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George had a secret. It was something so grave he’d never dream of uttering it out loud. But after Miami and Canada, he might just have to.
It all began in Vegas circa 2024. After winning the grand prix, everything else had faded into a blur, except the night that had subsequently followed. One thing led to another and then there was kissing and touching and many other things his drunken mind had forgotten. The morning after, he had woken up in Max Verstappen’s hotel room. Said man had been deep in slumber next to him, his arm thrown over George’s waist.
They had both been blackout drunk and when George left after awkwardly putting their clothes on, everything had been agreed to never be spoken of. A promise was the closest thing they got to signing a shared NDA.
Except, then came Suzuka of earlier this year, and he had woken up in Max’s hotel room again. This time, neither had been drunk. He’d love to recount the story but the truth was, they had both used one another to relieve themselves of their respective heat and rut. George’s suppressants hadn’t worked and Max had slipped into an early rut, and then they were both conveniently at the same hotel.
Everything was fine after. At least, George thought everything was fine. They had agreed not to speak of it once more and the world continued spinning. Everything was totally fine, perfect even, after Canada. Sure, he’d had some sickness in Miami but between the European triple header, it had all gone away. Canada had been a dream and sharing a podium with his teammate had been exactly what Mercedes needed. Everything was fine.
Until it wasn’t. Austria had hit him like a truck. Nausea had surfaced up every single morning and everything ached and he was constantly fighting his own emotions. He’d thought maybe it was the suppressants, he’d upped his dose after Suzuka, so he stopped taking them for a few days, but his heat never came, nor did it show any signs of coming.
The week before Silverstone he’d taken the risk of going to the doctor. So there he was. In a doctors office in a too big hoodie wearing sunglasses inside. Everything had been checked, his blood pressure taken, all of that fancy business. He didn’t really know why he was nervous. There couldn’t really be anything wrong with him that was so serious.
But there was.
His doctor, a nice Alpha woman, had come back into the room with a manila folder. Her eyes were sympathetic as she looked at him, slowly uttering the words that would uproot his life.
“Mr. Russell, the tests have come back.” she said. “Congratulations, you’re pregnant.”
What the hell.
———
Cardio had never been Max’s favorite, it was too tiring. It always left him breathless and his muscles aching. After a long day of his heart beating too fast, he’d come home to Kelly making dinner. It was a nice routine, not always there, but he cherished it when it was. He liked it when Kelly would be calm and not badger him with hints of proposals and stories of wedding.
P and him had chatted over dinner as Kelly occasionally joined in. She had been in a much more reserved mood after April. It was alright though, P was content to yap on about her friends and the new games she’d played on her iPad. Max was listening to her story of Roblox when his phone cut through the serene atmosphere.
Kelly’s head snapped up, her fork stopping in its motion of pushing the past around. Max grabbed his phone from his pocket, his brows furrowing as he read the contact name.
“I’ll be back in a moment.” he muttered.
P only hummed around a mouthful of food. Kelly, however, never took his eyes off of him. He could feel her gaze as he stepped out onto the balcony. He had no doubt she was holding herself from asking who it was, why, what, etc. She’d always been a curious person when it came to her family, or as his sister liked to call her, nosy.
“Russell?” Max answered.
“Verstappen.” George greeted from the other side. “So, uhm, there’s no good way to say this—are you alone?”
“Yes.” Max hummed. “Why? What’s the matter?”
“I-I went to the doctor, cause I’ve been throwing up and my heat never came…” George trailed off. “And I guess, I guess we weren’t as safe as we thought.”
Max felt his heart drop to his stomach. He remembered the nights he had spent with George, to help him and himself. They hadn’t used any condoms, but George’s suppressants were for that, weren’t they?
“George.” Max gaped. “Are you—Are you fucking kidding me? Is this a joke? Are you fucking serious?”
“Listen, I understand if you don’t want it, I just thought you should know.” George whispered. “I-uhm, I think I’m gonna, you know, abort it. But you know, it’s yours, too, so.”
For the last time that night, Max was left breathless.
“Abort it? Are—What the fuck?” Max’s voiced raised. “Don’t you want kids, a family?”
“I want a family, of course I do, but not right now.” George hissed. “I’ve come too far in this sport to just leave because some Alpha, who I’m not mated to may I remind you, and who is in a relationship, put a fetus in me!”
“How can you say that?” Max scoffed. “I want it, doesn’t that fucking matter? Who gives a shit about the relationship? I’ll raise it, if you won’t. But that is my kid, Russell.”
“I shouldn’t have called you, this was a mistake.” George’s voice trembled.
“Don’t I get a choice too? It’s my kid as well.”
“I thought you should know of its existence, I never meant to make you think you’d want me to keep it.” George sobbed.
“Of course I would!” Max paused. “I’ll go over tomorrow, don’t fucking do anything.”
“Oh, fuck you.” George groaned. “You know the address, don’t you.”
Max hung up before he said anything he’d regret. As he stepped back into he and Kelly’s apartment, his heart raced faster than when he had been sprinting on the treadmill earlier that day. He really hated cardio.
———
The silence of his apartment was daunting. George had cleaned and paced around every room for hours. He’d never meant to make Max come and persuade him into keeping a child, he’d never wanted to keep it. He’d always wanted a kid, yes, but he had made it into a cutthroat sport and there was no fucking way he’d let it all go for nine months and a lifetime stuck being judged by the media.
A child was bad enough, during the middle of the season with no warning, but a child with his colleague, much worse. It’d cast a bad look on his professional behavior, not to mention how they would criticize the Omega community for it, or at least his Omega traits. All of that combined with the other factors; no mating bond, Max being in a long-term relationship, well, the press would eat him alive. His father would gut him. All their work would be thrown away.
His career down the drain, a single Omega with a bastard child, a home wrecker. No, he’d have the opportunity to create a family on his own time and terms, not because Max fucking Verstappen wanted a child. He had Kelly to impregnate and mate.
The sound of the doorbell cut through his thoughts. George slowly stood up, his slippers making soft sounds on the floor as he walked towards the door. Max stood on the other side, as expected, when he opened it. He looked as he always did, ruggedly handsome and stupid. His eyes had become darker, however. George didn’t doubt he lost sleep yesterday night. He deserved it, the prick.
“Max, lovely as always.” George grumbled.
“Russell.” Max greeted. “May I come in?”
“You will anyways.” George snarked.
Max had thankfully left his shoes by the door. George would honestly scream at him if he brought his dirty germs into his freshly cleaned home. The doctor had said his mood swings were strong and that was probably the worst part of all this. He had no control over his emotions. It fucked him up on a normal basis, and it would fuck him up even more during seat negotiations.
“So, when did you find out?” Max questioned as he sat down on George’s couch.
“Yesterday, the morning before I told you.” George huffed as he threw himself onto the second couch. “Listen, I’ve already told you I can’t keep it.”
“Why not?” Max frowned.
“Did you tell Kelly about this?” George asked.
“Why does that matter?”
“Did you?”
“No.” Max sighed. “I only told her we needed talk today.”
“If you want a child, have one with her.” George rolled his eyes. “I can’t keep this child, Max.”
“Why not?” Max repeated his question, eyes narrowing.
“Why not, he asks.” George scoffed. “Because, Max, we’re not mates, we’re not prepared, my seat is at stake, no thanks to you by the way, and there are so many more consequences for me.”
“Then, we’ll figure it out.” Max insisted. “Your seat wouldn’t be existent by the end of this year, you know?”
George felt himself go numb. Of course, he had expected, but the confirmation was like a bucked of ice water being dumped down his back. Toto had never planned to extend his contract, it had always been Max. Of course, of fucking course.
“You fucking arsehole.” he seethed. “Do you know what they would call me? A home wrecker, a slut, a bitch, a cheater, every name under the sun that you can think of. Do you know how bad it’ll be for me? No, of course you don’t, because you’re Max Verstappen, a fucking Alpha who has the seat, a perfect girlfriend, and the backing of the press. My career? Down the fucking drain. All my wins? Ignore, erased. Everything I’ve accomplished would be nothing. Do you know how enraged my father would be? I’d be shunned from family, disowned by my parents!”
Max only clenched his jaw. George wanted to punch him, ruin his stupid fucking face. He knew he would regret it though, he’d regret anything he did if he stayed within sight of Max for a second longer. He knew he was being childish by stomping away to the kitchen, but who the fuck would judge him?
He only hoped by the time he went back to the living room, Max would accept his choice, or better yet, leave. He was tired, tired of arguing about this and tired of thinking of all the things that would happen. He was exhausted of everything he was feeling, and what he knew he would feel. He knew his choice would benefit him but—The icy cold water was a breath of fresh air. George swallowed as he heard footsteps. What did Max want now?
“How do you know it’s mine?” Max asked tentatively.
George slammed his cup down.
“Are you—you’re the only one I slept with these past two months!” George snapped. “Unlike you, I don’t have a girlfriend or boyfriend at my beck and call.”
“You’re two months along?” Max asked.
“The papers are on the kitchen table.” George pinched his nose.
There was a second of shuffling and quiet before Max was back again. George was too upset to focus on anything, really. Leave it to Max Verstappen to ruin his entire month.
“I’ll mate you.” Max stated. “Marry you, if that’s what you want.”
“Max—that’s not how it works.” George’s jaw went slack. “There’s much more to it than that.”
“Whatever it takes for you to keep them.” Max demanded.
“No—I—No, no. My career is already in jeopardy—“
“What would one year off do? We’d get mated and bonded and you’d go back when he’s born, like Nico Rosberg did.” Max explained.
“Are you—No! What about Kelly? And—And they’ll be suspicious and my career—“
“Breathe.” Max grabbed his hands. “I’ll figure Kelly out. I’ll figure it all out, you just—just don’t, abort it.”
Max said the words like they physically pained him. His hands felt warm compared to George’s, it was kind of nice. George knew he was fucked from the very beginning of the conversation. He just hoped he would have some dignity left by the time Max left.
“Why do you want to keep it so much?” George asked.
Max’s hands tightened around his.
“Because, I don’t think I would live with myself if I had a ‘would’ve’ child, someone who I could’ve raised and cherished.” Max whispered.
“What if I really couldn’t, Max?” George tried.
“Maybe if your career was great and I loved Kelly, but George, please.” Max pleaded. “If you tell me to leave now, I will. But please, I know your dreams.”
And he did. The state of George’s heat that week had left him open. He’d confessed, in a delirious haze, that he’d wanted to retire and raise his kids, maybe three or four, with his lovely Alpha. And fuck, if he hadn’t cried yesterday when he had decided on abortion. Max was wrong, yes, but, George was wrong, too. He had too much attachment to his unborn child. The reason he’d called Max was because he’d wanted reason to not to do it, not to live in guilt and glory.
George knew abortion was accepted, welcomed even, but his mother hadn’t let him believe anything other than that when he finally bore kids, he should love them from the second the pink lines appeared. He’d promised it as a child. He knew this could all blow up in their faces, but with Max in front of him, ready to give him the life his Omega wanted, who was he to deny it?
———
Kelly sobbed into his arms as she weakly punched him. P had been dropped off at her dad’s and though Max would miss her, this would be for the best. He’d visit her either way, if Kelly or her dad let him. Kelly loved him too much to deny him, perhaps, though her version of love had long been twisted by her family.
“Is this why you said no?” she asked as she stepped back. “In April?”
“Yes.” Max lied. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t know how to tell you, or that it would happen.”
“And now what?” she hiccuped. “You want me to leave? Say I was a beard all along?”
“I want you to say we’ve been split up since January.” Max requested. “We’ve only hung out for P. Contract bound statement. Please, Kelly. For me.”
Kelly’s tear stricken face looked puffy and red. She was never the prettiest of criers. Max didn’t care though, he only searched her face for compliance. He hoped she would agree to sign the contract. Perhaps he shouldn’t have fought for George and their child as much as he did, but there was something that told him to.
“Okay.” she agreed shakily. “Okay. Just give me the goddamn paper and get out.”
———
There was a fresh bite on George’s neck. It felt weird, but right. Like it had always meant to be there. George felt happy, safe, with his new mate lying next to him. Max’s body was warm next to him, both of them sticky from their previous activities. George’s head had lulled over onto Max’s chest and there was an arm protectively thrown around his shoulder.
George traced patterns on Max’s hand as he stared out the window. The curtains were drawn but moonlight had stilled poured into his room, or rather, theirs now. It all felt right. The quiet, Max’s body next to his, the calm. The effect of the bond, most likely. It was a nice feeling. It had come sooner than George’s father would like but later than George had expected when he was young.
“I’m exhausted.” George stated.
“Yeah, you know your stamina is quite high.” Max hummed.
George slapped his chest lightly.
“No, of racing.” he continued. “The seat, the drama, all of it.”
“I guess I am too.” Max admitted. “But I don’t care as long as I have speed.”
“Speed, it does nothing for me.” George frowned. “Speed is a reward.”
“Is it?”
“You know,” George began. “I wanted to be an astrophysicist when I was younger.”
“Did you?” Max looked down. “What happened?”
“My dad. Karting.” George swallowed. “He fell in love with the idea of me being a Formula 1 Driver, and I fell in love with winning, proving every one wrong, and my father’s pride.”
There was a moment of silence where Max only pulled him closer.
“Racing was never your dream, was it?”
“I’d always liked science and physics.” George breathed. “I like speed, too, but—I’m not sure if I can go on like this, anymore. My father doesn’t even attend races anymore.”
“Racing was my father’s dream, too.” Max sighed. “The world championship, trophies, all of it was his dream. Somewhere along, I began to love winning and speed. I want to win because of my love for speed, my talent, not because I’m chasing after another grand title.”
“I think, you’ll do great in Mercedes.” George looked at him. “I’d hope, as my replacement.”
“I will.” Max promised.
“And I think,” George went on. “That I’ll consider college instead of an another seat.”
“I think,” Max added. “That we’ll learn to be great fathers.”
_____
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The Verstappen-Russell Family Grows
Formula 1 Addresses Rumors and Claims
Mercedes Claim Russell Quit After Unexpected Public Backlash from Omega Groups!
Mercedes And Verstappen 2026: What to Expect
———
On the seventh month of his pregnancy, George had gone through every symptom possible. Max had been the one in charge of making sure all his cravings were fed and he was comfortable. It was difficult, with someone whose senses had been heightened unbearably, but it was common decency. Max didn’t mind, he’d found he’d do anything for George.
At first, he’d thought it was because George was carrying his child, who’d they’d found out would be a girl, and because George had a shiny rock on his finger that legally tied them together, but he soon realized it was more than that. All of the in-love acting they had to do for the media, with a backstory carefully curated to win the press over, had begun to become real. In some ways, at least.
Max had begun to known George inside out, how he took his coffee, or tea, how he liked his fancy little scones, how he got cold at night. Max had also begun to notice other things, like how he was completely in love with George. It should’ve been expected, one can’t be married to a person with such closeness and not fall in love. And yet, it took him a full month to finally utter the words.
It was a good thing they were already married. George Verstappen-Russell sounded very nice, even more when George said he liked just Verstappen more. At last, Max could finally leave behind the legacy of Jos Verstappen and create his own, with George and their lovely little girl.
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On January 5th of 2026, Alouette Serena Verstappen-Russell was born. She was a loud crier, a healthy baby girl.
At age 2, she would be given a younger brother. Hyacinth Sophus Verstappen-Russell was born on May 30th of 2028.
The youngest and last of the siblings would be Cosette Maxine and Calliope Willow Verstappen-Russell, twins born on November 1st of 2030.