hiii would you be doing a part 2 of this one? 🥺
we love you, max. — Max Verstappen
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this is part II of new daddy alert
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A YEAR LATER...
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dailypaddock Max and his girlfriend YN arraving at the paddock today for the French GP. It's been a year since the rumours of their romance started.
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redbullinfo better focus on the championship @maxvertappen1
_norstappen low profile king and queen 🥹🥹
ohmaxiee SOPHIE IS YN AND MAX #1 FAN
clchamp the clownstappen clan desperate to suck her fame 🤡
username234 where's her daughter? smh
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yninstagram honeymoon race weekend 💗💑🌙
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ynssister no diaper changing weekend 😎🍾
maxverstappen ❤️
danielricciardo love you, next time bring belly 🙄🧡
isahernaez 💗
victoriaverstappen, sophiekumpen, yninstagram added to their story
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maxverstappen1 Family time is always the best. 🧡🥳🐝
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yninstagram that cake looked so good, wish i had some 🙄
maxverstappen1 sorry, we claimed it first
maxstappen uncle max 🥹🥹
heidiberger_ belly's change of outfit 😂
yninstagram not funny! the white dress is full of paint 😭
victoriaverstappen 😍😍😍
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yninstagram we love sundays, p1 for our champ 🧡❤️🦬
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victoriaverstappen my babiesss 😍💗
isahernaez see you soon love!!
maxverstappen my lucky charm🥇🍀
landonorris call me when you need a nanny!!!
carlossainz55 belly will have to babysit you 😉😉
FIVE MONTHS LATER...
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maxielsupremacy Some fans met YN outside her office in Monaco, after a couple of minutes talking Isabella and Max showed up in his Aston Martin to pick her up. (Source: @alwaysmv33)
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alwaysmv33 Isabella is the cutest and Max is the ultimate girl dad, he is super gentle and calls her bee 🥹
fancypierre THE PET NAME IS TOO MUCH PLEASE STOP 😩😭
yninstagram thank you guys for the pics!! 💗
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maxverstappen1 After giving it some thought, i want to set some things straight; I am well aware that Isabella is not my biological daughter and I don't need all of you to remind me that she already has a father. However, this past year i had the honor of watching Isabella grow up to be the most loving little girl in the world, and i am so proud to be in her life. Blood-related or not.
So please stop commenting about my life and relationship like you know anything, because you don't.
Thank you.
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schecoperez Well said man👏🏻 she's such a blessing
yninstagram you don't have an idea of how much your little bee loves you 💗 you're the best
victoriaverstappen you're the best daddy ever and blood has nothing to do with it
landonorris i see she's a number four type of girl 🧡🧡🧡🐝
maxverstappen and you will never shut up about it
danielricciardo congrats mate, she's a legend
sophiekumpen so proud ❤️
danielricciardo look at her, she´s so cool 😎
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Hii! Heard you crave fluff 🤭 (Please no angst, I'm not in the mood to bear it😭)
Something like Reader isn't feeling well physically (like just some flu) but Hotch and Jack being super caring and sweet, and just comforting her 😭
i gotchu, jack n hotch are my babiesss, enjoy !! ♡
you’re sitting in what can only be described as a blanket fortress when aaron comes back into the living room, bowls in hand. he stops to admire his sons handiwork
“look daddy!,” jack squeals, tiny hands shoving and tucking the edges of what you hope is the last blanket, around your sides, “all tuckered up,”
“tucked,” you correct him softly, hand brushing through his hair as he leans back and plops down next to you, “i didn’t know you had so many blankets,” you say to aaron, both of you fighting a laughing fit
aaron hands you and jack bowls, both piled high with ice cream, “neither did i,” he chuckles as he sits on your other side, his bowl resting on his knee, “how’re you feeling?” he asks
jack had given you his cough and cold, nothing serious though both boys are acting like you’re knocking on deaths door, “i told you, i’m absolutely fine!” unfortunately for you, your voice cracks and causes you to break out into a coughing fit
the child beside you gasps, springing into action by forcing you forward to pound his tiny hands against your back while his father just chuckles at you both
“thanks buddy,” you croak out with a feeble thumbs up when he decides you’re okay again. you simply don’t have the heart to tell him you weren’t choking and neither does aaron
the room falls into a comfortable silence, just spoons clinking against ceramic while you all watch a rerun of spongebob on the tv, jacks pick but you have no complaints
thanks to the blankets you start to sweat, your cold chills banished for the time being, “i’m too hot now,” you whine quietly, shuffling into the space under aaron’s arm
“take some blankets off then,” he mumbles, lips pressing against your warm forehead, his fingers combing through your hair ever so gently
you groan, knowing it’s the only option, “i don’t want to make jack feel bad though,” you rush out before stealing a spoonful of ice cream from your boyfriends bowl
he huffs, “you’ll make me sick,” he points out though there’s no fire behind it and when you look up at him with a soft and slightly cheeky smile he takes the opportunity to sneak a quick kiss
“you’ll make me sick,” you mock, moving away from him so you’re sitting again and not slouched against his side, “jack, honey, i’m really hot now, can i take some of these blankets off now, please?”
jack thinks, deeply, swirling his spoon around in his ice cream so it makes what he calls ice cream soup, “can i have one? i’m cold,” he asks and you nod, “okay then,” he concludes with a shrug
aaron snatches your bowl from your knee as it wobbles, allowing you to stand and shed the blankets off of you, letting them fall to the floor in a pile which you’ll clear up later
“which one do you want?” you ask jack, both of you staring down at the pile. you already know he’s going to choose the avengers one, it’s his favourite and he was quick to let you borrow it in your time of need
silently he points, to the avengers one, with his spoon. you scoop it up from the floor and throw it over the smaller boy before plopping back into your space
“here,” aaron hums, pushing your bowl against your hand causing you to flinch when it’s cold on your skin. your bowl, upon inspection, has less ice cream in it than when you left it
“how could you? stealing from your sick girlfriend.” you huff, staring into your bowl so he doesn’t see your lips pressed tight, refusing to smile
“ah, i thought you were fine,” aaron smirks, you only know because you feel it against your temple. he kisses you once before standing, “ do you want anything from the kitchen?”
the question is aimed at you however jack perks up before you do, "more ice cream!" he shrieks, waving his bowl at his father, the spoon flies out, thudding down onto the carpet with a dull thud, "uh oh"
you snicker, stopping short when aaron shoots you a look, "uh oh indeed," he sighs lightly, bending to grab the spoon, "no more ice cream for you buddy," he says, tapping the sticky spoon off of his sons head
jack takes offence, immediately. he flies off of the couch at speed, taking off after aaron who dashes towards the kitchen. you take a second to cough before following them
when you get to the kitchen jack is stood on the counter while aaron stands in front of him, both of them waving a spoon at each other like swords.
"ha ha!" jack laughs, smacking his dads spoon hard enough to send it spinning out of his hand. aaron gasps and lunges towards jack, swiping off of the counter, one arm around him while the child screams and shrieks
you giggle and smile at your boys as aaron sits jack on the edge of the counter before he's reaching for you, hands grabbing at your hips. he lifts you onto the counter, putting you right next to jack, "now you've cooled down, temperature," he mumbles to himself turning to rummage through a drawer
"i wanna do it, i'm a doctor!" jack announces, snatching the thermometer from aaron's hand. he turns towards you, face fiercely serious, "go ahhh," he demonstrates, mouth open and tongue poked out
"ahhhh," you parrot, letting the child push the thermometer into your mouth while aaron stands arms crossed in front of you, "i bet you i'm fine," you mumble around the object
the thermometer beeps and gets ripped away from you a second later, "daddy?" jack huffs, realising he can't read what it says.
aaron turns it towards the light so he can see the numbers before he smiles, "hey, you're all good," he hums, hand smoothing over your knee, "just the cough we have to get rid of now,"
"yay!" you and jack celebrate, arms in the air
"which means," aaron cuts you both off, voice louder than yours and his sons, "no more ice cream for dinner," he smiles to himself as he turns to dump the previously forgotten about bowls into the sink
jack gasps up at you, genuinely looking sad as you wrap an arm around him, pulling him tight against your side, "don't worry jacko," you whisper, "give it two days and daddy will be sick and then we will be eating all the ice cream we want,"
"awesome"
thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a kiss if you do, mwah ily !! send prompts to my ask box!
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