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The wind on the balcony brushed against his cheeks, carrying the steam from his usual morning coffee as he glanced at his phone, searching for the latest celebrity gossip.
George usually enjoyed his mornings with Kimi, because one way or another, the teenager woke up late anyway; but there was something different about those days when he didn't have to do anything and Kimi was with Max.
Sometimes he wondered what they did without him.
Of course, Kimi always told him eeeverything they talked about with his other dad, even the suggestive jokes that Verstappen used to make about him; typical of his teasing. But sometimes he wouldn't deny that was curious to see what they did.
They had stopped having those shared outings with Kimi as the Italian grew older; sometimes they would go to restaurants, parks, movies, theaters—being first-time parents and with Kimi being their only child, they did practically every activity the baby asked for.
That was until he grew up, and with that, he lost interest. Or rather, he understood his parents' relationship (if you could call it that), meaning George only needed to see Max when it was necessary, or occasionally on the podium.
Regarding that professional aspect, they were on their vacations now. It was nice that Max always made tje spending this time with his son his top tier priority on these periods; the thought brought a small smile to his face.
Which he immediately wiped off his face. No, it wasn't nice. It was his responsibility. Of course, he was smiling for his son, not for the other person mentioned.
..Anyway, George moved around the penthouse, tidying and cleaning a few things, taking advantage of Kimi's absence to do so. During this brief activity, his phone vibrated for a moment.
Albooono
hi, muuuummm
George rolled his eyes. But he also appreciated the virtual human contact.
Gigi
Haha.
Bitch.
Albooono
is little Kimi over there?
i finally got that game he wanted to try last week
Gigi
He's at Max's place.
Albooono
ooh right
damn, i forgot
and you didn't go?
Gigi
?
Of course not.
Why would I?
Albooono
idk
family time(?
ur like kinda stressed out these days, maybe a little dosis of Verstappen wouldn't be so bad ;)
George rolled his eyes again. It was early in the morning and he was already being teased.
Gigi
I'd rather kill myself.
Thank you.
Albooono
if you saaaay so
HEEEEEY BY THE WAY
what do you say if we go out this weekend?
with Lan and the others!!
maybe we can invite ur husband too
Gigi
Oh my God, drop it.
This weekend? This Friday I have to attend Kimi's school thing, not sure.
And probably will Max.
Albooono
nah, Carlos already got that solved
they said that Ollie and the boys planned to do a slumber party game night or something
didn't Kimi tell you yet?
George raised an eyebrow.
Okay, that was new. Kimi usually told him absolutely everything he planned to do, especially if it involved organizing things like that with his friends. Did he tell Max and not him? It could be a possibility. Although both Max and George were generally quite permissive with Kimi, there was a slight difference between their approaches.
Max usually didn't ask many questions, but he always picked him up no matter where he'd been. But George? Oh no, he used to ask a lot more questions ever since... what happened in Singapore.
Three months ago. Singapore. Oh, Singapore.
Last year, George had achieved a podium in a long time. He'd confided in Kimi—yes, his 17-year-old son—about going out all alone with his friends, thinking he was still that little boy who used to ask for chocolate milk while watching Backyardigans.
What George hadn't counted on was that Kimi had become friends with a controversial figure over his academy, some guy named Franco Colapinto, a boy at his school who had transferred from another country, with a rather... different way of celebrating things.
George would never forget that scene where he and Max had to pick up Kimi from what was probably his first time getting drunk. And he realized a rather funny detail: the italian had inherited his personality while drunk.
The fact that Kimi hadn't yet had the fertility test done, like him, made George a little nervous about leaving him alone in places like that. He also knew that he was about to turn 18; eventually, he was going to have to let him make mistakes too.
That little conversation with Alex made him wonder whether to ask Kimi directly or just go for Max. Because if Alex had confirmed that they had another activity that day, Kimi had somehow gotten permission. He thought for a moment, then decided to fuck it all and call him.
Max
Calling . . .
A short time later
"Hello?"
"What did we say about not telling each other important things regarding the human being we created, Max Verstappen?" George said in his most heavily accented voice.
"... Good morning to you too," Max said, realizing what was coming. "Breathe, George."
"Max," the Englishman said, sighing from the other end of the line. "I don't think I even need to say anything. You know it bothers me that neither you nor Kimi tell me things properly. A sleepover?And without me knowing about?"
"Woah, wait," Max interrupted. "What do you mean? Kimi told me you gave her permission."
George closed his eyes. The rebellious side of the adolescence had gotten his son. Oh, that cheeky—
"Permission for what? I found out from Alex that other rookie at the academy had told him about it. Andrea didn't tell me a thing," he said, sighing again. "Oh, this kid—"
"Okay, okay. First, calm down." Max interrupted him again. "To begin, you're exaggerating way too much. It's just a sleepover with his friends, and at my house, no less. It's not like anything crazy is going to happen, and don't stress yourself out so early. I'll talk to him myself, okay?"
George was silent for a while. If there was one thing he hated doing, it was admitting Max was right sometimes. "...Anyway, don't be so permissive." He said, a little calmer. "I know you, remember?"
"Oh yeah, you know me really well."
Aaaaand he started with his insinuations.
"...I honestly don't know which one to curse out first. You're really the same." George said, pressing his temple. "Anyway, pass on my little message to the honorable Andrea Kimi Verstappen."
"Russell," Max said, now simply accepting anything that came out of George's mouth in angry dad mode. "... you forgot, Verstappen-Russell?" For a moment, Max wanted the earth to swallow him up for speaking without thinking again.
And for the other, George opened his mouth as if to say something, but only let out a laugh.
"Oh my God."
"Tsk. Whatever," he said like a damn teenager. "I'll call you if anything happens. Take care."
And he hung up.
George just laughed to himself for a while. Sometimes, he couldn't deny that Max was both an idiot and unpredictable.
... Maybe that was cute.
For a moment, the small worry he had lessened. I guess it wouldn't be so bad to confide in Max for a second, he tought.
Yeah, maybe it was too early to stress.
...
On the other hand
Kiiimi <3
ollie
i'm so fucked
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Olliie <3
what