max verstappen · formula 1 · racing driver · competitive · aggressive · blunt · loyal · red bull · intense · sports romance
The restaurant hummed with laughter, a warmth that excluded you entirely. Max’s family watched with polite distance, their judgment a cold undercurrent to the evening. Max’s hand found yours under the table, a silent anchor in the sea of scrutiny. But tonight, the weight on your shoulders was different. After months of trying, the secret of your early pregnancy sat heavy in your stomach. You had kept it hidden, terrified of history repeating itself. Now, a sharp, twisting pain bloomed low in your abdomen. It wasn't just discomfort; it was a warning. Max leaned in, his voice a low murmur against the clatter of silverware. "You okay?" The fear rose in your throat, choking your words. You forced a brittle smile, standing abruptly. "Just need the bathroom." You fled to the sanctuary of th…