FIFTY SIX

"You know that you're an asshole, don't you?"

Fernando Alonso laughed at his best friend as they walked alongside one another, the other man's arm loosely wrapped around his shoulders, though he would occasionally place it on the top of his head to annoy him and tease him over his height.

"You love me for it, Nando."

Luiz Cohen laughed as he noticed the Spanish man trying to hold back a smile at his best friends bright grin which was so full of shit that it was insane and completely ridiculous that it wasn't called a sewer.

"I'll crash in to you." Fernando attempted to fake being angry with him, eyes narrowing in to slits but that only seemed to make Luiz laugh harder.

"Oh please, mate in order to crash in to me, you actually need to be able to get me on the track. The only way you're doing that right now, is when I lap you." Luiz teased him, lightly nudging his cheek with his hand, jumping out of the way just as the Spanish man had attempted to swipe his legs out from underneath him.

"I'll poison your food."

"You can't cook."

Luiz wiggled his eyebrows smugly, his smile growing even when it didn't seem like it was possible for it to do so.

"I'll get one of the others to take you out."

"Now now, Nando. There's no need to cry." Luiz walked in front of the Alonso man but walked backwards, pretending to wipe away tears from the others eyes. "You look like Webber when you cry."

"I do not!"

Fernando's salty exterior melted as he heard the laughter grow from the Brazilian, the two best friends laughing alongside each other as they began to walk in unison.

"How's the baby Cohen doing?" Fernando piped up, mentioning how his best friend had become to a little baby girl only a few months before.

He would visit every month with toys and clothes for the baby, and beers for Luiz, but he still always asked since as his job as uncle, he wanted to check on the little one.

"Baby Cohen sure knows how to pull off the Cohen glare, I tell ya. Sara gave her to me to feed and the glare that she gave her, damn, it will be a hell of a lot more scary when she's older." Luiz cackled, remembering the face of his little adorable baby girl.

The baby girl that he had called Larissa, after his mother.

Kimi had gotten the role of Godfather and his name as her middle name, though that was mainly because the Finnish man had driven Luiz to the hospital just as Sara was about to give birth.

Luiz swore that he had broken at least a dozen driving laws in the process.

"We'll get to watch when she races and people get on her nerves, that glare will make them shit themselves." Fernando smiled as he pictured the scene, his little niece in a racing car in Formula one with her father and uncles all watching on proudly from her garage.

Her bright red garage, since there was never going to be any doubt what team it was that she would drive for. Ferrari.

"How many world titles will she be winning, you think?"

"Eight, for sure. My girl can do eight." Luiz spoke instantly, pride swelling inside of his chest, knowing that his little anjo could easily do eight world Championship titles.

His daughter was born to break the records.

He could die happily, knowing that he got to watch his little girl reaching eight Championship titles.

She had to reach eight.

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Larissa Cohen was ten years old.

It had been two years since she had lost her beloved father to the angels and stars in the night sky and brake failure, the man becoming an angel in the sky just like her grandmother who she was named after.

She was at a Formula One race, the fireworks around her almost making her eardrums burst, but thankfully she had the earmuffs that she had been given by a driver on the grid.

She wasn't quite sure who they were but they did have a French flag on the side of them, with the initials of R.G but the name of the man who had given her them just would not come to her mind which had begun to irritate her.

It was the last race of the season, and whilst she was supposed to being looked after by a test driver called Nico, she had successfully managed to run away from him.

Her eyes found that of the guy who had apparently just won the race at Abu Dhabi, a British man with light hair and blue eyes, his name being something like Jason Zipper or something, she struggled to remember that too.

The ten year old ran towards him as fast as she could, seeing a large smile from upon his face as he realised that he had managed to win his first championship title.

He frowned as he felt the smallest and lightest of taps on the leg of his racing suit, lowering his head down to the ground to see a child staring up at him with a small smile on their face.

"Oh hey kid, are you lost?"

He spoke in confusion, since kids were not really allowed to be running loose around the paddock or anything like that, but he took note in how nobody was running around looking for a child and frowned, his eyebrows farrowing together tightly.

He crouched down so that he was level with the height of the child, not wanting to scare them from being so tall compared to their small and little body.

Plus, he would be able to hear them a little bit better too. He might even be able to help them find their parents.

"Congratulations for winning, Sir."

Her voice squeaked in a high pitched tone, sounding as if she was on helium but in reality was just a child whose voice had not dropped yet.

"I uh, I-I, uh thank you." The winner of the race stuttered out in surprise, wondering who the child was that had Congratulated him, and why she was so polite in doing so.

He had never been called a Sir, before.

"You kicked uncle Sebby's ass!" She giggled happily, seeing the man grinning at her happiness, having obviously found it infectious to his ears.

"Seb is your uncle?"

"Yep! He's the cool uncle though, but not ice cool because that's uncle Kimi. Uncle Nando is just the depressed uncle." Larissa explained, not understanding that the man who was crouching in front of her actually had no idea who she was.

"Lewis is the brother bear of the family." She grinned, before patting him on the shoulder. "You showed them who is boss! Jason Zipper, world Champion!"

Jason Zipper?

The man laughed at the name that she had gotten wrong, seeing her staring at him with an exasperated look upon her small face that made him release a deep sigh.

"My name is Jenson Button, but you were not far off at all, little firecracker." Jenson smiled at her, lightly nudging her cheek with his hand which made her squirm, a big smile flooding on to her face.

"Jason Zipper sounds better but whatever, my dad always told me to never be rude to a world Champion, because he rules the world. Uncle Sebby always says the same, but always says that the world Champion can cut somebody's head off but I like my head."

"Who's your dad? Can I meet him?" Jenson smiled, wanting to meet the father of the sweet young girl that he was talking to, wanting to praise her to him.

"Sure, you can meet him. All that you've got to do is get back in to your car, speed up and drive straight at a wall at a hundred an eighty miles an hour. You can say hi to him for me, when you do." Larissa blabbed on, snickering quietly because whilst it really hurt to know that her father wasn't there, she still found it within her young self to make jokes out of it.

If she didn't make jokes out of it, she knew for sure that she would never stop crying.

And she didn't want to cry anymore.

She hadn't even noticed the look of pure shock and sympathy that had crossed the face of the Button man, his bottom lip trembling as he feared that he had upset the young girl. But, he pieced it all together in his mind, making him frown once more.

"What's your last name?"

"Cohen."

Jenson was forced to close his eyes for a short moment as the name left her small lips, fighting to hold back his tears as he realised why nobody was chasing after her and why no parent was looking for their child.

Her father was Luiz Cohen. Luiz Pele Cohen. Five time world Champion and angel in the night sky. His idol.

"Luiz was your dad?"

"He still is." Larissa muttered sadly, hanging her head in shame. "Just because he's dead, doesn't mean that he stops being my dad."

"Where's your mother?" The British man asked the Cohen girl, noticing how she just shrugged her shoulders nonchantly.

"Don't know. She doesn't come to races, not even when I race. Uncle Sebby says that she probably just forgets, but uncle Kimi says that she goes on Spa Days and doesn't come." Larissa began to chew on her bottom lip, picking at the skin that was around her nails.

"I'm sorry, kiddo." Jenson apologised to her.

Larissa just rolled her eyes.

"You've just won a world championship and you're apologising to me. Stop being so depressed like uncle Nando, and go and celebrate!" Her grin returned to her face, gently pressing a kisd to his cheek in Congratulations before stepping away from him and waving goodbye.

Jenson Button watched as the girl squealed in happiness, running away as she was chased down by the young German test driver of the Williams team, whose name was Nico.

He shook his head from side to side as he laughed to himself, smiling down at the ground at the thought of the child who had been the first one to congratulate him.

The daughter of Luiz Cohen, had congratulated him.

God he was so lucky.

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Jenson Button was resting on his back, staring up at the sun that was shining down on him, his skin soaking up all of the sunlight and the rays that it was giving him.

He was laying on the deck of a boat, or more specifically a yacht, a small reminiscing smile plastered upon his lips as he remembered his life, his past and his championship win.

He gently moved his arm as somebody moved to lay down beside him, their head of dark hair sprawling all over his face as they rested their head on his arm which was outstretched to his side.

He began to cough, forcing to spit some of the hair out of his mouth before he used his fingers to pull it away from his face and out of his eyes, hearing soft giggles from beside him.

Somebody had done that on purpose.

"You okay there, Jensie?"

Larissa Kimi Cohen grinned like a Cheshire cat as she rested her head on the arm of the Button man, knowing that her hair would sprawl out all over and annoy him.

It was currently only just the two of them on her yacht, since Mark Webber had been with them earlier. The key word being had.

He was no longer, because the Cohen girl had pushed him in to the water and driven the boat away so that he would have to swim back to the boat if he wanted to get back aboard.

She didn't really have a reason, she had just thought it would be funny.

Which it was, because the two of them could hear him getting closer to the boat, shouting that he would return the gesture once he got back aboard and would push her in to the crystal blue water of the ocean.

Next time she would push him in to a shark tank.

So it was just Jenson Button and herself, since they had joined her to make sure that she wasn't going out on her yacht by herself, which she found annoyingly caring from Webber.

From Jensie? She expected nothing less.

"Yeah, I was just thinking, that's all." Jenson reassured her, watching as she turned her head to face him.

"About?"

"You, actually." The Button man closed his eyes as he smiled up at the sun. "When we first met."

"Yeah?" Jenson nodded his head once. "When you made the mood all depressing when I was Congratulating you for winning a championship? God, you sure know how to kill the mood, don't ya!"

"I don't know how I didn't figure it out straight away. I mean, Seb, Kimi and Nando as your uncle's, Lewis as your brother, and a Brazilian Pele football shirt on. It was so obvious now, looking back that you were his daughter."

"And yet, you didn't figure it out, because you're a stupid ass. Just like Webber."

Jenson laughed loudly, raising to his feet just as Mark had managed to climb aboard, soaking wet from his long swim.

"Is that right?"

The two men grinned at each other, a plan forming in their minds at the exact same time, with the pair of them rushing forwards to grab hold of the body of the Cohen girl.

They cheered loudly as they both threw the Brazilian over board, in to the sea, their arms raising in to air in victory though it was short lived.

Because as Larissa Cohen resurfaced, she held something in her hand up high that made one of them scream at just how good she was a pick pocketing, but then again, she had always been good at that, having grown up in the roughest area of São Paulo, with a mind full of mischief and a body small in height.

Jenson Button's phone.

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A/N

What do you think?

I may be wrong... but I think today could be the first anniversary of Legacy. Its either the 19th or the 20th of June, I can't remember but literally what the fuck!!!!

Legacy is a year old!!! A WHOLE YEAR!

Larissa Cohen was created when I was incredibly drunk in the heat of the boiling summer and she lives on a whole year on, I can't believe it. She has been the reason why I met so many of you and she was my very first Formula one book... look at me now ahaha. Larissa has become part of me as well as part of you! When I had the lowest points in my life this past year, Larissa and all of you who love her were there to help me through it instead of giving up and I love you all for it.

I know that the book is nearly over with only a season left and an epilogue but she'll always be here for all of you, like you have been for me. Thankyou all so much, I love you all.

Here's to Larissa Cohen! ❤️🇧🇷

P.S, if anybody wants to make some anniversary Larissa Cohen edits on tiktok, it'll be amazing!! My tiktok is in my bio to tag me in them!!

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

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

Love you all,

-RUBY