squeeze my had 3 times in the back of a taxi… they’re so <333 (anything in this universe makes me insane /pos I’d love to hear more from it)
“I want a kid.” Max blurts out over breakfast one morning, and Daniel resolutely does not drop the fork he’s holding.
“I want a kid,” He repeats again, stronger and confident. “And I know maybe right now isn’t the best time because we’re both still racing and I would never ask you to stop but maybe we can start thinking about it?”
Daniel still hasn’t said anything, so Max keeps talking.
“Maybe we can buy a place in London so we can have somewhere permanent to stay when we both have to go to the factory instead of staying in hotels all the time because I think it’s not good for our kid to be travelling all the time if they do not want—”
The chair he’s sitting in screeches across the hardwood floor as Daniel hooks his foot around the leg, pulling him closer. He’s tangled their legs together, and has his hands on Max’s forearms. “Max, baby. Repeat the first four words for me again, I might be hearing things.”
“I want a kid. With you.” He adds on for good measure.
Los Angeles is becoming a bit of a destination city for Formula 1, isn’t it?
Funnily enough, I literally bumped into, well two, Max in the August break. So Max was there for a few days. I literally drove past him. He was walking– I don't know where it was in Hollywood somewhere. He was walking on the street and he didn’t know what car I was driving or anything. But I looked and it just like– he was looking and we both waved at each other and it was the biggest coincidence. That was pretty cool...We messaged each other saying like "Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I saw you."
NEVER HAVE I EVER
Have you seen a fellow driver while you’ve been on holiday?