Today, Max had arrived at the Dutch gp with you and a little boys hand in his. Everyone knew about you and Max, and they knew you’d had a son together but they’d never actually seen him.

You’d kept him covered from the world, covering his face in photos and just showing his silhouette, the only time you couldn’t prevent it was when you were at Max’s races, but you just laid low.

Nicholas was skipping along as he held his father’s hand and you smiled down at him as he grabbed your hand and looked up at the both of you “Can you swing me?” he asked with a giddy smile.