FIFTY NINE

"Where are you hiding, mausi?"

Michael Schumacher laughed as he looked around the Ferrari garage, trying to find a missing person, or a missing child who had decided to play hide and seek without telling anybody.

The young six year old Larissa Cohen slapped her hands over her lips so that her giggles could not be heard, the child having decided to hide in a cupboard which was up high.

Jean Todt had lifted her up and helped her hide in there.

Her knees were brought up to her chest as she was in a very small cupboard, though she still had more than enough room because she was so small, dressed in her father's bright red ferrari merchandise.

Her dark hair was in pigtails since Jean had plaited them for her whilst the others were practising, even giving the child some of his food since she had seen him eating and wanted some too.

Michael searched high and low for her, looking in all of the small places since he knew that she could fit in to some very small spots, until he found a cupboard, directly above the vending machine that was there.

His hands clasped around the handles of the cupboard, pulling it open abruptly to see the Cohen girl pulling a silly face at him, expecting to be found.

Michael returned the silly face instantly, making her giggle in happiness.

His large hands clasped around the hips of the young child, lifting her carefully out of the cupboard since it would be impossible for her to climb out by herself, and brought her body against his side, her small legs wrapping around his waist as her hands wrapped around his neck.

"Uncle Micky, you found me!"

Larissa beamed with happiness as she giggled maniacally, wrinkles around her small dark eyes from her bright and cheery smile, lifting one of her tiny hands to lightly press against his cheek, though he moved his head so that he could kiss her palm.

"I did, mausi!" Michael gasped in excitement, knowing that she would be scared if he told her off for hiding. "Your daddy is still looking for you! Shall we go and see him?"

"No!" Larissa frantically shook her head from side to side, making her go slightly dizzy by doing so, her plaits violently shaking in the air. "Let's hide from him!"

"You want to hide from your papa?" Michael raised one of his eyebrows at the child that was his niece, seeing her instantly nodding her head up and down, hands clapping together happily.

"Yeah! Let's hide from him!"

Michael chewed on his bottom lip for a moment as he thought about it, knowing that he had a race to go to soon, but nevertheless after seeing her soft face staring at him expectantly, puppy dog eyes making his heart melt, he agreed.

"Okay, but uncle Micky will have to go and race soon, so we may need to forfeit if nobody finds us, is that okay, mausi?"

"Ja! Ich liebe dich!"

Michael only pressed a soft kiss to his little mouse's nose and placed her on to the ground, following her as she ran off to find the both of them a suitable hide and seek spot.

He would never hear the end of it if he missed a race because of a game of hide and seek.

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"Uncle Micky!"

Michael Schumacher waved his hand in the air to his niece, seeing her beaming smile staring back at him as she ran towards him, stopping a little distance away from him.

The Schumacher man rolled the crystal blue of his eyes at the Cohen girl, watching as she folded her arms in front of her chest, tapping her foot impatiently as she expected him to walk towards her.

He had only just a few days ago, stopped using a walking cane so now he was just trying to strengthen his walking, and his niece was a fiery person who would cheer him on with every step that he took since it was another step closer to being fully recovered.

His doctors had told him that he was at about eighty five percent recovered, which was a lot due to having the Cohen girl pay for rehabilitation in Brazil for him, since it was a great clinic who did so much for him and he did have her at his side in the process.

With having her with him, his family, especially Mick, didn't have to worry about him as much, since she would send them a message every single day going in to detail about how he was doing, calling them and letting them face time him.

When he left the rehabilitation clinic, the rest of the Schumacher family were there outside of the building to cheer for him, since they couldn't quite believe what they were seeing.

Michael Schumacher was almost back to full health.

Mick had spent hours crying to the Cohen girl, thanking her for sticking by his father and him, the two best friends that became siblings having each others backs as always.

They had made pinky promises as children to always stick by each other and have each others backs.

And they would never break a pinky promise.

"Hello, mausi."

Michael grinned as he spoke, over the moon that he was now capable of using his voice, even if he did still struggled on a couple of words and stammer.

It had been so much better than what he was able to do a few weeks ago or a few months ago, or even a few years ago.

His feet actually allowed him to stay standing up, even allowing him to take steps and walk which he honestly thought would never happen. His hands didn't violently shake anymore when his body strained, his smile wasn't painful anymore, his eyes were able to sparkle like they used to and it was all mainly because of her.

His little niece, his little mouse, his mausi.

It had been so long since he had suffered his accident and he felt that now finally he could stay true to his promise and his vow to his best friend and raise Larissa.

He had missed out on so much that it physically pained him but he was finally able to see what his niece was like as an adult and help keep her on track to pursuing her dreams.

"Have you come to see the amazing new Mercedes driver?" Larissa beamed with happiness as she watched him walk, loving to brag that she was currently in the lead of the championship standings.

But, she knew that could change.

"I heard they were a legacy driver... a cocky Cohen perhaps?" Michael playfully shot her a wink.

"Well, I think with a name like Cohen and a dad like mine that I was always going to be cocky." Larissa giggled as the German man hugged her, pressing soft kisses to her forehead and cheeks.

"At least you haven't bought a donkey for a pet." Michael chuckled.

"Hey! Kimi Raikonnen the second was amazing! I still miss that guy, he used to let me try and braid his hair." Larissa smiled as she remembered her pet donkey.

She had only had the animal as a pet for six weeks before her mother forced her dad to get rid of it, but those six weeks were amazing. Every time that she had anything to eat, she would always leave a small amount out so that her beloved pet could share it with her.

He seemed to love ice cream.

"I still remember the look on your uncle Kimi's face when he found out that it was named after him." Michael laughed fondly at the memory that battled in his brain.

"What? Was it the same as always, just this-"

Larissa pulled an emotionless face to mock her uncle, seeing the Schumacher man nodding his head up and down as laughter encased him.

"I figured it would be. Uncle Kimi has the emotional range of a spoon." The Brazilian held her hand out to her uncle, who immediately accepted and took a hold of her hand, intertwining their fingers together.

"He doesn't always." Michael was able to sing lightly, making the girl beside him scoff. "You know that his emotions suddenly function whenever you are in danger."

"True, but still. Sometimes it's like he's a brick wall."

"But his eyes never lie." Michael pointed out. "Even when his face shows nothing, his eyes are always looking around, for you."

"He still can't beat me though, can he?" The Cohen girl grinned in mischief.

"Well I don't think anybody can with how you have been driving so far, mausi." The Schumacher man smiled down at the girl with such pride swelling inside his chest.

"I thought I'd try and make it so that at least I'll be a memorable Brazilian driver, you know? I can't have Senna and my dad taking all the credit, can I?"

"Nobody would ever forget about you in a hurry, don't worry. You could still be driving that shitbox and people would still remember you as being amazing."

Michael reassured her, knowing the pressure that she always felt knowing that her father was in the list of greats and expectation would fall on her to do the same and become a five time world Champion.

It wasn't just that she was struggling with the pressure as a Cohen.

Sure she was a Cohen and had to try and live up to the name gifted to her, but she had to prove that she was good enough for her seat.

She was also a woman.

She wanted to be able to prove that as a woman she was capable of doing what the men could do and do it better, since she knew that so many people would criticise her if she underperformed.

Women were just as good if not better than a lot of the male drivers, but because of their criticism it made it so much harder for them to make it to formula one.

Like her friends, Tatiana Calderon and Jamie Chadwick.

They were two super talented female drivers treated as if they were inferior and incapable to drive a fast car around a track and it wasn't fair.

She knew that she had made it to formula one, but that was with a struggle and was a lot in fact due to her father's name, but they didn't have that luck that she did.

She wanted to prove that she deserved that seat at Mercedes that Lewis had given up just for her, to be able to prove that women could do it. That her friends could easily be in Formula one.

They had the skill and the speed and the results.

The only thing that they didn't have which was keeping them from it, was a dick.

"Uncle Micky...." Larissa stopped in her tracks as an idea came to her mind.

"Yes...."

"You know how I have my dad's money in a bank account and that I've barely touched any of it?" Michael nodded his head once, confused as to where she was going with her words.

"Do you think that I could start a company? One that would be solely for sponsoring female drivers?"

Larissa Kimi Cohen couldn't explain the grin that had suddenly lit up the face of her sweet uncle Micky, but she noticed how he glanced up at the sky for a moment, muttering something underneath his breath before staring at her once more.

He looked so proud of her, as if he had been waiting for years for her to say such a thing.

"I think that yes, easily you could. What would you call it?" Michael asked, his heart swelling knowing that her father's wish had just come true.

Luiz's daughter was fighting for what she believed in and using his money to do right.

"I don't know... something with the Cohen name attached to it."

"I'll think of something."

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A/N

For Dilano 💔🕊

What should she call the company??

What do you think?

I saw a comment ages ago on one the chapters about making Michael recover and I just knew that I had to do it.

Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy this chapter and I'll see you all soon for the next one,

I'm so proud of all of you, my loves

Love you all,

-RUBY