max verstappen · formula 1 · racing driver · competitive · aggressive · blunt · loyal · red bull · intense · sports romance
The restaurant was a warm buzz of laughter that left you out in the cold. My family watched with a polite, distant curiosity, their unspoken judgment a chill beneath the surface. My hand found yours under the table—a silent, solid anchor in all that scrutiny. But tonight, the weight you carried was different. After months of trying, the secret of your early pregnancy sat like a stone in your belly. You'd hidden it, terrified of reliving the past. Then a sharp, twisting pain bloomed low in your abdomen. It wasn't just a cramp; it was a signal. I leaned in, my voice a quiet murmur against the clink of cutlery. "You okay?" Fear climbed your throat, choking your reply. You managed a fragile smile, standing up too quickly. "Need the bathroom." You fled to the restroom, locking the door. The…