𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎'𝚜  𝚙𝚘𝚟

It's been 2 years since George and I got married. Today was the last race of the season and today I would announce that I would retire from racing... because there's a little boy growing inside of my stomach. George and I were tight in the championship around 10 points difference but for now I was in the lead. We woke up early by the alarm and George stopped it before placing a soft kiss on my stomach. I still remember the day I told him... 3 weeks ago. My belly started showing a little by now but it was still easy to hide it. George came home from the Mercedes factory and found a pregnancy test and a pair of small baby shoes on the counter while I sat on the couch.

George: "Mike?"

Mike: "yes?"

George: "are you really?"

I nodded at him with a smile. His smile grew as wide as I had ever seen and he engulfed me in a hug and a kiss. We were gonna be parents. The last race of the season was started and George started on pole but due to a bad start I came out in front of him. Both misjudging the last corner of lap 23 we spun off. We both crashed. I came into the wall hard and wrapped my arms around my stomach instead of my head. I sighed happy that I was okay. I was still aloud to race at this time of my pregnancy but if it was 2 weeks later I wasn't. I told my engineer I was okay. The team knew I was pregnant and knew that was the reason I was retiring. They all were happy for me and supported me. George ran out of his car and towards me.

George: "are you guys okay?"

Mike: "we're okay."

A sigh of relief left his mouth before he helped me climb out. We went into the medical car and drove back to the medical center. We got checked out and even checked the baby who was fine as well after the crash. I now also knew I won another WDC. My fifth before retiring. Successful career I could say.

𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎'𝚜  𝚙𝚘𝚟
𝟺  𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜  𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

I walked to the media pen after I won the English GP. 4 world titles on my name with Mercedes AMG. I heard a scream behind me making me turn around in my race suit that hung around my lower body revealing my fire proof shirt, a Mercedes cap on my head and my racing shoes still on. I found our little boy running towards me. The 4 year old Maverick running into my arms as I kneeled down. I picked him up and rested my arm underneath his butt to let him sit more comfortable.

George: "hey Mave. Where's mommy?"

My son pointed behind him where my beautiful wife came walking towards us. Her black jeans perfectly on her legs like normally with a black shirt and a grey blazer. A pair of black vans on her feet as it was easier with Maverick... he's a runner. Her hair was hanging on her shoulders as she reached us. I pecked her lips softly while we walked further into the media pen. I started with Ziggo sports and Mike stood besides the camera out of view while Maverick snuggled his head into my neck softly.

Jack: "ah isn't he a cute little guy."

George: "just as pretty as his mommy isn't he."

Jack: "speaking off mommy. Why don't you join them Mike."

She smiled softly and stepped into the cameras view. She wrapped her arm around my back as I did the same. After Jack was done questioning me he asked Mike some questions as well in Dutch as she spoke it fluently of course.

Jack: "I've also got a little present for our little Russell... because I heard he loves stroopwafels."

Jack took out a package of them and handed them to Mave. Maverick had a huge smile on his face as he gently took it from Jack. They high fived before Maverick thanked him.

Maverick: "thank you mister Jack!"

Jack: "no problem little friend."

We waved to him as we went on doing interviews. Maverick fell asleep after a while in the middle of an interview and Mike came into view gently taking him from me. I planted a soft kiss on his head and mouthed a thanks to Mike along with a wink. Mavericks head leaning in Mike's neck while she held him close to her body. After we were done with interviews I quickly changed and took Maverick back into my arms from Mike. I intertwined my fingers with Mike's fingers and threw our bag pack on my shoulder before we walked to the exit of the paddock. Photographers snapping pictures of us as we left. My life was absolutely perfect... with our little son... the perfect wife... my dream job... great support around me... what else to wish for?

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