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Careful Around Feelings - Max Verstappen

Summary: After their 6 year old tells y/n something, she has to encourage them to tell Max but even she wonders how this will end and if feelings will be hurt or not.

No part 2 requests please

With Max and y/n having Matthew before the end of Max's F1 career, Matthew's first couple years of life saw him so obsessed with seeing Max on track, it was no surprise that by the time he was 3 he was begging for a kart and getting to bond with Max and even on some occasions Jos.

He loved it.

Or so everyone thought.

"Mummy..." A small voice mumbles as y/n grunts trying to change bed sheets because for some reason her second pregnancy has her changing them twice a week, she's really in a cleaning frenzy for some reason even though at 7 months pregnant it's pretty exhausting.

"Hey, baby. Everything ok?" Y/n smiles brightly since she's made it a priority to never let Matthew think he's lost priority with a younger sibling on the way.

"Mummy." Matthew sniffles, hiccuping and making her rush forward. Picking up the 6 year old despite knowing Max would have an aneurysm from such a physical activity.

"Ok, baby. We need to just calm down and then when you've done that, you can tell me what's wrong ok?" Y/n soothes sitting down on the bed and managing to keep Matthew on her lap despite the compromised space by her bump.

It takes a few minutes but Matthew does eventually calm down and catch his breath.

"Alright, baby. Tell mummy what's wrong." Y/n smiles lightly though internally seeing Matthew so worked up by something like this is honestly so horrible to see.

"I don't want to kart anymore." Matthew hiccups making y/n almost deflate in relief that it's not something more serious like...he killed an animal and she had a mini serial killer on her hands.

"Oh. Well that's ok. You don't have to kart if you don't want to baby." Y/n states since she'd support her children through any interest and loss of interest if that's how they feel.

"I'm scared to tell daddy."

And if that knowledge wouldn't break Max's heart, Matthew being too scared to tell him that he doesn't want to kart anymore. But she gets it, for Matthew this is a big way he gets to spend time with Max one to one and Max is always so happy and proud of Matthew.

"Baby, you should never be scared to tell daddy anything. He loves you for you not because you kart. You're his baby, he just wants you to be happy. We both just want you to be happy. If karting doesn't make you happy anymore then you can stop. It's ok." Y/n states making Matthew sniffle as she pulls him closer and kisses his temple with a sigh. "I hate seeing you so sad about this baby. You don't need to be sad."

"I don't want to make daddy sad." Matthew mumbles only further breaking y/n's heart. Matthew really is the perfect kid, with his only flaw that he considers others too much. Sometimes the kid just needs to learn to be selfish and not sorry for it.

"I think when daddy gets back, you and him can sit down and talk and you can tell him. I promise, I double-triple crossed my heart promise, that he won't be upset. Ok?" Y/n smiles gently while cupping his face with one hand and wiping the stray tears away. "Your daddy and I will be proud of you no matter what you do. Is there something else you think you want to do?"

"I want to tell daddy what I want to do instead."

"Oh right, not mummy?" Y/n jokes with a fake pout. "No, it's ok. You tell daddy first and then you can tell me. Now, how about you help mummy finish making the bed?"

Matthew is too small to really help with much, but he ends up doing the pillow cases and helping her carry the dirty sheets to the washing machine.

Then they decide to eat to kill time while waiting for Max to get home.

-

Matthew ended up wanting y/n there as a form of emotional support but she insisted he would need to tell her.

"Uh oh, am I in trouble?" Max chuckles as Matthew walks in holding y/n's hand and then being gently guided forward while y/n smiles with an expression that tells Max is going to be spoken to about something that is serious.

"Matthew has something he wants to tell you." Y/n states making Max nod before the 6 year old steps up to him, tears already welling up as he feels y/n gently rub his back before she steps back. "Go on, baby."

Max acts quickly wanting to comfort his son as quick at possible and pulls him up onto his lap since he hates seeing Matthew in tears over anything.

"I don't want to kart anymore." Matthew mumbles in such a way that even y/n frowns since it's impossible to decode his words.

"Sorry, buddy. I missed that." Max frowns in confusion while Matthew glances at y/n and she smiles reassuring him as best she can.

"I don't want to kart anymore, daddy." Matthew repeats making Max sigh then wrapping his arms around the 6 year old who starts sniffling clearly a little overwhelmed by saying it out loud for Max to hear. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, you don't have to be sorry. You don't have to kart if you don't want to. That doesn't matter. I just hate seeing you so upset." Max states trying to laugh and lighten the atmosphere. "You can do whatever you want. You don't have to do karting."

"Ok." Matthew nods with a thick swallow.

Max continues to hold Matthew tightly sighing as he looks over him to y/n who smiles at him.

"I want to do MotoGP. Not F1." Matthew states making y/n almost feel like he's just punched her gut.

Obviously F1 is dangerous enough of a sport. But there's something slightly more comfortable that the car is built with elements to protect the driver in the car. MotoGP basically replies entirely on the suits they're wearing and they can, and often do, go flying off of the bikes in races.

"MotoGP, well you're already cooler than me. We'll look into it and start seeing what we can do." Max nods not missing his wife's physical reaction that Matthew thankfully didn't see.

-

Max smiles walking into the bedroom finding y/n is just lying splayed out on their bed.

"Thinking about MotoGP?" Max teases as he closes the door.

"He told me he wanted to do something else. I was really hoping it was like...open a cat cafe or maybe football-padel! But how did he take the one route that is more dangerous." Y/n groans then sighing. "I blame your genetics entirely."

"That's ok, I don't think we can blame yours." Max smiles sitting on the bed next to her and leaning over to kiss her before he sighs pushing her top up to expose the bump. "How is baby girl? Any name ideas?"

"You think I've had time to think about names when my first baby has just raised my blood pressure. No wonder he didn't want to tell me first..." Y/n groans while Max rubs over the tight skin of her bump. "Our kid is annoyingly intuitive for knowing when to not break news vs when to break it when it comes to me."

"At least he trusts you to help him get the courage to say it...I hate that he was so scared to tell me." Max mumbles earning y/n's attention but he speaks up again before she can utter a word. "I'm going to get the oil for your bump."

"Max, you know he just didn't want to lose the time he gets to spend with you because he knows you did karting-it's not because he's actually scared of you." Y/n states as Max grabs the oil for her and begins to gently pour it onto her skin then closing and tossing bottle. "Max..."

"I know, but...I thought I'd done a good enough job that he would be able to just come to me."

"Well you can't blame him for being a mummy's boy, I'm a pretty amazing mum and he always asks for my help before yours." Y/n smirks trying to light the mood which thankfully seems to work. "Matthew adores you, baby. All he wants it to keep making you proud of him."

"He always makes me proud. I'd be proud of him if all he dad was follow you around like a puppy...that's what I do when I can."

Y/n grins at him as he leans over kissing her then getting back to rubbing the oil into her bump.

"How are you feeling beside his new choice of future career?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Might need to start waiting for you to be around to help with the sheets. I think I almost had an asthma attack today." Y/n sighs shaking her head.

"If you'd wait. Then I'd do it for you."

"Well I'm not sorry for being impatient. I just like to do things that I like to do them." Y/n states making Max grumble a little while she grins at him. "Anyway, enough of that. I'm exhausted so finish rubbing that oil in and we can settle down and cuddle."

"Yes, boss." Max salutes with a grin.

The sun shone brightly as Y/N and Max prepared for the momentous race. Max had spent countless hours teaching Liam and Luca the tricks of the trade, instilling in them the determination and drive to succeed. The twins eagerly put on their racing suits, beaming with anticipation. Today was not only their race day but also their birthday, and YN wanted it to be extra special.

As they arrived at the karting circuit, their friends and family were waiting with eager smiles and cheerful birthday wishes. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the familiar scent of burning rubber and the sound of engines revving in the distance.

"Good luck, boys," YN said, giving each of them a reassuring hug. "Remember to have fun and enjoy yourselves."

Max joined them, his eyes reflecting pride and anticipation. "Happy birthday, my little champions," he said, tousling their hair. "Make this race one to remember."

YN watched with pride as her twin boys, Liam and Luca, prepared for their championship race, the young boys had inherited their father's talent and passion for racing, following in the footsteps of their F1 World Champion dad, Max Verstappen.

The atmosphere buzzed with excitement as the race began, Liam and Luca, driving their sleek Red Bull-branded go-karts, skillfully maneuvered through the track, displaying remarkable talent and a competitive spirit worthy of their father's legacy. The crowd watched in awe as the young racers fought for every inch of the circuit. YN nervously clutched her hands together, her eyes never leaving the track. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and apprehension as her boys maneuvered their karts expertly, showcasing their skill and determination.

Y/N stood on the sidelines, cheering for her boys, her heart filled with pride. Max, wearing his trademark Red Bull Racing cap, stood beside her, his eyes gleaming with a mix of joy and nervousness. He knew his sons had the potential to conquer the race, but he also understood the unpredictable nature of motorsport.

As the race progressed, Liam and Luca displayed their innate talent, battling it out fiercely on the circuit. The crowd erupted with cheers and applause as the young drivers skillfully overtook their competitors. The twins' eyes sparkled with the joy of racing, fully absorbed in their own world of speed and adrenaline.

Time seemed to stretch as the race reached its climax. Liam and Luca were neck and neck, battling for the lead. With each passing lap, their skills became more apparent. They were destined for greatness, just like their father.

Finally, the checkered flag waved, and Liam crossed the finish line in first place, followed closely by Luca in second. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, recognizing the incredible talent displayed by the Verstappen twins.

YN's heart swelled with pride as she rushed towards her boys, embracing them tightly. "Happy birthday, my champions! You've made us all so proud," she exclaimed, tears of joy streaming down her face.

As the boys climbed out of their karts, they were greeted by their father, Max Verstappen. A wide smile adorned his face as he scooped his sons into a warm embrace. "I knew you could do it, boys! This victory is the best birthday present you could ever ask for," he said, his eyes gleaming with pride.

After a moment of celebration, YN led the twins toward a surprise waiting for them in the paddock. As they turned the corner, their eyes widened in amazement. Balloons, streamers, and a beautifully decorated table adorned with a Red Bull-themed cake filled their view. A chorus of "Happy Birthday" erupted from their friends and family, who had gathered to celebrate their special day.

A Red Bull-themed cake took center stage, capturing the essence of their family's racing heritage. Max smiled, his heart brimming with pride. He knew his boys deserved to be celebrated.

Following the cake cutting, Max surprised Liam and Luca with a shower of gifts. Customized helmets adorned with their names, the latest racing toys, brand-new game consoles—each gift more extravagant than the last.

However, as YN watched the boys unwrap gift after gift, a mix of gratitude and concern welled up within her. She approached Max, gently taking him aside. "Max, I appreciate your love and generosity, but this is a lot. I worry that they might become spoiled," she expressed, her voice filled with genuine concern.

Max smiled affectionately, placing a hand on YN's shoulder. "YN, my love, these boys are my everything. They're talented, hardworking, and deserving of every bit of joy and celebration. What good is all this success if we can't share it with our loved ones? I want to give them the world because they are my world."

YN's eyes softened, understanding her husband's perspective. She took a moment to absorb his words and then nodded, a warm smile forming on her lips. "You're right, Max. These boys are incredible, and they deserve the world. I'm grateful to be on this journey with you."

They rejoined the celebration, surrounded by the love and laughter of their family and friends. In that moment, YN realized that their racing dreams, birthday surprises, and heartfelt gestures were a testament to the bond they all shared, a bond that no amount of gifts could replace.

This are the inspiration for the cakes i got :)

The sun shone brightly as Y/N and Max Verstappen, her husband and the reigning Formula 1 World Champion, laid asleep next to her. Their twin boys, Liam and Luca, were eight years old who had inherited their father's passion for racing and had been karting since they were four; and their baby girl, Elisse, was five. With a heart full of love and a life full of adventure, they were a family bound by their passion for racing. In the Verstappen household, mornings were filled with laughter and excitement.

"Boys, breakfast is ready!" YN called out, her voice carrying through the spacious house.

The children raced down the stairs, their little feet barely touching the ground. YN watched with a smile as Liam and Luca donned their miniature racing suits, their tiny helmets resting proudly on their heads.

"Morning, my racing stars," Max said, his eyes twinkling with pride. He placed Elisse in her high chair and ruffled Liam's and Luca's hair.

"Daddy, we can't wait for today!" Liam exclaimed, his face beaming with anticipation.

Luca nodded vigorously. "Yeah, and we'll be even faster than you, Dad!"

YN chuckled, setting a plate of scrambled eggs in front of Liam. "Well, boys, you've certainly got the talent. Just don't forget to eat your breakfast first. Champions need fuel, you know."

The twins exchanged excited glances before digging into their breakfast, fueling their bodies for the exhilarating karting competition ahead. As they ate, their lively chatter filled the room, recounting stories of their karting adventures and cheering for their favorite drivers. Max looked on, marveling at the indomitable spirit his children had inherited.

"Daddy, look at my helmet! Just like yours!" Liam exclaimed, his eyes shining with admiration for his father.

Max beamed at his son, ruffling his hair affectionately. "You're a true champion, just like your dad!"

Luca, not one to be left out, tugged on Max's sleeve. "Papa, do you think I can be as fast as you one day?"

Max's grin widened as he lifted Luca into his arms. "Absolutely, buddy. You have racing in your blood!"

YN wrapped her arms around the trio, feeling blessed beyond measure. "Alright, boys, it's time to get ready for school. Elisse, sweetheart, do you want to help Daddy prepare your breakfast?"

The little girl's eyes sparkled with delight, knowing that her time with her father was precious. "Yes, Mommy! I'll help Daddy!"

As they all gathered in the kitchen, the smell of pancakes wafted through the air. Max held Elisse in his arms, guiding her delicate hands as she poured the batter onto the sizzling pan.

"Daddy, can we go to the track today?" Liam asked, his voice brimming with anticipation.

Max nodded, flipping a pancake skillfully. "Of course! We're going to meet up with Uncle Daniel, Uncle Charles, Uncle George, Uncle Alex, and Uncle Pierre at the track. It's going to be a fantastic day!"

After a hearty breakfast, the Verstappen family hopped into their car, the twins eagerly buckling up in the backseat. The drive to the racetrack was filled with chatter and laughter, their voices blending harmoniously.

Arriving at the track, they were welcomed by a sea of F1 fans, all eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse of their favorite drivers. The children, wide-eyed with excitement, clung to their parents' hands tightly.

As they made their way through the paddock, YN smiled and waved at familiar faces. Kika, Pierre Gasly's girlfriend, approached them with open arms.

"YN, Max! The gang's all here!" Kika exclaimed, her joyful tone infectious. "Lily and Carmen are waiting for you near the pits."

The Verstappen children, having formed a close bond with the other F1 drivers' families, ran towards their friends. Lily, Alex Albon's girlfriend, scooped up Luca in her arms, spinning him around playfully.

"Uncle Alex says I'm his lucky charm!" Luca giggled, his laughter filling the air.

"Uncle Charles said he wants to race with us too!" Luca exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Y/N's eyes twinkled with amusement as she played along, "Oh, really? Well, you better watch out. Uncle Charles might be fast, but you two are the fastest kids on the karting track!"

Carmen, George Russell's girlfriend, smiled warmly at the sight of the children. Elisse toddled over to her, her tiny hands reaching out for a hug.

"Look at my little princess!" Carmen cooed, planting a gentle kiss on Elisse's cheek. "George is waiting for all of you by the garage. He's ready to show off his driving skills!"

The children beamed, feeling a sense of belonging in their racing family. They clung to their "uncles" and "aunties," forming a bond as strong as any blood relation.

The girls were talking and catching up while watching from the stands how Max, Charles, Alex, George and the Verstappen twins raced each other.

Kika chimed in "Liam and Luca are incredible. They're going to be the next big thing in motorsport!"

"They have the talent, that's for sure. But it's their passion that makes me the proudest"

Max and Y/N's baby girl, Elisse, sat in her mother's lap, her eyes wide with wonder. The five-year-old was the apple of her father's eye, and the ultimate daddy's girl. Max showered her with affection, and she basked in his adoration.

"Mommy, can I have chocolate croissants?" Elisse, the five-year-old little girl , asked her mum, her doe-like eyes sparkling with innocence.

Y/N scooped Elisse into her arms, pressing a loving kiss to her rosy cheek. "Of course, my sweet girl. Just for you."

The conversation continued as they settled into their seats. Lily, Alex Albon's girlfriend, and Carmen, George Russell's girlfriend, joined them. The four women chatted animatedly, their bond strengthened by their shared experiences and love for the sport.

"¡Hoy fue increíble!" Carmen exclaimed in Spanish, her eyes sparkling.

Y/N laughed, replying in Spanish as well. "Sí, nuestras futuras estrellas están arrasando. Los quiero tanto."

Liam emerged victorious, a wide grin spreading across his face. Luca, not far behind, joined his brother in celebrating their accomplishments. The twins had made their mark, leaving an indelible impression on the track.

Y/N, overcome with joy, rushed toward the boys, sweeping them into a tight embrace. "You did it! I'm so proud of you both!"

Max joined the embrace, his pride shining through. "My little champions! You're incredible!"

"Daddy, Liam and Luca are so fast!" Elisse exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration.

Max chuckled, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Yes, they are, sweetheart. Just like you, they make Daddy very proud."

Max scooped Elisse up into his arms and peppered her with kisses. "How's my princess doing?"

"Great race, boys!" Max exclaimed, hugging them into his arms and planting kisses on their cheeks while having Elisse in his arms. "You were amazing, my little champions!"

"Daddy, I'm faster than you!" Liam declared, his eyes shining with triumph.

Max feigned a look of surprise, his voice filled with mock disbelief. "Oh, is that so? Well, I guess I'll have to step up my game then!"

Liam and Luca couldn't wait to show Elisse their karts and introduce her to their world of racing.

"Elisse, look!" Luca exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. "This is my kart! It's super fast!"

Elisse clapped her hands in delight, her gaze moving to Liam's kart. "And this one is Liam's kart! It's just as cool!"

Liam puffed out his chest, grinning. "That's right! We're going to teach you everything we know, Elisse!"

Elisse's face lit up, a smile that mirrored her father's adorning her lips

After an exhilarating day at the track, the Verstappen family returned home, their hearts filled with joy and memories. YN tucked the children into their beds, their eyelids growing heavy with sleep. "Daddy, do you love me more than racing?" Elisse asked, her voice filled with innocence.

Max's eyes softened, and he kissed Elisse's forehead. "Darling, you're my princess. There's nothing in the world that I love more than you"

Elisse giggled, hugging her father tightly. "I love you, Daddy"

Max grinned. "I love you too, my little angel"

Elisse giggled again, her little hands reaching out to touch Max's face. She was a daddy's girl through and through, and Max loved every moment of it.

"Daddy, will you tell us a bedtime story?" Elisse asked, her voice soft and sweet.

Max settled beside his daughter, his eyes twinkling. "Once upon a time, there was a young racer named Max, who had a family of champions…"

As Max wove a tale of dreams and triumphs, the children drifted into peaceful slumber, their hearts filled with the love of their racing hero. In the Verstappen household, every day was an adventure, every moment a cherished memory, and their love for one another shone brighter than any trophy ever could.

It was a bright and sunny day in the small town of Monte Carlo, and in the sun entered the house of the regent Formula 1 World Champion, Max Verstappen. In the midst of the racing frenzy that surrounded Max's illustrious career, he found solace and joy in his beautiful family. His wife, Y/N, and their three children – eight-year-old twins Liam and Luca, and their adorable five-year-old daughter, Elisse – were his world.

Max had always been a hero to his children, especially Liam and Luca, who had been racing karts since they were four years old. The boys admired their father's skills and charisma, yearning to follow in his footsteps and become racing stars themselves. Max, being the loving and supportive father he was, had nurtured their dreams and encouraged their passion for the sport.

As she entered the kitchen, she found her husband Max already preparing breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and the sizzling sound of bacon greeted her ears. Max turned around, a grin spreading across his face as he spotted her.

"Good morning, beautiful," he greeted, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Good morning, Max," Y/N replied, her voice filled with affection. "What's the plan for today?"

Max's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Today, my love, Elisse and I are going to have a special daddy-daughter day. We're going to eat ice cream and go shopping. It's going to be a day filled with spoiling my little princess."

Y/N chuckled at the excitement in Max's voice. "She's going to love that. But don't forget, the boys have their karting practice this afternoon."

Max nodded, his dark curls bouncing. "Of course, I won't forget. They're going to make their daddy proud"

Y/N smiled warmly “Make sure not to spoil her as much as you normally do"

Max chuckled and planted a gentle kiss on Y/N's forehead. "I don’t promise anything”

Just then, the sound of little feet came thundering down the stairs. Liam and Luca, Max and Y/N's twin boys, burst into the kitchen, their faces flushed with excitement. Both boys had inherited their father's love for racing and had been karting since they were four years old.

"Daddy, Daddy!" Liam exclaimed, tugging at Max's sleeve. "Are we going to practice today?"

Max ruffled Liam's hair affectionately. "Yes, my little champions, we are. But first, Elisse and I are going to spend some quality time together"

The boys' eyes sparkled with anticipation, but they were always understanding when it came to their little sister. Y/N admired the bond they shared as siblings. Despite their young age, they understood the importance of family and always looked out for one another

Speaking of Elisse, the little princess soon made her grand entrance,with her blonde curls thet were a spitting image of her father as equal as her brothers, bouncing with each step. She ran towards Max, wrapping her small arms around his leg. Elisse was the apple of Max's eye, and it was clear that she had him wrapped around her little finger.

"Daddy, are we going on an adventure today?" Elisse asked, her eyes shining with excitement.

Max smiled warmly, lifting her up and twirling her around. "Yes, my sweet girl, it's our special day. What would you like to do?"

Elisse's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Can we have ice cream, Daddy? And can we go shopping?"

"Absolutely, princess," Max replied, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. "We'll have the best day ever."

Hand in hand, Max and Elisse made their way to a quaint ice cream parlor near the beach. The duo entered the shop, greeted by a delicious aroma of freshly made waffle cones and a colorful array of flavors. Elisse's eyes widened as she surveyed the selection.

"Daddy, can I have chocolate and strawberry?" Elisse asked, pointing to the two flavors.

"Of course, darling," Max said, smiling. He ordered their ice creams and watched as Elisse's face lit up with joy when she took her first lick.

As they sat at a small table, enjoying their sweet treats, Max couldn't help but feel a wave of pride and love for his daughter. He watched her happily devour her ice cream, her giggles filling the air. In that moment, he knew he would do anything to protect and spoil his little girl.

"Mmm, this is so yummy, Daddy!" she exclaimed, her face smeared with chocolate.

Max wiped her face gently with a napkin and chuckled. "You're right, sweetheart. Ice cream is the best!"

With their appetites satisfied, Max and Elisse strolled through the town's bustling streets, hand in hand. The shops were filled with colorful displays and captivating toys that caught Elisse's attention at every turn.

"Daddy, can we go into that toy store?" she pleaded, her eyes pleading with excitement.

"Of course, Elisse," Max replied, unable to resist her adorable pout. He guided her into the store, where they were greeted by shelves upon shelves of toys. Elisse's eyes sparkled as she explored the wonderland before her

"Daddy, can we buy mommy something?" Elisse asked, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

Max smiled, touched by her thoughtfulness. "Of course, my love. What do you think Mommy would like?"

Elisse pondered for a moment before her face lit up. "Mommy loves flowers. Can we buy her a big bouquet? And maybe some toys for Liam and Luca?"

Max's heart swelled with pride at his daughter's thoughtfulness. "Of course, my sweet Elisse. Let's pick out a beautiful bouquet for Mommy, and we'll find something special for the boys too."

They carefully selected a bouquet of Y/N's favorite flowers, ensuring they were vibrant and fragrant. Max's eyes sparkled as he watched Elisse choose small toy cars for Liam and Luca, her eyes shining with anticipation of their joy. His daughter had such a big heart and a keen sense of what would make her family happy.

As they walked out of the store, Max's heart overflowed with love for his little girl. Elisse's excitement was contagious, and he couldn't wait to see the joy on Y/N's face and the twins' laughter when they received their surprises.

Returning home, Max and Elisse were met with cheers and laughter from Liam, Luca, and Y/N. Elisse couldn't contain her excitement and rushed to share the surprises they had brought.

"Mama! Mama!" Elisse exclaimed, presenting the bouquet of flowers to Y/N. "These are for you because we love you!"

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears as she embraced her daughter. "Thank you, Eli. They're absolutely beautiful, just like you"

Meanwhile, Liam and Luca eagerly unwrapped their gifts, their faces lighting up with pure joy. They thanked their sister and Max profusely, excitedly discussing how they would incorporate the new toys into their karting adventures.

The twins approached their little sister, their eyes filled with curiosity and gratitude. "Wow, Elisse! Thank you so much!" Liam exclaimed, hugging her tightly.

Luca echoed his brother's sentiment, wrapping his arms around Elisse. "Thank you Eli, you didn’t have to! We love you!"

Elisse blushed and so she hid in her brother's arms as the three of them hugged.

Max watched the scene unfold, his heart bursting with happiness and love. He had a beautiful family who adored him, and he cherished every moment he spent with them.

"I am the luckiest man alive," Max whispered to his wife, his voice filled with overwhelming joy. "To have a loving wife, incredible sons, and the most precious daughter a father could ask for."

Later that evening, as Max tucked Elisse into bed, she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and whispered, "I love you, Daddy."

Max kissed her forehead and whispered back, "I love you too, my little princess. You will always be my baby girl."

As he left her room, Max couldn't help but feel grateful for the daddy-daughter day they had shared. It was a day filled with love, laughter, and the bond that would forever unite him with his precious daughter.

And as the sun set over Monaco, the Verstappen family drifted off to sleep, their hearts racing with love and dreams of the future that awaited them.