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"I love you...but you truly sound delusional."

A loud scoff escaped Kallie's lips and she reached over, immediately wacking the blonde over the head. "I am not delusional!" Nico winced and pushed her hand away. "Can you look at the road please? You are trying to kill us!" He exclaimed. She rolled her eyes at his dramatics and looked back at the road ahead.

"You're such a baby." She mumbled, turning the corner and into the parking lot of the hotel she was staying at with Lewis.

"Says the one who begged me to fly to Belgium." Nico scoffed, climbing out of the car after she put it in park. She rolled her eyes, climbing out and shutting the door, locking it when both doors were firmly closed. "I did not beg you. I don't beg." She denied, hitting his arm. "I'm pretty sure Lewis says otherwise," Nico giggled, but quickly shut up upon seeing her harsh glare on him.

"I can wait in the lobby for you whilst you get dressed," Nico offered.

"No! You have to come with me." Kallie insisted, taking his hand and dragging him into the elevator. He gave her a slightly alarmed and concerned look that she ignored, clicking the button to the floor she was on. They walked down the floor and entered the suite. He kicked off his shoes and followed her down the hall. The sight of Lewis lounging on the sofa boredly made him pause. He turned to Kallie quickly, "you tricked me!"

"Did I?" Kallie chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck.

"I'm not exactly pleased to be here either, man," Lewis input, tossing his phone on the coffee table.

Nico scoffed, looking to his best friend for answers and she just shrugged, walking past him to get the door. He groaned, moving over to the couch. He shoved Lewis's feet off and sat down on the far end. "You could've used your words and I would've moved," Lewis muttered in disdain, scooting away from his old best friend. "When you learn what an apology is, maybe I'll be nicer," the blonde mumbled.

Kallie returned with Jennie, the woman smiling and taking a seat opposite of the two. The singer plopped down on the middle of the couch, a smug smile on her face because both of them did not wanna be there. "Nico, this is my therapist, Jennie. I'm here to translate because she only speaks Korean." Kallie explained.

He scoffed, "I don't need therapy, Kalliope."

"Watch the name!" Kallie scowled, smacking the back of his head. He winced dramatically as Lewis cracked a chuckle of amusement. "I don't need therapy so this is really pointless," Nico says, and Kallie translated it to Jennie. "Well, this is more about resolving your issues with Lewis so you can move on and feel a weight lifted off your shoulder." Jennie responded and Kallie translated to Nico.

"I have moved on. I am perfectly fine. My conscience is clear. If he has a problem letting go, then that's his fault, he's feeling it for a reason." Nico replied stubbornly, and Lewis just rolled his eyes as Kallie translated to Jennie. "Lewis, what do you think of Nico's strong words?" Jennie asked, Kallie translating to Nico. "I think he's acting like a big baby who hasn't eaten his breakfast," Lewis shrugged.

Kallie withheld the urge to laugh as she translated his words to Jennie. Nico scoffed, his eyes rolling in pure annoyance. Jennie turned to him, "Nico, how do you feel about his claims?" She asked and Kallie translated with a smile. She was really loving this. He sighed, shrugging his shoulder, "listen ma'am, I just feel frustrated and annoyed that I've been dragged to couples therapy about a relationship that ended a decade ago."

Kallie translated, and shot Lewis a glare for causing Nico so much heartbreak. He just rolled his eyes, still annoyed that he had to do this. "A relationship you both clearly have not recovered from," Jennie smiled. Kallie giggled before translating to the blonde. "I have an idea. You two will stay here all day if needed, and talk. Go back to the past together in search for a future." Jennie instructed, getting up from her seat.

She held her hand out to the singer as she was translating to a confused Nico with an irritated Lewis contemplating his life choices. But Kallie was always worth it. "Kalliope, come with me. We'll let these two talk." She nodded, getting uo and following her therapist out. When the door shut, Nico and Lewis turned to each other. "This is all your fault," Nico stated, pulling full blame on him.

Lewis scoffed in disbelief, "my fault? Wanting to be a better person for my future wife is a bad thing?"

"If it means you disrupting my life, then yes, it is," Nico answered simply.

"You really gotta get over it. We both fucked up. We were both in the wrong. Why can't you just get over it?" Lewis argued.

"You really think it's that simple?"

Four hours later...

Lewis and Nico had given them the okay to return, so after sharing a few drinks at the bar and chatting about her own problems, they headed back upstairs to the suite. On the way up, Kallie got a phone call from Sebastian Vettel, very random with odd timing, but she still answered it. "Mholo?" She smiled. "Did they make up yet? I have to know everything." He asked, smiling as her face popped up on the screen.

"How did you even find out?" Kallie scoffed in disbelief, giving him a scolding look.

"Kez told me. You know she called us the "dirty mistresses" and I can't thinking about it." Seb said, giggling softly in amusement. Kallie couldn't help but snicker at that because of how accurate it sounded. "Of course she did. But anyways, we are on our way up to check on them because we left for them to talk it all out themselves. I'm hoping there's no blood involved, but I'm prepared. I've got my GPS on for the nearest hospital if it gets messy."

"Ooh, keep me on the phone. I wanna see everything." Seb said excitedly.

Kallie chuckled and stepped out of the elevator, heading down the hall to the suite. Jennie unlocked the door and they walked inside. Luckily, there was no blood, so that was a good sign. But she did take notice of pillow feathers all over the room and two broken vases on either side of the couch. "Do you realize how rude this is? Absolutely no decorum!" Kallie complained, grabbing the pillow and hitting Nico in the back of the head, feathers flying everywhere.

"You betta have made up!" Kallie said, pointing to them as Seb snickered, wishing he was there to see this in person.

"We're good now, love." Lewis reassured, pulling her onto his lap and she yelped, shooting him a glare. He peeked over her shoulder, "is that Seb?" She nodded and Seb waved at the camera happily. "Can you guys hug so I know you're not lying?" Seb requested. Kallie laughed and stood up, switching the camera for Seb. The two got up begrudgingly and shared a hug, Seb cheered on the camera. "Thank you for that. Bless you, Kallie! Your issues fixed theirs. Now you know you're useful." He joked.

Kallie scowled and his eyes widened, the call ending in a quick second. She sat back down so she could translate again. Lewis pulled her closer, and pressed a kiss to her shoulder, internally grateful that she got him into therapy. "So, let's go through what you spoke about when we were gone. Nico, you can go first." Jennie stated, and Kallie did her job and translated to him.

"I think Lewis should go first," Nico shrugged.

"Thank you. I'd love to," Lewis smiled.

"This is...interesting," Kallie hummed, looking between the two in suspicion.

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"Uh, I honestly don't care what anyone thinks. I continue to prove that I belong here. An old man's opinion on my character doesn't mean shit to me." Kallie smiled, and walked away, ending the interview with that. It was the same shit every race week. Just another washed old guy making a comment on her character because they couldn't say shit about her driving.

Lewis made pole position for the first time in a very very long time, so obviously the whole team was very happy about that. Max was P2, and Kaylen was P3 on the starting grid. Kallie had originally qualified in P2, but she faced a disqualification when Christian Horner reported her car to the stewards. They had an investigation on it and apparently her car was underweight. She was forced to the back of the grid.

She didn't really care anyways. She didn't even like to be in Spa. She always had the worst luck in Spa. It first happened when she and another driver got into a crash a few years back and it almost took his life. He recovered from it, but he still blamed her for it to this day. She just wanted this race to pass so she could put all her focus on her home race in South Korea. It didn't help that someone actually lost their life on this track. Anthoine Hubert.

Kaylen was also having a tricky time, almost fumbling P3 to Lando. He was in his head a lot when he was in Spa. Anthoine was one of his closest friends in F2. He was one of the few drivers who was nice and welcoming to Kaylen. He took it very hard when he passed. He wanted to win in Spa for Anthoine. He was determined to win for his friend. It wouldn't be easy, but then again, nothing ever was.

She walked to the parking lot, exhausted from the long day, including staying late to work with the strategists. She insisted they give Kaylen the better strategies for the race, to which they had to listen when Jae-hyun approved of it. Even if she was leading the championship, she knew how much winning this would mean to her brother, so she was persistent on him getting all the special treatment this weekend.

"Kallie!" She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she turned around, faced with Lewis. "What do you want?"

"I wanna celebrate! Aren't you proud of me?" Lewis smiled, throwing an arm around her as she turned to walk to her car. "Proud of you? You do realize I was disqualified, right? Why would I wanna celebrate?" She scoffed, unlocking her car and shrugging his arm off. "Oh please, don't act like you even care. You hate Spa. This is like a filler race for you." He said, getting in front of her door to block it.

"I'm just not in the mood, Lewis. It's not even about the race." Kallie spoke, wishing he would move so she could get out of there.

"It's about Carter, isn't it?" Lewis questioned, and noticed the way she faltered when he mentioned the name of the man she crashed with in Spa years ago. "No. Can you move? I'm exhausted. I want to go to sleep." She requested, gesturing him to move out of her way. He shook his head, not budging, "no, I'm not letting you drive when you're tired. I'll drive. Give me your keys." He held his hand out and she rolled her eyes, begrudgingly setting her keys into his hand.

The drive to the hotel was quiet, simply because Kallie put on some music and may have fell asleep on the way there. He stopped to pick up some food for her on the way because he knew she'd be hungry. When they got to the hotel, he followed her up, wanting to be with her. He'd pick her company over a club any day. He followed her inside and she kicked off her shoes and went to the bedroom, plopping down on the comfy mattress.

He laid down next to her, both of them silently eating their food as a movie played on the TV. "Did you hear he was personally invited by Horner?" Kallie spoke, finally breaking the comfortable silence. He nods, aware she was talking about Carter Price. "I did, and Toto also wasn't pleased with it when he heard." She sighed, running a hand down her face in exasperation, "clearly his plan was to throw me off game, and it's working."

"It only works if you let it," Lewis shrugs, receiving an annoyed look from her, but she didn't argue because he wasn't wrong.

"It's hard to ignore when he's in a wheelchair because of me," she muttered. His brows furrowed slightly in confusion and he turned to look at her, "wait- I'm confused. You think it was your fault?" She nodded as if it was obvious, and it was to her. "Kallie..have you actually watched the crash back? Have you seen all the angles?" He questioned.

"No. I could not bring myself to, but I know it was my fault. Everyone say it was." She replied, shrugging her shoulder.

"Fucking hell." Lewis muttered, quickly reaching for the remote and searching up the crash for all angles. "No, Lew, don't play it. I really don't need to relive it," she frowned. "Baby, the last thing I want is you feeling guilty for something that was not even close to being your fault. Watch the replay." He said, turning her head back to the television. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she watched the many replays from several different angles.

"...he turned into me."

Lewis turned it off and pulled her into his arms, tears falling from her eyes. All these years she blamed herself for something that wasn't even her fault. "You gonna be alright, love?"

"Can you just hold me?" She sniffles, curling into him.

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"Ignore him. Just focus on your race."

She wanted to listen to her father's words, but it was hard when they kept panning the camera to Carter, the man sitting in a wheelchair as he chatted it up with Christian Horner. Everytime she seen him, it made her more frustrated by the second. How could he blame her for something he did? He fully turned into her, causing the crash. He ended up paralyzed by his own mistakes and had the audacity to blame her and spew disgusting things at her.

Kallie sighed, taking her balaclava and pulling it over her head. She grabbed her helmet from Darren and pulled it on. She climbed inside the car and one of her mechanics handed her the steering wheel. She hated starting from the back. She preferred being up front just as everyone did. But, the Spa track always had some rain so she was hoping that would help her move up to the top row faster.

They began the formation lap, lining up in their respective grid places. The lights went out and it was battle between the top three. Lewis didn't get the start he was looking for, and Kaylen sped past both Lewis and Max to take the lead of the race. Meanwhile in the back, Kallie went from P22 to P13 in just the first lap.  She maneuvered her way past the cars in front of her, pushing herself up the grid with what looked like ease. They had a yellow flag in the 2 & 3 sectorts because Piastri had to pull over and retire.

"We are very fast on the straights," she reported just as she overtook Logan Sargeant to gain P12.

The laps went by quite fast, she continued to overtake, pushing herself into P9 by lap 15 out of 44. "That Williams was quite fast on the straight. Very impressive." She commented, checking in her mirrors to see Fernando coming out of the pits. He chased her for P9 but she kept her place tight. Carlos was right in front of her, repeatedly checking his mirrors for her. She gained a slipstream and he couldn't do anything about it as she flew straight past him in P8.

Kaylen soon came into the pits, and they were doing a one stop, so they put him on some softs. After three laps, he gained the lead back from Max who was in P2. Lewis was pushed down to P3, just not having the same pace as them. They had some light rain, which didn't effect Kaylen all that much, so he stuck with his softs. He could manage it after all those years of watching Kallie and Lewis do it.

Some of the others pitted, but the ones who could manage it stayed out. They had ten more laps, Kallie was pushed up to P5 after the others pitted. She was battling it out with Charles for that P4 spot and he wasn't letting up. But she had the pace he was lacking. Coming up on turn 9, and with the help of the light showers, she overtook the Ferrari. "P4, Kallie! Let's go! Keep pushing!" James encouraged.

She closed the gap with Lewis, half a second from him. Coming up on turn 18 is where she lost herself. It felt like she was back in 2016, coming up on turn 18 with a rookie Carter racing her wheel to wheel. And then it happened, she got too close to comfort and the next thing she knew, her car was sliding at an ungodly pace hitting the safety barriers to slow her down.

"Kallie? Are you okay?" James questioned in concern as she had went completely silent going into turn 18.

"I-Is Price okay?" She stammered out, ignoring the heavy ache in her head from the impact.

"Price? You mean, Hamilton? Lewis is okay. Are you okay? Kallie?" James repeated, sharing a worried look with her engineers.

Lewis climbed out of the car, a bit confused on what the hell happened. Kallie's tyre had locked up and his front made contact with hers, causing him to slide off but his impact wasn't as harsh as hers. His eyes landed on Kallie and he could see her hands shaking as she tried to pull off her gloves, her heart picking up with every second. He ran over to her car, leaning over the halo, "Kallie? You alright, love?"

She didn't respond, clearly in a whole other world. He leaned over and removed her buckles before hooking his hands under her arms and pulling her out. "Come on, baby. You're alright." She stumbled into his arms as he got her back onto the ground, keeping her steady. He pulled off her helmet and balaclava so she could breathe and be in the present, not feeling like she was trapped in an unwanted memory.

"Take some breaths. You're alright. I got you." Lewis coaxed in his soothing voice, rubbing her back as he led her away from the track.

He knew she wouldn't want to take a car back, as being off the ground would only further cause her distress. So they walked back to her private motorhome, and he was with her the whole time, not stopping to get checked out. When he pushed open the door to the motorhome, he seen Nico already waiting for them, quick to help her inside. "Has this happened before?" Lewis asked, not dismissing the way she was completely zoned out.

"It happens every time she races in Spa, on that exact lap. This is the first time it's caused a crash." Nico answered, helping her sit down.

"How have I not known about this?" Lewis breathed out, kneeling down in front of her.

"She doesn't tell you everything," Nico shrugs, receiving a glare from the driver. "Kallie, can you hear me?" Lewis waved his hand in front of her face to which the blonde swatted it away. "That's not helping!" He scolded. "Well tell me how to help her!" Lewis yelled in frustration and concern. "I don't know how to help her. She usually snaps out of it by now," Nico argued.

"Go get Jennie! Maybe she can help," Lewis said, and Nico was quick to run out to find the therapist.

"Baby? Kallie, can you hear me at all? You're really scaring the shit out of me." Lewis sighed, moving to sit next to her, putting his arms around her. "You know it wasn't your fault. It was never your fault. None of it. In fact, I kinda wanna go beat the shit outta that guy for causing you this pain. I hate that everyone turned on you for something you didn't cause. But I admire how strong you are because of it. They don't deserve you, love."

"Thank you for caring," she mumbled into his chest, and his eyes widened as he pulled away to look at her. "Kallie? You're alright now, baby?" He cupped her face, his thumb wiping the tear that fell from her eye.

"I'm alright," she sniffles, nodding her head and he sighed in relief, pulling her back in.

"Please don't ever scare me like that again," he mumbled into her hair, pressing many kisses to her head as his arms tightened around her. "Ow," she murmured and his arms loosened, "sorry."

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"She's not talking to him. Absolutely not. Can you even comprehend the mental damage he's done to her? For something that was completely his fault because he can't drive for shit." Kallie went to open her mouth but quickly shut it because despite his harsh words, he wasn't wrong at all. The doctors checked on her, and she was luckily fine, just a mild headache. They claimed she had a panic attack, but she wasn't sure of that, then again she also didn't argue.

Lewis was pissed off when Maeanna came in and said that Carter wanted to have a private conversation with Kallie, therefore his little outburst. "I'll go tell him no," Maeanna mumbled before making her exit.

"I should go out to the garage. Kaylen needs some support." Kallie spoke, rising from the couch, causing Lewis to look at her with concern, "are you sure?" She nods, "yeah, I also want my mum and sisi to know I'm okay. Thanks for staying with me, though. I'm really grateful." She leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek before pushing open the door to step out where Nico was waiting for her.

"All good?" He asked, setting a hand on her back as they walked down to the garage. There was a few more laps left, so they'd get to see Kaylen win, hopefully, because anything could happen. She nods, taking the bottle of water he passed her. They made it to the garage, and she took a seat next to Jae-hyun, and of course he was very happy to see she was doing okay.

Kaylen crossed the chequered flag, winning the race in honor his late friend Anthoine Hubert. She watched on the monitor as he climbed out of the car, and sat down in front of it, just taking it all in. Pierre waited next to him, and they shared a hug when Kaylen got back up. He hadn't made podium, but he wanted to be there for Kaylen because he knew Kaylen would be there for him if he was in the same position.

Charles was next to hug him, and then Max, both on the podium with him. Kaylen rushed over to his team, all of them cheering him on, including Kallie's side of the garage. And Jae-hyun was there to embrace him last, giving him many words of wisdom. He blew a kiss to the camera, knowing Kallie was watching, but also for his mum, who was obviously one of his biggest supporters from day one.

After the podium celebration, Kallie was pulled to do some interviews. She got there around the same time Lewis did. "Can you explain what happened out there with the crash with Lewis? Do you think it was his fault?" She was asked, obviously they wanted to stir up some kind of drama because Kallie tended to be very blunt about crashes. "Uh, no, it was just an unfortunate incident. It wasn't at all his fault. I take full accountability for my part out there. It's unfortunate, but it happens. There's no bad blood. I hope we can just move past it."

Her responses certainly caught the reporters off guard, not expecting that from her, but it was practically the same answer they got from Lewis, too. There was no petty comments, or any kind of shade being thrown. Just accountability and genuineness from them. She got down to the last reporter, eager to get this over and done with so she could go back to her hotel and take a much needed nap. "You happened to crash at the same turns and lap from your 2016 crash, that happened to end the rookie Carter Price's carrer. And you also confused Hamilton and Price from what we heard through the radio. Would you say that had anything to do with your collision with Lewis?"

"Uhm, uh...I-I don't know," she stammered, looking to Maeanna for help but she had absolutely nothing.

"You don't need to answer that. Come on." Lewis input, putting a hand on her shoulder to lead her away. The last thing he needed was her put under duress from a question she didn't need to answer.

"Meet me by my motorhome when you're finished with media duties. I'll take you back to the hotel, okay?" He spoke, and she nodded, thankful that he pulled her out of that. And so she did just that. After popping a bottle with Kaylen and celebrating his win, including taking the team picture with him, and doing a quick debrief with the team, she got showered and changed and sat down by his motorhome with her stuff, patiently waiting for his arrival.

He found her sitting there, small snores leaving her as she rested her head on the suitcase. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he kneeled down and tapped her cheek to wake her. She groaned softly, her eyes opening to look at him, subconsciously admiring his pretty eyes that stared into hers. "Hey beautiful. I'm gonna get changed and I'll be right back so we can leave, okay?"

She nodded, closing her eyes again as he stood up and moved past her to quick enter his motorhome. A few minutes later, he came back and picked up her stuff to carry. "I have no problem driving. I know you don't like it." Kallie offered as they walked to his car. "I will be fine, Kallie. It's okay. I don't want you driving right now." He reassured, unlocking the car and setting her stuff into the boot.

"Are you sure? I'm okay with it, seriously." She insisted.

"Get in the car, Kallie." Lewis ordered, pulling open the passenger door. She sighed in defeat, climbing inside and he smiled in satisfaction, shutting the door after her.

They got back to the hotel and Kallie immediately called Miles to check on Kamiyah. Yes, she left her daughter with Miles. It wasn't her first choice, but Kaikara had to travel for a special surgery and she had nobody else to watch her. Lewis trusted Miles, so she knew she could trust him too. "Is that chocolate on her face?" Kallie squints, and Miles eyes widened as he quickly moved the camera off of Kamiyah.

"What? No! Definitely not. We totally did not eat chocolate strawberries, bruv." Miles scoffed, and Kami giggled, patting his cheek with her chocolate covered hand.

Lewis chuckled, pulling his shirt over his head before plopping down on the bed next to her. Honestly, he had his own room, but he preferred to stay with her and it wasn't like she was making any effort to complain. She actually seemed to welcome it. His presence throughout the weekend brought her immense comfort. "You having fun with Uncle Miles, princess?" He asked, leaning over Kallie's shoulder to see the phone.

"Yes! We go to see movie and he teach me to fence like him!" Kami cheered, her face squished against his cheek as she got into the camera frame. "Move your big head! Mama and Baba want see me no you!" She scowled, causing Miles to look at her in offense. "Kami! Be nice!" Kallie scolded, meanwhile Lewis was cackling like an old grandfather. "Ooh, she told your ass, man!"

"This behavior should not be encouraged!" Kallie gasped, hitting his arm.

"Oh, come on, baby! That was hilarious! Where's your sense of humor at?" Lewis teased, nudging her playfully.

"Y'all do know this little girl is obsessed with sandwiches, right?" Miles questioned, and Kami gasped dramatically, smacking his shoulder. "They called sarmies!" She scowled. "Fine! Sorry! I don't understand you're obsession with sarmies. They're not even that good." He scoffed. Kami frowned, and his eyes widened when she burst into tears, sobbing dramatically.

"Dude! You made my little girl cry!" Lewis expressed.

"If you stop crying, I'll make you chocolate ice cream," Miles proposed, knowing this always worked on her. She sniffles, wiping her eyes and nodding, "stwahberry." He grinned in victory, "see that guys? I'm great with kids. You should let me babysit more often."

"I'll think about it," Kallie chuckled uncertainly.

Their was a loud knock on the door that pulled them from the conversation. "I'll get it." Lewis said, getting up and walking out of the bedroom to get the door. He pulled it open, his jaw immediately tightened at the sight of Carter Price. "Is this Kalliope's room?" He questioned, confused at the sight of Lewis. One of the few drivers he had no intention of meeting because he knew how defensive he was over Kallie in motorsports.

"Yeah, it is. What the hell do you want?" Lewis questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh, I didn't know you two were involved that way. Uh, anyways, I was just wondering if I could talk with her? It's really important." Carter spoke with persistence, glancing behind Lewis to see if Kallie was there. She seemed easier to get through to rather than the protective boyfriend. "She wants nothing to do with you, man. There's nothing to talk about. You tormented her for years, and used your white influence to turn everyone against the black woman. The damage is already done. It really doesn't matter what you say now."

"Hey- man, it had nothing to do with her race-"

Lewis scoffed, his eyes filled with nothing but disgust. "Don't give me that bullshit. It had everything to do with her race, and the fact that she's a woman, who was and is better than you."

"Lew, who's at the door, baby?" Kallie walked out of the bedroom, just hanging up with Miles as he had to get Kami all cleaned up before bed. He couldn't have her going to bed covered in chocolate and strawberry juices. She froze, her eyes landing on the man in the wheelchair. God, how much she loathed that chair. It just reminded her of all the torment. "What do you want?"

"Can we talk? Please? I'm desperate." He requested, glad he no longer had to talk to Lewis.

"No. I have nothing more to say to you, Price." Kallie shook her head, setting her hand on the door shutting it closed. Nothing he could say would change anything. And she wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction of clearing his conscience, not when he evaded hers for years with no end.

"Did you just call me baby?" Lewis smirked, turning to her. Of course he could never be serious.

She scoffed in denial, shaking her head, as she turned to walk away, "oh whatever, you know my English not that good."

"No, no making up excuses. You called me baby. Oh, you really like me." He teased, a smirk etched on his lips, sliding his hands around her torso. She looked up at him, a small smile threatening to show, "you're so annoying."

"Yeah, and you love it, baby." He smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she blushed.

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a/n: they're so cutesy 🥰

can't wait for the kez and seb link up y'all 🤞🤞

KALLIES HOME RACE IS NEXT IM SO EXCITED 😋😋

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