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ln4bub · 1 year ago

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Daniel - Breeding Kink

A/N this is my first fic centred around a kink and not a speech prompt so i hope it's okay :)

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Even though Daniel was driving for AlphaTauri he was still seen as part of the Red Bull family, being invited to any and every gathering that Christian threw. That's how you find yourself in Christian Horner's back garden surrounded by children whilst Geri and Kelly take a well-deserved break. P is sat on the floor next to Geri and Christian's son, watching you as you teach them how to make daisy chains.

Daniel has been watching you from afar all afternoon, nursing his beer and just about paying attention to his conversation with Max and Christian. "So, how's the hand doing now Dan?" Christian asks, and Daniel simply hums in response, eyes trained on you. It's only when Max thumps him in the chest that he realises it wasn't an appropriate response. "Sorry, what?" He asks, snapped out of his daze. Max laughs at his confusion, "He asked about your hand dickhead, too busy staring at Y/N to notice."

Daniel glares at his friend, "I wasn't staring, just checking that she's okay." He tries to backpedal, turning to face the men he's talking to. "Daniel even I can see that you're staring, you haven't taken your eyes off her since she sat down to play with the kids." Christian observes, taking a sip of his beer as Daniel blushes. Max's eyes go wide with realisation before starting to giggle to himself, Daniel turns to his former teammate, smacking a hand over his mouth. "Shut up Max." He whispers, dragging him away from Christian with a wide smile, leaving his old boss standing baffled in his garden.

"Idiots." He mutters before joining his wife at the table.

Daniel frantically smacks Max as they round the corner, "Don't make it so goddamn obvious next time you moron." He whispers with each hit, his frustration overshadowed by Max's obsessive laughter. "You're so disgusting, your girlfriend around kids is getting you horny." Max stutters out between giggles, Daniel's eyes narrowing in threat.

"I just," Daniel sighs, "I just never thought about us having kids before today. Promise me you won't say a word." He threatens, Max miming that his lips are sealed before snorting out one last laugh. The duo move back to the garden, enjoying the rest of their evening, well enjoying it as best as you can when Max Verstappen wiggles his eyebrows every time you and Daniel are next to each other. You found yourself frowning more and more as the evening went on, exchanging glances with Kelly who simply shrugged at her boyfriend's actions. Brushing it off as Max being Max, you ignored his antics until you were back in the car with Daniel.

"Was it just me or was Max being really fucking weird today?" You ask your boyfriend as he drives you back to your apartment. His free hand scratches nervously at the back of his head, "Weird? Max? I didn't notice." He splutters, silently cursing himself for giving everything away. You turn your head to face him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "What are you hiding?" You question, eyes narrowing as Daniel smiles nervously. You continue to stare him down, eventually causing him to sigh, shoulders deflating as he gives in.

"Max was making fun of me for staring at you with P all day, apparently I was practically drooling and he wouldn't let me forget it." He explains, nervously glancing over at you. You smirk, cogs turning in your head as you put the pieces together. "Okay." You say, shrugging at his answer. "Okay? That's it?" Daniel questions.

"Yeah, that's it." You say quietly, smiling at your boyfriend as he continues driving.

You push the thought to the back of your mind until you shower that night, hatching a plan to seduce your boyfriend. Stepping out of the bathroom in just a towel, you head to your suitcase to find some pyjamas. As you drop the towel and bend over to pick up your clothes you hear Daniel's breath hitch, his phone dropping to the side of the bed. "What are you doing honey?" He questions, voice low and breathy as he admires your body.

You turn to him with a sly smile, "Just getting changed Danny, problem?" You ask cheekily. Daniel laughs, "You know what my problem is, come here." He says, reaching over from the bed to pull you over to him. You squeal with the sudden movement, finding yourself completely naked underneath your boyfriend. You bite your lip as you look up at him, his eyes staring lovingly into yours before he dips his head to kiss you.

His lips caress yours, tongue darting to swipe your bottom lip. You part your lips slightly, allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth, battling with your own. His hands slide up your hips to rest under your breasts, fingers pinching your nipples as he continues to kiss you. The feeling makes you moan, giving up the battle and surrendering control of your body to Daniel.

"Looked so good all day today honey, wanted to pull you inside and take you apart in Horner's bathroom." He mutters against your lips before burying his head against your neck. His stubble scratches your skin, leaving faint red marks behind to be soothed by his lips. Lips that explore every inch of your skin, kissing and sucking along the column of your throat.

His lips travel to your chest, tongue swirling over your left nipple as he kneads the right. Whines and whimpers leave your parted lips as the pleasure shoots between your legs, dampening the apex of your thighs. Daniel’s hands push your tits together, tongue swirling over the skin as he sucks purple marks into your chest.

His lips kiss a trail down your stomach, lovingly caressing the area. Your pussy clenches as you remember the events of the afternoon, your hands reaching to pull Daniel back to your mouth. You slam your lips to his, the resounding groan leaving his mouth at your eagerness causing your desperation to grow.

His long fingers slide across the inside of your thighs, moaning at the wetness that coats them. “Look at you, my needy baby aren’t you?” Daniel whispers against your lips, deft fingers beginning to rub circles against your clit. “Tell me what you need honey.” You moan at the shockwaves his fingers are sending through your body, whining out a desperate, “Need to cum, please Danny.”

Daniel heeds your request, rewarding you with two thick fingers sliding into your heat. His fingers always felt better than your own, reaching places inside you that no one else ever had. The wetness dripping out of you allows him to easily thrust his fingers, curling with each drag against your walls. The pressure against your walls makes your toes curl, back arching as you whines and moans of his name spill out of your lips.

Daniel mutters praises in your ear, increasing the speed of his fingers as you beg. He returns his lips to your chest, biting and sucking, swirling his tongue around your nipples. Your hands find purchase in his curls, tugging with every bolt of pleasure that shoots through your body.

“Oh my god, s’close Danny, don’t stop- fuck,” you moan, walls clenching around his fingers in a vice-like grip. He can barely move his hand, opting to repeatedly curl his fingers inside you, hitting that spongy spot and prolonging your orgasm. “That’s it let go for me sweetheart, soak my hand honey.” He lulls, slowing the movement of his fingers when your thighs begin to shake. He slips his fingers out of you, your walls clenching at the loss.

His lips meet yours once more as your hands reach to his waist, tugging at his underwear. He laughs at your eagerness, wide smile contagious between the two of you. Daniel slides his underwear off, thankful that he was ready for bed and didn't have to remove too many layers. You rest your hand on the back of his neck, pulling yourself up to attach your lips to his skin. He groans at the feeling of your teeth scraping along his pulse point, lips sucking at the sensitive skin.

He leans back, "Honey I need to get to the suitcase if you want to have sex, I haven't taken the condoms out." His voice is breathy, heavy with desire. You nibble his earlobe, leaning up to whisper in his ear. "Fuck me now, want to feel you cum inside me." Daniel's body tenses, pulling back to stare at you with wide eyes. A few seconds of heavy breathing and silence fills the room before a smirk paints itself across his lips.

"You are an angel." He mutters, capturing your lips with his own in a brutal kiss. He wraps his hand around the base of his cock, sliding it through your folds. Your cum coats his tip as he dips in and out of your hole, moaning at the warmth that surrounds him. You wrap your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his skin as you encourage him to fill you with his length. Your mouth drops open at the feeling of his cock inside you, pressure forming in your stomach at the depths he reaches.

Daniel moans into your ear as he bottoms out, "So tight for me sweetheart, and so fucking wet, I love you." He mutters, slowly thrusting himself inside you. "Can't wait to fill you up, gonna keep you so full, not gonna waste a drop baby." His filthy words go straight to your head, dizzy with the thought of your boyfriend filling you up with is load. Uncontrollable moans leave your lips causing Daniel to slip two fingers inside your mouth, hoping to avoid a complaint from the rooms next door.

You can taste yourself on his fingers as Daniel pounds into you, the smacking of skin filling the now hot room. "Tell me you want it honey, tell me you want my cum." Daniel begs, sharp thrusts forcing muffled moans to spill out around his fingers. He pulls them from your mouth, wrapping them around your neck as he thrusts. "Please Danny, put a baby in me, need it so bad, need to feel you cum inside me." You ramble, voice whiny as Daniel grits his teeth, clipped moan falling from his tongue.

"Shit honey, s'good, want to give you a baby." He whines, thrusts getting sloppy as you reach down to rub circles against your clit. "Can't wait to see your stomach full, and your tits grow, gonna let me take care of you aren't you?" He asks, fingers closing around your neck. You moan loudly, "Yes Danny, gonna give you a baby, please, fill me up, need it." The filthy words between the two of you hurtle you towards your orgasm, Daniel's thrusts turning to deep grinds against your body.

Your walls squeeze his cock, sending him barreling into his orgasm, ropes of his thick cum splashing your walls. You whimper at the strange feeling, vice-like grip of your walls pulling more and more cum from his cock. "Oh god honey, milking my cock so good, such a good fucking girl." He mutters into your neck, sweaty body collapsing atop yours. Your eyes begin to droop as Daniel maneuvers you both into a spooning position, his cock keeping his cum plugged deep inside you.

You fall asleep, remaining connected with Daniel's hands resting atop your stomach. And a few weeks later, when you surprise Daniel with a positive test the first question he asks is, "Which time do you think worked?" You burst out laughing, tears in your eyes as Daniel hugs you lovingly.

"Don't tell Max yet whatever you do."

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herpsandbirds · 4 months ago

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would absolutely love to see some arctic critters, anything that thrives at below freezing temperatures don't get enough love :3

ARCTIC ANIMAL FRIENDS!!!

Red-breasted Goose (Branta ruficollis), family Anatdiae, breed in Arctic Siberia, and over winter along the Black Sea

photograph by Dick Daniels & Francis C. Franklin

Gyrfalcon (Falco rusticolus), family Falconidae, order Falconiformes, Greenland

photograph by Cal Sandfort

Red Phalarope (Phalaropus fulicarius), family Scolopacidae, order Charadriiformes, breeds in coastal areas around and near the Arctic Circle

Female court the males.

Males are duller in coloration, and care for the eggs and nestlings.

photograph by Christoph Moning

Cirrate Octopus (Cirroteuthis muelleri), family Cirroteuthidae, deep sea - Canadian Basin, Arctic Ocean

photograph via: NOAA/OE Census of Marine Life cruise to the Canadian Basin

Lumpsucker aka Lumpfish (Cyclopterus lumpus), family Cyclopteridae, order Scorpaeniformes, found in the North Atlantic Ocean and nearby areas of the Arctic Ocean.

Females grow to be larger than the males, growing to a size of up to 61 cm (24 in) in length, and 9.6 kg (21 lb 3 oz) in weight.

The females lay eggs in nest areas established by the males on rocky outcrops. He stays and guards the eggs until hatching.

Suction discs formed by the pelvic fins allow the fish to stick to various surfaces.

Males turn bright orange or red during the breeding season. Juveniles are often greenish or other various colors.

photographs: Siamdive, Ryan Photographic, Joachim S. Maller, Haplochromis

King Eider (Somateria spectabilis), male, family Anatidae, order Anseriformes, Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, Alaska

photograph by Mike Diersing

#animals #nature #ocean #alaska #arctic

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vintagerpg · 21 days ago

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Two years later, World Builder’s Guidebook got its natural companion in Dungeon Builder’s Guidebook (1998). Another (delightful) Daniel Horne piece on the cover, giving me some King Solomon vibes. The interiors are by Arnie Swekel, who very much feels like Glen Angus’ partner in late-2E crime to me. He does solid hatching throughout. I adore his two sidebar ornaments in particular that repeat throughout the book �� my only complaint is that they are so good I wish there were a dozen of them instead of just two.

This one is more my speed and rather old-school in its approach, particularly in the use of geomorphs. Bruce Cordell divides dungeons into six core types: aerial, castle, interdimensional, mine/cavern, ruin/tomb and underwater. Each type is accompanied by tables for encounters and properties, and further, a full example dungeon in the back of the book. Cordell then describes an intriguing method for taking a dungeon space and pushing it to more interesting ends by adding thematic twists, discusses traps and provides a generator.

It’s good! It isn’t a workbook like Casting Call: Dungeons and that is fine (though I probably prefer that book over this one in terms of utility). Rather, its sort of a presentation of tools and a musing on how to use them effectively. I particularly appreciate Cordell’s desire to balance a dungeon’s sense of fun with a measure of plausibility — I think the best dungeons are deeply weird but also highly ordered. That is, they don’t have to be realistic, no dungeon can be, they are inherently irrational spaces. Rather, they need to be legible to players, so that they can be enjoyed on their own terms, even if they don’t make conventional sense. Cordell, I think, supports this view. And, I should note, shortly after publishing this, Cordell puts all these methods to use to excellent effect in Return to the Tomb of Horrors the following year.

#roleplaying game #dungeons & dragons #tabletop rpg #rpg #d&d #ttrpg #TSR #D&D #Dungeon Builder’s Guidebook

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dilfgp · 10 days ago

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🧶 maxiel 🥹

Hello hello hello, I'm so very late to the party but I hope you enjoy!

🧶 clothes on / desperation / teasing

Something about lazing in the sun turned Daniel on. It always had, truthfully. Just a little, just enough to rev his engine. As a teenager it had been problematic, embarrassing. He didn't sunbathe, because- well, there was no hiding his dick.

As a retired F1 driver lazing on his partner's roof terrace, it wasn't so much as a problem, but a way of life. There were fewer pleasures than soaking up the mediterranean sunshine, nowhere to be and nothing to do. Max wasn't as keen on the sunbathing, but he could be convinced to play in the pool for a little while.

After the triple header, Daniel was trying to force Max to relax. He'd earned a few days off, and with the weather on his side he'd hatched a plan.

First thing this morning he'd woken his boy by rutting lazily against him, erection hot and hard against the plush of Max's hip. When he'd come, messy on his pale tummy, he'd kissed Max on the cheek and left him wanting.

"Daniel-" Max had pleaded,

"Nah, baby, not yet,"

And then later, when Max had been closing off a sim session in the lounge, Daniel had paraded past in his tiniest swimshorts, new MV tattoo on display. It sat on the cut of his hip, where Max liked to leave love bites.

Like clockwork, Max followed him out onto the terrace, staring open-mouthed as Daniel worked SPF50 into his tattoos and SPF15 everywhere else. When he turned, asking, "could you get my back, baby?", Max had stumbled in his rush to comply.

He was still shifty when he got turned on, his Max, so Daniel got to enjoy the virginal way Max tugged at his shorts before he took the bottle from him. It's likely he was twice-covered given the extensive shoulder and back rub Max gave him, but it was worth it for the way Max's knees buckled when Daniel winked at him and said thank you.

"Are you gonna join me, Maxy?" Daniel had asked, cupping his cheek and brushing his lips against the younger's.

He'd whistled when Max emerged in his own swim shorts, tiny pale blue ones with steamboats all over, tight on his hips and thighs. There was something about Max, the pale expanse of plush, lovely skin. His boy was gorgeous, beautiful, all his.

Eager, eager, eager, Max held the bottle of sun cream out to Daniel, "I have not got anywhere, yet,"

"I gotcha baby," Daniel winks, "lie down on the lounger,"

Max had scrambled to comply, lying out on his back and gasping when Daniel straddled his waist. Starting with his left arm, then moving to his right, Daniel slowly worked the cream into his skin. Hands pressed to Max's throat, he knew if he sat backwards he'd feel Max's erection straining the fabric. Though he tried to be methodical, his plan somewhat unravelled the longer he spent staring at Max's tits, cupping them in his hands and brushing his thumbs in circles over his sensitive nipples. Max was straining, gasping, goosebumps erupting in the wake of Daniel's gentle touch.

He followed the curve of his stomach, tracing freckles and moles to Max's belly button, resisting the urge to break the mood with a raspberry. Grinding down just the once and then lifting himself back up, Daniel cleared his throat and instructed Max to roll over. Repeating the process with the cream on Max's back, he kept going until he felt Max's attempt to grind his hips down into the soft padding of the lounger. Then, he hopped up, even as his body screamed 'why?', and said, "yowza, it's hot out here. Best cool off,"

When his head popped back up out of the water, he spied Max - pouty, insolent, rolling his hips against the lounger. Mentally, he counted to three, hoping Max would play the game. At two-and-nine-tenths, Max's shoulders slumped and he rolled sideways off the lounger, landing on his feet like Jimmy or Sassy would.

The heel of his hand pressed to his erection, Max jumped into the pool to join him.

Max's arms around his shoulders, legs wrapped around Daniel's hips, they made out. He pressed Max against the side of the pool, groaning as he ground down into him.

"'m still open," Max gasped against his lips, "I- again, when I got changed, I-,"

"Oh you did, huh?" Daniel pulled back, hauling them away from the wall to slip his hand down the back of his boy's shorts. Gently pushing at his rim, he could feel the waterproof slick Max had used, and sank his finger inside. Tutting, he said, "getting ahead of yourself there, Maxy,"

"Please Daniel," he whined, tucking his face into Daniel's neck and sucking harshly at the spot that made his knees weak.

"Minx," he hissed, fucking his finger shallowly into Max, "don't be greedy, honey, you know how this works,"

"Want it,"

"I know, Maxy," he slowly withdrew his finger and then pulled away from his barnacle of a boyfriend, thumbing gently at his plush lower lip, "you have to be good for me, love,"

Max nodded, panting, and watched Daniel climb from the pool as he tread water.

"It's hot today, huh?" Daniel asked again, not expecting a response, "I'll dry off in no time, for sure,"

"Yes," Max said, watching dumbly as Daniel took a swig from his bottle of beer and sat heavily on the lounger again. As he settled in the sun, skin warming, he could hear Max splashing about in the water.

That lead to now, Daniel waking from his hazy dream, Max stood over him, eyes pleading.

"Maybe," Max begins, eyes flickering down to the tent in Daniel's shorts, "maybe we can play a different game now?"

Palming his dick, Daniel asks, "what's your colour?"

"Green," Max says immediately, "just- I just want you,"

Considering, Daniel hums, and then says, "take my shorts off, baby,"

It's a power play, but it helps bring Max back to that submissive space he likes. He helps Daniel work his now-dry shorts down his legs, hissing when he lets his legs splay. His erection sits heavy on his stomach, balls swollen, and Max kisses from the divot on the inside of his ankle up to the inside of his thigh. He nuzzles into the crease of Daniel's groin, mouthing at his sac, and whines when he doesn't find what he wants.

"Smell like chlorine instead of you," he pouts, resting his chin over his Max tattoo. Daniel smiles softly, running a hand through Max's damp hair, "I want- can I suck you? Please?"

"Yeah, baby, fuck. Like 'm gonna say no to that,"

He groans as Max drools over the tip of his cock, fitting what he can in his mouth and working the rest with a tight fist. When he blurts precome over Max's tongue, his boyfriend whines, trying to tease more from him by squeezing at his balls.

Yanking Max's hair unkindly, he pants, "Christ, baby,"

"Daniel-" Max begs, "please, I want- I want it- 'm green,"

"Fuck, baby, I know you are," he chuckles lowly, "I was gonna come far too quick, that's all,"

"I want it," Max promises, eyes wide, lips poised to suck him down again, "please, please Daniel,"

Torn, Daniel nods slowly, releasing his tight grip on Max's hair. He's so pretty. All the time, he's gorgeous, but especially so when he's sucking Daniel's cock. Eyes wide and wet, cheeks flushed, struggling to fit him in his mouth with spit-wet lips tight around his shaft.

It's barely another minute before Daniel comes with a shout too loud for the open space, Max humming happily as he swallows the load. Absently combing through Max's hair, he asks, "did you come too, baby?"

He waits for the shy nod he knows is coming, rewarding Max with a 'good boy' when he gets it. Sun beating down, Daniel rearranges them, peeling Max's come-sticky shorts from his body and cleaning him up with gentle kisses. He laughs delightedly as Max's dick twitches and begins to get hard again, thumbing at the tip as his boy whines.

"So good for me, darling," he praises, taking his dick into his mouth and bobbing his head rhythmically. Max whimpers, crying out when Daniel pushes a come-slick finger into his hole.

"Daniel," Max begs, hips fucking up into his mouth, "please, Daniel,"

Pulling back, he smirks at Max and says, "I fucking love when you're this desperate, baby. You're so good,"

"It is for you," Max promises, choking on his next breath and Daniel takes him into his throat.

When Max comes, it's messily across Daniel's tongue, some marking his dark beard pearly white. He giggles as the older man presses kisses to his soft tummy, trailing up and up and up to trade kisses, the taste of Max's come on their lips.

#uh yes hello #I apologise for the delay #but I hope you enjoy!#maxiel fic #ficlet game!#maxiel #max/daniel

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everythingne · 30 days ago

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this little life - dr3

Three moments in the girls lives when you and Daniel support the girls through thick and thin. And one where they come to support you.

Rosella, learns the second definition of 'Shark Week' on the week of her thirteenth birthday.

Sienna's first boyfriend at sixteen, and subsequent heartbreak.

Different move out days for your girls, big emotions that cannot be contained.

warnings/notes: period talk, cheating, this fic is so old danny was in f1 when i started it... this shit is LONG so buckle in!!!

Ever since Rosella was able to kick in your stomach, she always preferred Daniel. It was funny, the second Daniel would start speaking she would kick, and when he stopped cooing at her she'd stop. From birth she only reacted to his voice, she wanted to be near him 24/7, 365, he was the only one who could calm her down, and the person she went to for everything when her problems became more than just hunger and sleepiness.

And now you had a pouty Daniel to deal with because for the first time in her whole life, Rosella didn't want to go on their little father daughter date this week.

Usually around the second week of each month, Daniel took Rosella out by himself on one night and Sienna out the next. This had started back when the girls cried to you around five years old, upset they never got to see him due to how much he was racing and how they had to stay back due to having school now. A plan was hatched and between races, Daniel would shower the girls with as much love as possible, and every weekend that was close enough you'd bring the girls to him. It was expensive and tiring, but it was worth it to see them smile. And it was originally just until the girls were older, and they understood why he was gone so often.

But then it just became habit, which Daniel was a creature of, and now his habit was being broken because Rosella was moody and didn't want to go. Daniel is the best father you've ever known, you've seen how much he sacrifices for his girls, but fourteen year old Rosella's gotten her first period and feels awful and feels too embarrassed to tell him.

You'd tried hinting, vaguely mentioning things you assume he would've picked up from Michelle or from you, but nothing. He was clueless.

So when Rosella texts you and asks for you to come to her room, he asks you to figure out what's wrong with her. You say you will, press a kiss to his cheek, and then make your way to your eldest daughters room. Knocking, you wait for the soft 'come in' and make your way into the room.

"Heya, baby, how are you feeling?" You move to the side of the bed where shes curled in a ball, holding out one of her reheatable stuffies.

"I feel awful." she hiccups and you soothe her, gently placing your hands on her face and rubbing your thumbs along her wet under eyes. She'd gotten the worst of it, the terrible acne, the horrible cramps, the nausea... she looked sick as a dog. You briefly wonder if she actually is sick on top of her period.

"Do you want me to have Dad come sit with you?" You offer, the TV in her room is paused on whatever episode of Friends she'd paused when texting you. Rosella shakes her head, but a small smile creeps on your face. Friends was the show she and Daniel were watching together. Daniel had been able to quote it since you met him, but there was something special about him watching his daughter react to it all for the first time.

"Why are you watching your show without him?" You ask, rubbing her stomach and hoping to alleviate some of her cramping and you press rhythmically into her skin.

"It's stupid." She starfishes out, welcoming the gentle massage as you tut.

"If it's bothering you, it's not stupid." You say, "And I have you and you have me, so what's really going on?"

"I miss him," Rosella admits, as if her father is off in Vegas racing and not downstairs on the couch, when she sees your confusion clearly written on your face, she continues, "He's a guy, he doesn't wanna be here when I'm all... bleeding and shit. And I didn't wanna explain why I didn't wanna go out because I thought it would gross him out and now I feel bad."

"Don't feel bad, Ells. He might be a guy, but he's your father." You say, setting the plushie on your lap, "And before he was your father, he was my boyfriend, so trust me when I say he won't mind. He gets it, I think Aunt Mickey made sure of that. If anything, it might make him upset because he thinks you're growing up, not because he gets grossed out."

Rosella contemplates your words, her curly hair mused against her pillows, brown eyes watching you. It's like your genetics didn't even try with her. She's still for a few moments before she lets out a low sigh and nods.

"Okay. But only if you warn him before." Rosella points, before curling back into a ball and you nod, peppering some soft kisses to her hairline before getting up off her bed with a promise to send her father back up properly armed.

You pass Daniel in the living room and wave him over, plopping the stuffed rabbit on the counter before opening up the microwave and setting it inside. Daniel has rolled over to see what you're doing, and slowly gets up as you turn on the microwave and turn to the fridge.

"What's that look for?" He asks as you open one of the drawers and open a box of yogurt cups, only to pull out some chocolate from your hidden stash. Daniel walks into the kitchen slow, knowing the look on your face is one of determination as you hand him the chocolate and then two water bottles from the fridge. You shut the fridge as the microwave currently heating a stuffed rabbit dings, and hand it to him as well.

"Honey, what are you doing?" He asks as you root through another drawer and then stick a takeout menu for one of the various takeout places in your area and point at him.

"Rosella's got her first period. That's why she doesn't wanna go out. She feels like shit, and her hormones are all over the place, but she didn't say anything because she thought it would gross you out, okay? You remember how I was before the girls, how my periods wrecked me?"

Daniel just nods.

"Take that and make it ten times worse, because it's her first one. So, you are gonna go up, and be the best damn dad you always are, and make her feel better."

Daniel nods once more, kisses you in thanks, and is double timing up the stairs. You follow, stopping in the hallway just outside of the doorway so you can listen to him and Ella as they talk.

"Yeah, she told me." Daniel sits down on the edge of the bed, lifting the blanket off your eldest and laying the hot stuffed rabbit across her lower stomach. Rosella sighs softly as Danny rubs a hand along her arm, squeezing her shoulder before laying the blanket back over her.

"I'm sorry I'm being moody." She apologizes and you watch Daniel scoff and shake his head, one hand coming up to start to pull her curls up into her usual position so he can tuck her little bonnet on. A gift from her aunt, who had the same incredibly curly hair.

"Your body is kinda rejecting itself right now," Daniel tightens the bonnets top, adjusting it how he knows Rosella likes it to sit. You didn't even realize he remembered that, "You're allowed to be a--dare I say it, bitch this week."

Rosella giggles at that, and Daniel takes her and sits her up so he can have her drink some of the water. You're not expecting Rosella to nearly chug half the bottle. They split a chocolate bar as Daniel then gets up to pick up her room, having Rosella recount stories from her last few practices with Red Bull's Junior team, since Danny had missed them. While she talks, you quickly head downstairs and fill up two Yeti's. You keep one for Rosella, but briefly pop in your youngests room to check on her. Sienna's playing some old Italian music, you can almost smell the Ricciardo's home down the road with the music she plays as she works on finishing up some work. It's her final for one of her engineering courses, and she happily explains it to you while you help her stretch out her body in her seat.

Once done there, you slip back upstairs to Rosella's room, holding the water bottle in one hand and pausing in the hall when you hear Rosella laughing so hard she's wheezing. It's a welcome sound compared to her tears earlier, and you lean on the wall once more to watch.

"And you're watching our show without me!" Daniel scoffs, turning back to his daughter as he throws an extra blanket on her bed to add to the four he'd already tossed on, "Which should be a crime!"

"I needed to know what happened at the wedding!" Rosella defends and Daniel gawks at the title of the episode before getting into the bed himself.

"This is like, one of the best parts of the show!" Daniel defends, "how far into the episode did you get?"

"I finished part one, Phoebe just found the pregnancy test. I'm gonna scream if it's Monica's." Rosella claims as her father moves to sit next to her. You see a flicker of contemplation roll across her dark eyes before she shrugs and you watch the best possible thing happen, Rosella curls into his side and wraps herself around his arm. Like she used to as a toddler. Daniel, for his credit, holds himself back from a burst of tears, a hand coming to hers as he restarts whatever episode Rosella was on. She closes her eyes and relaxes into her father's touch as he begins telling her how this is his favorite episode (which he says about all of them) and when Danny sees you in the doorway he pouts and mouths to you.

'She's all grown up.'

It brings a tear to your eye and you nod, mouthing back, 'but she's still your baby.'

He nods, securing a comfortable position with Rosella on his lap as he starts the episode over again. Deciding not to disturb, you leave the water bottle by the door, texting Daniel that it's there if Rosella needs it. He thanks you, and informs you that Rosella had supposedly decided she wanted Mediterranean tonight, so you go off to order your usual from the local place and drag Sienna away from her studies so that she can get some fresh air for the first time in like twelve hours.

When you come back about an hour later with food and to check Rosella's heating pad, the sight before you makes a big grin spread across your face. The two have adjusted so Daniel's laying down over her covers, with Rosella practically starfished across her father. Stepping into the room, you set the food down on Rosella's desk and grab some stray blankets from the floor and move her leg to drape a blanket across Daniel. He opens his eyes a little, but when you stay quiet he simply rolls to pull Rosella closer. Once they've both started to snore softly again, you pick up their trash ad set the metal water bottle on the bedside for the inevitable thirsty wake-up your daughter will have.

You kiss both of their foreheads, turn off the lights, and take one last look at the room before softly shutting her door with the trash and dinner in hand.

"Is she sick?" Sienna whispers when you make it downstairs and you shake your head.

"Just her period." You tap Sienna's nose as you pass her, opening the trashcan with one hand to pop in the trash while Sienna takes the food from you so she can toss it in the fridge.

"Thank god I haven't gotten mine yet." Sienna huffs, biting into her gyro as she sits at the counter now, knowing you've banned her from working on homework while eating after the day she came to you and said she could see her homework on the backs of her eyelids.

"Soon." You hum, biting into your chicken dish and laughing softly at Sienna's pout of dissaproval.

When you check back in a few hours later, Rosella's awake enough to ask for more water and her dinner. Your voices wake Daniel, and so you bring up their food and enough snacks and water to last them the night. If Rosella's anything like you, the insomnia will kick in soon, or her cramps will keep her up. You just hope her having her father by her side eases her pain.

Going to sleep in an empty bed has never felt more fulfilling than that night. Knowing Daniel's off comforting Rosella makes a warm feeling blush across your skin.

"Mom, Dad," Sienna nervously stood at the end of the counter, a bag slung over her shoulder. You could see Rosella cheer her on out of the corner of your eye before you turned around to face the now seventeen year old.

"Yeah, Si?" You ask, cleaning up the dishes from dinner last night while Danny finishes his breakfast before running off to go meet someone for some meeting or whatever he was busy doing with his wine company.

"Is it okay if I have a friend over after school?"

"I'm off today so yeah, as long as its okay with her parents." You automatically say, assuming it's one of Sienna's two best friends Giorgia or Olivia.

"Uhm. His parents are okay with it." Sienna says softly and you pause, glancing up, whacking your husbands back preemptively when he starts to cough with his tea in his mouth.

"That's fine." You say before Daniel can make some joke about a boyfriend, and side-eye him before he has the chance to say it after you speak. Sienna and Rosella had plenty of guy friends ever since they were kids, especially Rosella, since she was a racer like her dad through and through. Daniel has always joked with the girls about boys, and you know today will be no different.

"Is he coming alone?" Daniel asks and Sienna nods, going on to explain they have a project together thats due on Friday and they're running behind. They won't be able to do enough work in class to catch up so they decided to meet up after school. He lives a few doors down across the street, so he can just take the bus and then walk home after.

"What's his name?" You ask innocently, assuming you probably know his mother and that's what makes Sienna sort of stutter. You raise your eyebrows, encouraging her to continue before she mutters out and kicks her black converse against the tile.

"Nicholas Fish."

"Nick!?" Rosella shouts from the door and before Daniel can tell her to hush she starts to giggle, "No way, Si, come on."

"It's just for class, Ro!" Sienna fires back, and luckily Daniel gets them to calm down before it's a screaming match in the kitchen. But you do know the Fish's. His mother Kylie was one of the schools secretaries and his father Charles was a banker. They were kind people, nothing bad, smart and respectful, and so you nod.

"Nicholas can come over." You say, poking Daniel's back to keep him hush as you continue, "Just make sure his mom knows he'll be at ours, and ask if he likes pizza."

"Everyone likes pizza, Mom." Sienna sighs, but gives you a hug in thanks before her and Rosella are rushing out the door to catch the bus. You don't miss the giddy smile on your daughter's lips and cross your arms as you lean on Daniel.

"It's just for class, Ro!" He mimics Sienna's voice and then hums as he peppers a few kisses to your hairline, "why'd she get so defensive?”

"She might like him." You suggest and Daniel shakes his head, putting his dishes in the dishwasher and closing it as he turns to lean against you once more as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Nope. She's fourteen. Can't date until she's twenty." He grins and you laugh at his antics, the same sort of playfulness from back when you'd met him around that age. You both were a bit more subdued now, but he had his moments from time to time.

“Oh, like how your mom used to joke you couldn’t get married until you were thirty five?” You ask as Daniel kisses you jaw, then walks off to go grab his bag and his keys. You think he's going out with Scotty today, something they're filming for a Youtube video or whatever.

“Twenty six is close enough!” Daniel retorts, wagging a finger at you from the doorway. He pauses, realizing something before rushing across the room to give you a proper goodbye kiss, “See you tonight, love.”

“Bye Danny.” You smile against his lips, letting him pepper a few more to your lips and cheeks before he’s out the door. The quiet of the house is welcome after a hectic morning, and you elect to finish your coffee on the couch before doing any cleaning.

Hours later you learn Nicholas, or Nick, is a rather nice kid. He takes his shoes off at the door without being asked, greets you formally, and when the two settle in the dining room with laptops open you find he's very respectful of your daughters personal space.

You can hear Sienna laughing from the kitchen as you work on answering some emails. You let your eyes wander to where Nick is trying to glue someone to the poster they have to make, and clearly not doing well if Sienna’s laugh is anything to go by. She goes to grab it and he loudly announces he’s got it, cueing the two to wrestle a bit before he manages to snag the glue stick from her hands. Sienna jumps to grab it, stumbles, and Nick’s hand flies out to catch her. He grabs her by a belt loop, pulling her right to his chest, and you see the flush on both of their faces from the proximity. You see him ask something, and Sienna sharply nods before they share a brief kiss.

You lower your head before you’re caught watching them.

And excitedly you tell Kelly the next time you have time to call. She’s going through something similar with Penelope, the girl having brought back her first boyfriend for Max to meet. All had gone well, as far as you heard, but she was just as excited as you were about the prospect of Sienna getting out there. Sienna, unlike Rosella, was a lot softer spoken and a lot more reserved. Rosella had a boyfriend, two girlfriends, a few partners. Nothing long term, nothing serious.

You worried Sienna was giving her entire heart to this boy, considering as far as you knew he was her first boyfriend. Kelly had implored you to talk to Sienna about it, to get to know what the relationship was. It was what led her to meeting P’s boyfriend, and led to Max meeting him as well.

The conversation goes about as well as you expected, she dances around it, but admitting they’ve been dating for a few weeks. But only when you promise to keep it from Daniel for just a few days while she works up the courage to tell him—which she should’ve been more afraid to tell you, to be completely honest.

She shows you all the little things he’s made her, notes and origami and doodles in the margins of unfinished math homework. It’s puppy love, all of it, and it makes your heart burst with joy for your daughter.

Daniel received it well enough, a bit upset his second baby was growing up too. You had Nick over for dinner, he happily helped set the table and cleaned after without being asked. Daniel likes him enough to allow him to come over whenever he wants, much to Sienna’s joy, and the genuine excitement you see when she’s around Nick is contagious.

Sienna chooses to go to MIT for a double major in Mechanical Engineering and Physics. The extra classes she’s been taken transferring over and allowing her to do that easy enough.

Nick is going to Berkeley for Biochemistry. He’s gotten a wonderful scholarship, his parents immensely proud as is your family and you do a joint celebration dinner with both families.

You see the tension happen the day Sienna realizes they’ll be so far. You notice Daniel almost prepping for the inevitable, ice cream in the freezer, ensuring her favorite movies are online to stream, her favorite takeout menu on top of the pile in your junk drawer. You notice you’ve done the same, you've saved some cute clothes for her online, found one of those makeup products she swears she always gonna try and never does, washed all the blankets in the house and ensured they were super fluffy for her.

But the break-up doesn't come.

Sienna and Nick try long distance over their summer break before they leave for college. He's going to Nevada to visit some family, you're staying between Perth and dipping to Monaco for a few days to meet up with Max, Lando, and a bunch of the other drivers and their families. It seems easy, a trial run, and you and Daniel both encourage it. Long distance was difficult, it was hard not to get caught up in what you were doing physically and not to forget the other person sometimes.

They do well through the first week, the second week Nick's a bit standoffish, but he gets over it by the time you're leaving for Monaco. When you get back, they'll be able to hang out until the end of August when you move Sienna into her dorm, and she raves about being able to see Nick again after the trip.

The first night in Monaco, you notice you haven't seen the teen girls in a while after you've wrapped up dinner in Charles' house. Your two, Rosella and Sienna, Max and Kelly's Penelope and Lily, or Lando and Olivia's Cece or Ada. You get this weird feeling in your gut. Something is wrong and you know it is. Daniel's hand slides to your knee and squeezes it, he knows it too.

It's Rosella who comes to get you.

"Momma?" She pops her head in the doorway, eyes big like shes in trouble. And you don't even spare a second, your chair shrieks as you shove it back and hand your glass to Daniel. He takes it, turning to watch you follow your eldest down a hall. The kids are hovering near the doors to the balcony, and you step outside with Rosella to see Sienna sitting on the floor with Sophia rubbing her back and Olivia, Cece and Penelope all hovering nearby.

Once the girls see you, they disperse, Cece telling Adam and Lily to knock it off with the whole 'threatening the guy' thing.

"Si, baby," You instantly know whats happened, or atleast what you think has, and when Sienna holds her arms out for you theres no question in your mind as you drop to your knees and wrap her in a tight hug,

"Momma--" she hiccups, and you just hold her, telling Rosella to leave you both be for a few minutes. She takes the rest of the kids inside, pausing to ask if she should get her father but you shake your head, he can come out after you've calmed your daughter down.

"Baby, take a breath, okay? We can't talk if you keep sobbing," You whisper, wiping at her tears, "it's okay to cry, but I need to know whats wrong so I can help you, okay? Can you do that for me?”

Sienna shakes her head no, but hands you her phone. You unlock it, knowing her passcode. She'd told you a long time ago and you never had to use it, until now. You unlock to photos, a few screenshots and such compiled in a folder titled 'evidence' thats been shared to her by her friends back home on Google Drive of all places. Over the past two months, they've been collecting solid evidence of Nick cheating. One of the girls even going as far as messaging him privately to see how long it would take for him to confirm their suspicions. Sixteen messages and he asks this random burner account they made for pictures.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You hiss. Sienna's not five anymore, you don't hide your anger as well as you used to, but you know she can tell by your protective hold on her that this anger is directed at the phone screen. The further down you go on its worse, and eventually they found a girl who'd tagged him in some... interesting and touchy photos. He hadn't gone to Nevada to visit family like you'd been told, apparently this was his online girlfriend of two months who was also going to Berkeley.

Little Sienna, your baby, had been used.

She wasn't so little anymore, you note. Her dress is expensive, Dior perfume in her hair and patted into her skin, her hair was closer to your color now, eyes brown like her fathers but face so undoubtedly you from your teen years. She's going to college. She's gonna be out on her own.

Suddenly you're a thousand times more grateful for Sienna's friends being nosy. At least this realization had come when you were still able to physically hug your baby to your chest as she sobbed.

You set the phone down and just pull her in as tight as you can. There's no words to say, no amount of apologies or promises to get him back will make this better. She sobs into your shoulder until theres nothing left, and Rosella returns with a glass of water upon your request. Every time you reread the messages, you contemplate sending them to Nicholas' mother, but Sienna begs you not to, so you save vengeance for the next time you see her in person.

It takes a good hour of sitting on the balcony, the warm Monaco breeze rippling across you both under the stars as you wipe away your daughters tears. Her mascara had smeared under her eyes, luckily Charles' wife Alex had some wipes you used to gently wipe down your daughters face, applying them like you would a cold compress when she's sick, while Charles lets Leo curl up in Sienna's lap.

"What did I do wrong, Momma?" Sienna murmurs, closing her eyes and you gently wipe under them, "I was texting him, and calling him, and I was watching all the movies and shows he liked so we could talk and--"

"Si, baby, you didn't do anything." You stop, lifting one of your hands to cup her blotchy red face as she sniffles, "It was Nick's own decision to go off and cheat on you, yeah? You did everything you were supposed to do as his girlfriend and he took advantage of your kindness, and love, and used it for his own gains--whatever those gains were."

"Was everything fake?" Sienna asks and you click your tongue. This is a hard one to answer, so you take your time to think through what you're saying, speaking cautiously.

"No, I don't think someone can fake the way they look at someone. He looked at you like you were the sun and he was a starving plant, and one day, that spark was gone. What he should've done is broke up with you as soon as he realized he liked someone else, because if he truly loved you still, he wouldn't have fallen in love with another girl, or he wouldn't be seeking other girls out."

"So for two months he never loved me?" Sienna sighs, "but we did so much together..."

"And he doesn't love his current girlfriend either, because he was asking a random bot account for nudes." You huff, "so regardless of how long you were together, nine months or two, he's a dick. A cheating dick and no matter what his reasons are, do not crawl back to him. I don't care if he's 'changed.' He cheated on you, and you know what you do now?"

Sienna shrugs and you take her hands and squeeze them, "You're eighteen in Monaco. And you know I wouldn't usually offer this, but have Bluebell take you and the other of age girls out tonight, go party, go have fun because he's stupid and nothing and you're Sienna Ricciardo. You had a name made for you when you were still a fucking egg in my ovary, girl!"

"Ew!" Sienna laughs, and her bright smile makes you grin. Partying won't solve all her problems, and there will be more to discuss when you get home (and when you tell Daniel) but for the night, it makes Sienna happy. Even if you stay up until four to ensure the kids all make it home.

You've been staring at Sienna's empty room for probably five hours, hands curled in little fists as you hear her and her friends partying downstairs. They're all sleeping over tonight before Sienna leaves for the airport super early tomorrow morning and you haven't been coping well. Neither has Daniel, but he's the life of the party downstairs so you refuse to pull him up.

But when two arms wrap snugly around your waist, a head propped up on your shoulder as someone sighs, you know it's Danny.

"I can't believe it's empty." He murmurs, "Like, yeah her stuff is still there because she'll come back for break, but it's still so... empty."

"The life is gone." You hum and Daniel, who you know would usually tell you to not be so dramatic, nods and kisses your collarbones.

"Don't act like she's dead." He murmurs, stepping to the side to wrap his arms fully around your shoulders and tug your mopey self to his side. You lay your head against his chest, some Taylor Swift song being belted in the basement and bringing life to the house. But for you, who had just grappled with the fact Rosella was moving to England to pursue her career with Red Bull by the end of September, sending Sienna to the States was another level of awful pain. You were empty nested before they were twenty, something you hadn't prepared for or even thought of before the girls were teenagers.

"Our babies are growing up and I hate it." You murmur into his hoodie and Daniel hums, agreeing with you silently.

"Si's gonna be fine, she's got a bunch of friends at uni already and Ella's gonna have all of Red Bull at her beck and call." Daniel reasons, "and Si's roommate is from just outside Melbourne, and they're traveling together."

You just nod, but the tears that prick in your eyes are wiped by his thumbs as he presses a soft kiss to your lips, "Oh honey, I know."

"What am I gonna do with them both gone now?" You ask, looking over and Daniel. Your little house in Australia suddenly felt so suffocatingly huge, not even his presence could fill it. You knew his racing days were coming to an end, you had already retired from teaching last year. It was like the end of an era.

“We gotta get hobbies.” Daniel murmurs as he presses your foreheads together, hands coming to your waist to rub small circles with his thumbs, “or we can travel and actually be tourists?”

“Let’s get a cat.” You tease and Daniel scoffs, pinching your hips with a tiny grin. The girls had always begged for a cat growing up, but because their father didn’t exactly like pets and because of how frequently you all traveled, it never happened.

“I think Ella would kill me if we got a cat after she moved out.” He grins, pecking a kiss to your nose. You take his hands, still resting on your sides, and bring his knuckles to your lips to kiss.

"We'll figure it out. Together, yeah?"

You traveling with both girls is as eventful as it had been when you had taken both Rosella and Sienna on your own years and years back to Miami. But this time, both girls stick closer, are a lot calmer, and it doesn't take nearly as much trouble to get to the gate, through the flight, and into the streets of Cambridge with your sights set on MIT.

Luckily, once in Cambridge, Sienna was dragging you all to meet up with her roommates. They were living in a little apartment style place on campus, and the four girls got along like a house on fire.

Isla was from just outside Melbourne, going to MIT for Cognitive Science and had met Sienna at an MIT event hosted in Melbourne. The two had made the decision to apply together, and you'd had her over a few times already.

Valeria was actually introduced to you and Daniel by Carlos at a Grand Prix, one of his childhood friends daughter going to MIT for mechanical engineering as well. You and her mother had gotten along well, but you weren't sure if Sienna's closed off nature would work with her loud and hyperactive personality. Somehow, it just worked perfectly, and the two clicked like puzzle pieces.

Faith was actually from Cambridge, her brother currently working at MIT as a Music professor. Faith was going to MIT for computer science and programming on a legacy scholarship. Her personality was closer to Sienna's, and you learned the girls bonded over a shared obsession with Formula One.

Which that had been the selling point between all four girls, they all loved Formula One. It gave them a common ground to speak on, and it was what brought them all together.

There's about twenty people in their apartment, setting it up and cooking a dinner all at once. That night, all the girls split up to say goodbye to their families and Sienna pulls your little family into bone crushing hugs at the car. Daniel had to be back to Red Bull for training within two days, hardly giving you enough time to settle Sienna in, but she swore she'd be fine.

"I'm gonna miss you guys so much." Sienna whispers, and then the waterworks start as she barrels into your chest. You coo, wrapping your arms around her tightly and pressing little kisses to her hairline as Daniel rubs her back. She's not the only kid on the street corner sobbing their eyes out to their parents, and its melancholic.

"You're gonna have so much fun here, Si." You murmur into her hair, kissing her head once more and leaning back to wipe her tears, "You're all on your own, being an adult. We're gonna miss you just as much if not more, and I need you to know we're so so proud of you for doing this."

"You're doing something I never did," Daniel takes the hiccuping Sienna from you and cradles her to his chest briefly, "I cannot express how proud I am of you."

It takes maybe thirty more minutes of hyping her up and a long tight hug from her sister for Sienna to finally step back and move to go back inside her apartment. Daniel squeezes your shoulder as you watch your baby go, and Rosella's in the car wiping her tears away. You're about to turn, to get in the car when you hear Sienna shout your name. She comes tumbling down the sidewalk at full speed before crashing into you in one final tight hug, her head buried in the crook of your neck as she squeezes you with all of her might. You wrap your arms around her just as tight and hold on with every ounce of love pouring out of you until she's ready to step back.

"I know I'm on the other side of the planet, but you've got this, okay baby?" You swipe a few more tears from under her eyes, "I'm behind you every step of the way."

"I love you Momma." She whispers, wiping tears from your eyes and you laugh, curling her in one final tight hug before she steps back, squeezes your hands, presses a kiss to your head and slips back into housing. Despite being terrified of what could happen to Sienna now that she's out on her own, you force yourself to retire to the passengers seat of the rental car where you husband squeezes your knee in reassurance.

"She'll be fine."

For the three days before you leave after you drop Rosella off and help her set up her apartment, she’s a mess. Doing anything and everything she can with her father, practically clinging to his side when he’s home and moping when he leaves. You help her pack up, making sure she has all of her things, and after that she clings to your arms like a baby.

"I don't know how to live on my own," she complains, "like, what if my shower breaks?"

"You call your landlord, or one of the drivers in London, they'll be just down the road y'know?" You say, brushing a few wild curls back, "you're gonna be fine, think about Si! She's been fine in the states, she's been thriving there!"

"Yeah but... with racing and everything I just... I dunno, Mom."

It's Danny's voice that chimes, "Badger, relax, you're over thinking it."

"They seriously stuck her with that nickname?" You turn to Danny who shrugs, crossing the room to press a kiss to his daughters forehead.

"I think its funny." Is his defense and you just shrug at your husband, digging in your purse to find Rosella's house keys as you all plan to leave for the store. Stocking up the fridge is the last task before your flight that night back to Perth, and you can see both Daniel and Rosella dragging their feet when it comes to leaving for this. As if they can delay time. You have to nudge them along, out to hallway, like they had done with you when Sienna moved out.

Before you leave though, Danny snaps a photo of her in the living room, sending it to everyone he knows almost immediately, writing proudly 'Rosella's all moved in!' and happily reading off the excited replies to Rosella while you peruse the aisles of the stores. You stop to wave Daniel over, asking him which batch of Apples looks the most ripe when a little voice catches your ear.

A girl, a tiny little thing, mousy with unruly curls. She tugs on Rosella's pant leg, and immediately your daughter kneels, noticing the stars in the young girls eyes.

"Hi," the girl squeaks, "You're Rosella Ricciardo, right?"

You have to smack a hand over Daniel's mouth to keep him from interrupting, and wave Rosella on when she looks at you for guidance. Your daughter straightens up and nods, "I am! What's your name?"

"I'm Katie. My sister and I watch racing... and I think you're so cool being a girl in F1." The girl starts nervously, but when Rosella nods for her to continue she bursts into excitement, "My mommy let us start karting this year! I go really fast, but sometimes I still lose, but it's okay! Mommy says every winner has to lose first or it doesn't taste as good to win!"

"Your mommy is very smart." Rosella smiles, "Karting is super cool, do you wanna race forever?"

"I wanna race like you!" Katie grins, and nearly tackles Rosella with the tightness of her hug. Down the end of the aisle, another girl gasps and comes bounding over, a bit older. You learn it's Katie's sister Marlee, and the two bounce around stories with Rosella while you smile at their mother who hovers nearby.

"Come on, girls, they're also trying to shop." The woman eventually says, and you see the conflict in all the girls eyes. You know Rosella would stay and talk for hours, so your not surprised when she takes the cap off Marlee's head, and the cap off her own, and digs in her purse for a sharpie. Once clarifying how to spell their names, Rosella scribbles a quick note on the brim of the caps, and helps the girls put them back on. They both give Rosella the tightest hugs, and you can see all of the stress and worry Rosella's had about her career and future slide away as she grins.

She bids goodbye to the girls, their mother snapping a quick photo of them all, before you go your separate ways. But you aren't surprised to see Rosella had grabbed the mothers phone number, texting her and asking for updates about the girls in racing. You have an odd feeling Rosella's going to end up creating an army of little racers.

Once home from the shop, groceries unloaded, take-out dinner devoured, and suitcases in the hall, you give Rosella a tight hug and kiss, "We're always a phone call away, baby, okay?"

"Okay, Momma, thank you." Rosella murmurs into your shoulder, and then when you let her go, she slams into her father in a tight hug.

"Oi, Badger, you've got this." He pats her back, but then tightens his hold on her, "Call me whenever. No matter the time. We'll see you when you come home for the GP, yeah? Your first home race.."

Daniel looks like he might sob, and when Rosella steps back, the light catches her just right. She looks just like a young Daniel as she stands there, cap loose and barely covering the wild curls that wiggle in the wind. The apartment in London is beautiful, big glass windows that show off the landscape, smaller windows that can be cracked open for air.

In the middle of all the now unpacked place, Ro looks back at you both with teary eyes.

It's never easy, growing up, but somehow you know it's going to be so freeing for her. She's going to thrive here in London, chasing her dreams with the same determination and grit her father had back in his Red Bull days. Just like Sienna was thriving at MIT.

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