared with Logan, Oscar, and Max transcended competition, proving that in the fast-paced world of Formula 1, true friendships and support were worth more than any trophy.

From that moment on, YN's journey in Formula 1 took on a new dimension. The challenges were still there, but she faced them with newfound strength, guided by the wisdom and support of her friends and mentors.

Heeeey! Can you write about the first time that the reader meets Logan’s mom?

The bright Florida sun cascaded down on Palm Beach as Yn stepped out of the airport, her eyes squinting against the intense rays. She took a deep breath, soaking in the unfamiliar scents of the humid air. This was her first trip to the United States, and she couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She adjusted her glasses and clutched her bag tighter, reminding herself that she was about to meet Logan’s parents for the first time.

Her relationship with Logan had blossomed over the past four months, ever since they met in the UK where she lived. They connected instantly, and she fell deeply in love with the charming and talented F1 driver. Logan had always spoken fondly of his family, particularly his parents, Madelyn and Daniel, and his older brother, Dalton. But as Yn hailed a taxi to their luxurious Palm Beach residence, doubts began to creep into her mind.

"We're here," Logan said, his voice filled with excitement. "I can't wait for you to meet my family."

"What if they don't like me?" she worried, her Italian accent evident as she muttered to herself. "What if they think I'm not good enough for you?"

Logan chuckled, pulling her closer. "Trust me, they're going to love you. Just be yourself, and everything will be fine."

Taking a deep breath, Y/N followed Logan through the bustling airport. She was anxious about meeting his parents.

The taxi ride felt endless, the anticipation tightening Yn's chest with each passing mile. When she finally arrived at the Sargeant mansion, her heart raced even faster. She took a deep breath, muttering a silent prayer for strength and confidence, before knocking on the grand entrance door.

The door swung open to reveal Logan's mother, Madelyn. She had a warm smile that instantly put YN at ease. "You must be YN!" Madelyn exclaimed, pulling her into a gentle hug. "Logan has told us so much about you. Please, come in."

"Mom," Logan said, his voice filled with affection. "This is Y/N. Y/N, meet my mom, Madelyn."

Y/N offered a shy smile as Madelyn turned her attention toward her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Sargeant," Y/N greeted nervously.

Madelyn laughed gently, putting a hand on Y/N's arm. "Please, call me Madelyn. None of that 'Mrs. Sargeant' stuff. We're family now."

“Dad, this is Y/N," Logan introduced, his voice filled with pride. "Y/N, meet my dad, Daniel."

"Welcome to our home, Yn," Daniel greeted. "Logan has told us so much about you. You can call me Daniel, and this is my eldest son, Dalton."

Y/N nervously extended her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sargeant."

Daniel gently clasped Y/N's hand and shook it warmly. "Please, call me Daniel. We're delighted to finally meet you, Y/N."

Dalton, who shared a resemblance to Logan, grinned and shook Yn's hand. "Nice to meet you, Yn. Logan has been talking nonstop about you. I'm glad we finally get to meet”

Logan playfully pushed his older brother, Dalton, away. "Dalton, stop embarrassing me."

Dalton turned his attention to Y/N and offered her a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. I've heard so much about you, as I said Logan can't stop talking about you."

Y/N blushed, feeling a wave of warmth wash over her. "It's great to meet you too, Dalton. Logan has told me a lot about you as well."

The conversation flowed naturally as they sat down, sipping on refreshments. Yn found herself feeling more at ease, realizing that her worries were unfounded. The Sargeant family genuinely cared for Logan's happiness, and it showed in their warmth and acceptance.

After dinner, Logan took YN for a stroll along the beach. The waves crashed against the shore as they walked hand in hand, the moon casting a gentle glow over them.

"You were so nervous earlier," Logan said, squeezing YN's hand. "But look how well it turned out. My family adores you."

YN smiled, her heart filled with happiness. "I was worried they wouldn't like me because of our differences."

Logan stopped and turned to face her, cupping her face with his hands. "My family values the person you are, not where you come from. And they saw the same incredible person in you that I fell in love with."

Tears welled up in YN's eyes as she wrapped her arms around Logan, embracing him tightly. "I'm so grateful to have you in my life," she whispered.

Logan held her close, their hearts beating as one. "You belong with me, YN. No matter where we come from, love conquers all."

As they walked back to the house, hand in hand, YN knew that she had found a second family in Logan's. The journey to Palm Beach had brought her love and acceptance beyond her wildest dreams. Together, they would face any challenges that lay ahead, knowing that their love could overcome any obstacle.

And so, in the embrace of Logan's love, YN's anxieties faded away, replaced by the joy and excitement of a future filled with laughter, shared dreams, and the unwavering support of a loving family.

Over the next few days, Yn immersed herself in the Sargeants' lives. They took her sightseeing, showed her their favorite local spots, and shared countless stories, laughter, and heartfelt conversations. Yn discovered that despite their wealth and privilege, the Sargeants were grounded and compassionate people.

One evening, as they gathered around the dinner table, Yn couldn't contain her gratitude any longer. She looked at Logan's parents, her voice filled with sincerity.

"Madelyn, Daniel," she began, her eyes shimmering with emotion, "I want to thank you for welcoming me into your home and your family. I was so worried that I wouldn't fit in, but you've made me feel like part of the Sargeant family."

Madelyn reached across the table, grasping Yn's hand gently. "Yn, dear, we're happy to have you here. It's not about wealth or status; it's about the love we share with our children. Logan loves you, and that means the world to us."

Daniel nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with fatherly pride. "You've brought so much joy into Logan's life. We can see how much he cares about you, and that's what matters."

Yn's heart overflowed with warmth as tears welled up in her eyes. Logan's family's acceptance meant everything to her. In that moment, she knew she had found not only the love of her life but also a second family.

As the days turned into weeks, Yn's trip to Florida became a cherished memory. She formed a deep bond with the Sargeants, and the distance between her humble Italian origins and their luxurious lifestyle seemed to vanish. Yn realized that love transcends societal boundaries and that the warmth of a genuine connection was worth more than any material wealth.

On her last day, as they prepared to say their goodbyes, Yn hugged each member of the Sargeant family tightly. Tears of gratitude streamed down her face.

"Thank you for everything," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I will cherish these moments forever."

Logan held her close, his voice filled with love and reassurance. "Yn, you've won over my family's hearts, and you've captured mine completely. I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

With bittersweet farewells, they left the sunny Palm Beach to having to go to the cloudy UK, carrying the love and acceptance of the Sargeant family with her. As she boarded the plane, she knew that her connection with Logan and his family would only grow stronger, transcending borders and cultures.

Yn was no longer a girl from a humble family; she was a woman deeply loved by the Sargeant family, with a heart that knew no boundaries.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon at the Leclerc household, and Y/N sat on her bed, scrolling through TikTok on her phone. Her eyes lit up as she stumbled upon a hilarious trend where siblings imitated each other. She couldn't resist the opportunity to have some fun with her older brother, Arthur, who was known for his disorganized nature. Grinning mischievously, she got up and went to find Arthur.

"Hey, Artie! Guess what we're doing today?" she exclaimed, waving her phone in the air, finding him in his room surrounded by a mountain of clothes.

Arthur turned to look at his younger sister, raising an eyebrow. "What's up, Y/N?"

"I have an idea! Let's do a TikTok trend together! We'll imitate each other!" Y/N exclaimed, excitement radiating from her.

Arthur chuckled, intrigued by his sister's suggestion. "Alright, let's give it a shot. But how do we start?"

The first TikTok video idea was simple: imitating each other's morning routines. Y/N loved pampering herself with a thorough skincare routine, while Arthur was known for being a bit disorganized. They set up the camera in the bathroom, ready to begin.

Y/N, acting as Arthur, exaggeratedly tossed clothes around the room, pretending to search for something amidst the chaos. "Ugh, where's my phone? I can't find it!" (Ugh, où est mon téléphone portable? Je ne trouve rien!)

"Hey, I'm Arthur, and all I care about is racing," she said in a deep voice, mimicking her brother's mannerisms. "Who needs skincare and makeup when you can go fast?"

Y/N smirked and put on her best Arthur impression, adopting a mock-serious tone. “Bonjour à tous! I am Arthur Leclerc, the greatest F2 driver of all time!"

Arthur burst into laughter, watching his sister's amusing performance. "Hey, that's not how I sound!” They both burst into laughter, their lighthearted banter filling the room.

A short while later, Y/N and Arthur set up their makeshift filming area in Y/N's room. The camera began rolling, and Arthur held a makeup brush in her hand, imitating Yn’s voice and mannerisms.

"Bonjour, everyone! Today, I'm going to show you my daily skincare routine!" Arthur said, putting on a comical voice. "First, I'll start with my favorite cleanser. It's the secret to my skin!"

Arthur, adopting Y/N's meticulousness, showcased a mock skincare routine, diligently applying various creams and serums. "You know, it takes a lot of effort to keep this face looking this good," he said, feigning seriousness.

“Yn why do you need all of that” she imitates what her brother tells her every day.

“You don’t understand anything, get out” he imitates his sister’s moody self in the mornings

Arthur mimics Y/N's voice and delicate gestures as he pretended to apply skincare products. "Et voilà! My skin will be radiant”

Y/N couldn't help but burst into laughter at her brother's attempts. "Okay, next up, we have a special guest! Carla!"

Arthur pretended to steal his girlfriend Carla, as if he was his sister, for a shopping spree. Arthur grumbled in exaggerated annoyance, imitating Y/N's voice perfectly. "Ugh, Arthur, can I take Carla shopping with me? She has way better fashion sense than you!"

Y/N, channeling her brother's irritation, crossed her arms and pouted. "Fine, but just this once!"

The camera rolling as Arthur took on the role of Yn. He rummaged through her wardrobe, mimicking her indecisive self of choosing what to wear. Holding up a colorful shirt, he mused, "Hmm, should I wear this for grocery shopping? Let's ask everyone in the house!"

Walking out of her room, he found Charles, her older brother, and asked him, "Qu'est-ce que tu penses de cette tenue?" (What do you think of this outfit?)

Charles chuckled, playing along. "(Eh bien, c'est très…coloré)" (Well, it's very… colorful.)

Then he went to Yn, who’s imitating him, “Turo, what do you think about this for going to the supermarket, and are you sure this shade of lipstick matches my outfit?" Arthur asked, pointing at the tube in his hand. "Maybe I should go with something a little more… adventurous?"

"Y/N, we're just going grocery shopping, no to Jimmy’z. You don't need to try on ten different outfits," yn imitates what he would normally tell her when she asks him.

Next, he found Lorenzo, the oldest brother, and asked, "Comment ça va avec ces chaussures?" (How does it go with these shoes?)

Lorenzo laughed, "Pas mal, mais ça pourrait être mieux" (Not bad, but it could be better)

Finally, Arthur sought the opinion of their mother, Pascale. "Maman, que penses-tu de cette tenue pour les courses?" (Mom, what do you think of this outfit for grocery shopping?)

Pascale smiled and replied, "C'est très joli, ma chérie" (It's very lovely, my dear.)

Later, Y/N decided to imitate one of Arthur's favorite pastimes: annoying her while she was in her bedroom. She set up her camera and waited for Arthur to come by.

The video included a scene where Arthur imitated Y/N's organizational skills. He darted around the house, tidying up misplaced objects and arranging everything in perfect order, mirroring Y/N's obsession with cleanliness. "La maison doit être parfaitement en ordre, sinon, je ne peux pas respirer!" Arthur said, mimicking YN's voice. (The house must be perfectly organized, or else I can't breathe!)

Meanwhile, Y/N mimicked Arthur's annoying habit of barging into her room unannounced, rummaging through her things. A few moments later, Yn appeared, a mischievous grin on her face. She knocked on the door and entered without waiting for a response. "Hey, Y/N, what's up?"

Arthur, mimicking Yn’s casual demeanor, replied, "Oh, nothing much, just enjoying some quiet time. You mind leaving me alone?"

Yn’s feigned hurt, mimicking Arthur’s voice with a playful tone. "Aw, come on, Y/N, where's the fun in that?"

Arthur imitating her sister’s manner of getting angry very quick responds “Arthuuur! get out or im telling maman you are annoying me again”

Their playful exchange continued as they imitated their usual bickering, making faces and playfully teasing each other. Charles, who had been watching from the doorway, couldn't resist joining in, he entered the scene, imitating their oldest brother, Lorenzo, and the oldest sibling imitating Charles. Enzo, usually the reserved and collected brother, mimicked Charles’ flamboyance and infectious laughter. Charles, in turn, imitated Lorenzo’s calm and thoughtful demeanor, gently poking fun at his brother's meticulous approach to life.

Y/N couldn't contain her laughter when she saw Charles imitating Lorenzo's animated gestures. "Cha, you've got Lolo's flair down to a tee!"

Lorenzo, doing his best Charles impression, shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, someone has to be the calm one in this family."

By the end of the day, the Leclerc siblings had created a treasure trove of entertaining TikToks. They sat together, exhausted but elated, watching the compilation on YN's phone.

Charles, Lorenzo, Arthur, and YN shared a group hug, realizing how fortunate they were to have such a close-knit and fun-loving family.

As the evening drew to a close, YN smiled at her brothers. "You know, despite the mischief and teasing, I couldn't imagine my life without any of you. I love you all so much."

YN replied, a warm smile on her face. "We may be different, but we make a great team."

The Leclerc siblings exchanged heartfelt expressions of love and gratitude before finally retiring for the night, eagerly looking forward to the next family adventure.