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"C'mon little one. Gimme something. Anything." Clark looked upon your little form on your tummy time mat, he lying across from you on his own tummy. This was his challenge of the ages. This was you simply minding your own business. Something that Clark isn't well-versed in.

Obviously.

Baby space had taken a firm hold on you that day, which meant lots of napping and bottles and... yeah that's pretty much it.

And of course, Clark and Lois being the best caregivers around were there to love and take care of you no matter the headspace.

But it became quite clear as the day went on that Clark found baby space time with you a lot less... mentally stimulating... than kiddo space time with you.

"Lois... are you sure they're okay? I mean, they haven't said a single word in hours!" Clark called out to his partner, who was busy making your lunchtime bottle in the kitchen.

Clark reached out, softly poking your cheek to see if that would elicit any reaction from you, but ended up getting a blank, albeit very cute, stare back.

"Babies usually don't talk Clark," Lois replied simply, testing the temperature of your milk briefly on her wrist and walking back to the living room once satisfied with it, plopping down next to Clark. "Because they're babies."

Lois made some very inviting cooing noises, wiggling your bottle in front of you, which urged you to crawl over from your comfy spot on the floor to the even comfier spot on your mama's lap.

"I know but..." Clark sat up, scooting closer to Lois as he tried to find the words.

"But what?" Lois asked, placing the bottle into your mouth and letting you drink to your heart's content.

"Don't they seem bored to you?" Clark finished, his eyebrows scrunching up. Lois let out a small chuckle, looking down at you, a fondness like no other twinkling in her eyes.

"They look pretty content to me. I think you're the one who's bored here, Clark." Lois' lip quirked into a soft smirk before she focused back on you, helping the bottle ease out of your mouth for a bit so you could take a breath.

"No, no, it's just- well, just nothing. Yeah, I guess you're right." Clark admitted with a soft sigh. "But wouldn't it be a bit more fun for everyone involved if we played a game or something?"

Lois shrugged, continuing to feed you your bottle, which was her main priority opposed to entertaining Clark. Sorry Supes.

"I guess you can try after they're done with their lunch." Lois suggested. Clark nodded, and fell quiet, now a man on a mission to have you get some playtime in. He went off to prepare while Lois remained where she was, enjoying the still calmness and your happy little gulps.

Clark returned shortly after his departure with some of your favorite toys he found scattered about the house in tow. He could have sworn he had asked you to pick them up the day prior. But that's a story for another time, yes? He sat back down, keeping himself patient as you were fed and burped.

"Welp. There you go." Lois said as she plopped you down on the floor before Clark, with some difficulty as your little hands seemed desperate to hold onto the front of her shirt. "Go crazy."

Clark immediately started to go crazy, but not really as that's just an expression, what he literally did was hold out your favorite stuffed animal first, just to see how you would react.

"C'mon baby, c'mon. Come and get your toy! C'mon, come see it!" Clark smiled as big as he could, rubbing the soft fuzz of the toy against your cheek. You just yawned and stared blankly at him, well, more so through him, actually.

"No? Nothin? Is Daddy really that much of a snooze-fest?" Clark gave you a jokingly stern look that would have usually gotten a few giggles out of you, but today was not his day, as a matter of fact, you busied yourself crawling away from him!

You were actually a baby on a mission to get some mama time in, so off you went! But there were obstacles in the way, like the big bored alien mountain that spontaneously appeared in front of your path, blocking the way.

"C'mon kiddo! I thought you loved playing with me, what's the scoop, huh? Why dont'cha anymore?" Clark pouted. You pouted back, time to state your mission statement.

"Mama." You babbled, pointing to the one and only seated on her throne, the couch, who was enjoying the heck out of this, clearly, giggles spilling out as she watched you two.

"Yes. That's Mama, and she's soooo, super duper cool, but so is Dada, not to toot my own horn, so let's play?" He offered once more, even giving you his inviting dopey grin, but you took it for the road as Mama awaited.

You crawled around the talkative obstacle, sitting at Lois' feet as you reached the couch, she laughed down at you, trying not to snort out, knowing Clark would be a little disappointed. But God, were you cute, and God, was this funny.

"We meet again." She said in a playful tone as if she was an ancient thing, expecting you. Now that DID get a giggle out of you as she brought you close to snuggle into her lap, and Clark's pout deepened all the more.

He shuffled over on his knees to where you and Lois sat, resting his chin on one of the couch cushions. He proceeded to sit there and sigh progressively louder every few seconds until Lois looked at him.

He was just as much of a baby as you, if you couldn't already tell.

"What?" Lois finally tore her eyes away from you to meet the eyes of a pouty Clark. At least both of you were cute to look at.

"What am I doing wrong? Why don't they like me anymore?" Clark's eyebrows scrunched as he reached out, placing a hand on your head, his own spur-of-the-moment comment being proven wrong as you leaned into the hand. He smiled.

"Nothing Clark, they're just milk drunk and sleepy and want me for a while. They're a baby, remember? It's not personal."

Lois rested her cheek on top of your head. She believed every word she had spoken, though, she couldn't help but sympathize with Clark as he wasn't currently feeling the comfort that is holding a little one. Their little one.

That could be rearranged.

"C'mon. Hop up here and share the love." Lois stopped rubbing your back for a brief moment to pat the spot next to her, inviting Clark to the couch throne.

Immediately he obliged, getting comfortable next to Lois, reaching out once more to run his hand through your hair. You cooed out to him, and that was enough for Clark.

Slowly and softly, he rested his cheek against Lois' shoulder. First your breath evened out, and your parents' followed.

The house was still, you all asleep.

And, obviously, everyone, felt loved.

It was New Years Eve, and since Tony was strictly against Peter drinking, he thought of a little game that all of the team could get involved without leaving the kid out.

As soon as Tony mentioned it to the team, they immediately agreed to play, and now they were sat around Peter in pairs. Nat and Clint, Steve and Tony, along with Bucky and Sam were all paired up, with various shots around them. They were all smirking at the nervous looking Peter, who hadn’t actually been told about the point of the game.

“Okay, I wanna go first. Peter, it’s important that you laugh so Sam has to drink.” Bucky told him with a cheeky smile as Sam whined and shook his head. “No kid, it’s important that you hold in your laughter so Bucky has to drink.” Sam replied, making poor Peter look even more confused.

“Why? What’s going to hAPPEN?!” He yelped as Bucky pulled him towards him, digging into his ribs quickly whilst wrapping him up in a hug to ensure he couldn’t get away.

“What’s going to happen is, you’re gonna laugh and make ol’ Sammy boy here drink!” Bucky teased, squeezing rapidly into Peters sides and grinning when he squealed with giggles. He heard Sam groan as he watched the kid kick out and giggle adorably.

“Kid, can you not be so sensitive?” Sam asked with an eye roll whilst Bucky continued to tickle him just for the sake of it. He drilled his metal fingers into Peters thighs, squeezing rapidly to make Peter really kick out and giggle, just to rub it into Sam’s face.

“I’m not gonna stop until Sam drinks!” Bucky grinned evilly, jellyfishing onto his knees now as Sam decided to wait it out a little to let Peter have a laugh. Eventually, he took the shot, scrunching his face up which looked so hilarious that Bucky stopped tickling Peter to laugh at Sam’s face. He let Peter go so he could go back into the circle.

Nat decided it was her turn, she shuffled forward and turned him so he was facing Clint. He wrapped her arm around his waist and smirked cheekily.

“It’s just gonna happen, isn’t it Baby Spider? You’re gonna make Clint drink.” She told him as she immediately began skittering her nails up his top and along his sides. The lighter tickles already earning squeals from Peter as he tried to arch away from Nat.

“Nonono... it’s not gonna happen...” He squeaked out, the lighter sensations being a lot worse for poor Peter as he struggled to hold in his giggles. Nat couldn’t help but roll her eyes, suddenly scribbling lightly into his belly, knowing that would do the trick.

“Nahahahaoooooo!” He yelped, arching away from her as he squealed with high pitched giggles. He thrashed around under Nat’s hold whilst attempting to push at her arms to set himself free.

“Yes! I knew it, go on then Clint, you lose.” Nat grinned proudly as she gently wriggled into his belly button, grinning as Peter screeched and bucked once more. She then briefly turned her attention to Clint, who reluctantly took his shot.

That wasn’t the end of Nat’s torture though, she continued to drag her nails up and down Peter’s ribs for a little while before giving him an over the top kiss to his cheek and letting him go.

“I call shotgun!” Tony announced the second Nat let Peter go. Chuckling at Steve’s groan as he dragged Peter onto his lap, trapping him in yet another hug.

“Now kid, you wouldn’t betray your own father figure, hey?” Tony smirked, immediately going for the kill by laying Peter down across his lap, pulling his shirt up.

“NO!” Both Steve and Peter yelled, both of them knowing they were screwed. Peter panicked and covered his shirt down over his belly, making Tony shake his head as he managed to hold the kids shirt up. He slowly leaned down before blowing a huge raspberry on Peter’s belly.

Peter screeched with laughter, almost kicking Steve in the face as he thrashed around as much as possible. He shoved at Tony’s head as he blew a few more raspberries on the sensitive belly.

“Yesssss! I knew you’d break.” Tony grinned, vibrating his hands into the kids ribs, shaking in as quick as possible to really mess around with him. He smiled fondly as Peter cackled with laughter whilst helplessly thrashing around. He managed to pull his shirt down to gain some sort of protection.

“Alright I’ll drink!” Steve told him, rolling his eyes as he took the shot. However Tony wanted to mess with the kid for a little longer, rubbing his beard against his neck so he could let out more adorable giggles.

“Alright, I think he’s done.” Tony giggled, sitting Peter up and plonking him next to him. He ruffled his hair fondly and pulled him in a side hug before checking his phone for the time.

“Oops, Happy New Year I guess.” He told everyone as he noticed the time was a few minutes past midnight. Everyone cheered and clinked their drinks together, not forgetting Peter and his juice.

June 2023

Max felt sick as soon as he seen the letter come through the post in the morning. That stupid emblem that you devoted your life to every time you left.

He considered putting it back in its place, pretending he hadn’t checked the post. He didn’t want to be the one to give you the potentially awful news that could be in that envelope. But he couldn’t do that, not when he knew it was there.

So, he ventured up to the nursery where you were sat in the rocking chair in the corner of the room bottle-feeding your 8 month old. You looked so happy, Max almost didn’t want to tell you. However he had to.

“(Y/N)” He said, catching your attention and holding the letter up. You went from smiling down at your giggling baby to your face dropping instantly. You wished you never had looked up.

“Oh- Swap with me” You said, handing Max Vanessa and then slipping the letter from his hand. You began opening the letter, eyes skimming the words until you said you had to go make a phone call and left the room.

~

You tried to call anyone you could, Commanding officers, people of your rank, people much higher up but there was no way out of it, you were still in reserve and they needed you.

If wasn’t as if Max hadn’t expected it. He had uprooted his entire life to move to the country you served just so you didn’t have to leave all the time. You both knew this could happen before you got married.

Thats how you ended up at the airport 2 weeks later in your uniform, a fresh haircut and face shave done, with your bags with you. Random on lookers glaring at you with pity on their faces.

“I’m gonna miss you, little one” You said, holding the baby up and kissing her head gently. “You’re gonna be so big when I get back” You whispered gently against her skin.

“And I think I might miss you too” You said, kissing your husband and handing the baby back. “I love you both so much, I wish you luck on every race i’m gonna miss” You said before picking up your stuff and walking away before you sobbed in front of a packed airport.

Max and Vanessa were papped leaving the airport, nobody knew about you at this time. Just the baby. So it left people wondering why Max Verstappen was leaving the airport crying with no bags.

~

23rd November 2024 - Las Vegas

“Ness, please just put the sock on” Max pleaded, crouching on the floor by his hotel bed with a sock held in his hand. He was currently wrestling with your 2 year old to get her dressed for the Vegas GP. It was highly likely she would sleep through it but Max still had to get her dressed.

“No!” The little girl whined, kicking her feet trying to push Max away.

“Okay” Max sighed “What about these tights?” Max asked, holding up the pair of tights from his suitcase that would go with her dress instead.

“Yeah” Vanessa said sadly, wiping the meaningless tears she had said. God Max loved his toddler but man was she stressful work.

“Okay, tights it is” He said sighing as he pulled the pink and white polka dot tights up her legs.

Max had pulled her pretty blonde ringlets into a bow at the back of her head and they were ready to go.

~

Max had managed to get Vanessa into her car seat without anymore tears than necessary. She was sat in her car seat with her giraffe stuffie that you had sent over.

“You excited to see papa win hm?” He said, looking in his mirror as he looked at his daughter in the backseat of his car.

“Yayyy papa win” the little girl said, throwing both her arms and her stuffed giraffe into the air in excitement.

The car got a little silent after that, she was dozing off for a mid-day nap to keep her going until a but later. Then you called, great, now Ness wouldn’t nap. As much as he loved you, you had awful timing when calling him. He answered using the button on the steering wheel.

“Hey, Liefje, I’m in the car with Ness. We’re on the way to the track.” Max answered, a somewhat monotone voice. He wouldn’t give an emotion until you expressed the nature of your call. Not after answering a bit too enthusiastically one too many times.

“Hi Darling, Hi Ness!” You said happily down the phone. Good, happy call. It also sounded quiet where you were, that usually meant downtime. Wherever you were.

“Hi daddy!” A now very excitable Vanessa screeched from the back seat.

“Hi baby, I was just calling to wish papa luck for his big race. So good luck, Max. I’ll try and speak to you a bit later okay? I just want to make sure I caught you before you got busy.” You said Lazily, you sounded relaxed. More relaxed than you had sounded on the phone is ages.

“Okay, (Y/N). I’ll call you later. Vanessa say bye bye to Dad” Max said, looking in the mirror to see if he still had her attention.

“Bye Daddy” She said blowing kisses to the phone even though you couldn’t see. She didn’t really get the difference between a Facetime and a call.

“Bye Ness, Bye Max” You said before promptly hanging up the phone.

~

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F1PaddockUpdts Max Verstappen arrives at the paddock with his daughter. Still no partner.

user1 Are we STILL on this, Max himself has come out and said he and his partner are totally fine. They’re just busy.

user2 yeah but busy every weekend for almost 2 years is absolutely wild, I mean come on 🙄

user3 Max is better than me bc if my partner refused to attend one race in TWO seasons I would be saying something

user4 Y’all lack any sense of privacy. Its wild

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Max came back to Red Bull to get his stuff and his daughter. He slid into his drivers room. He was sweaty, tired and wanted a nap but he needed to get Vanessa first. What Max didn’t know is that you followed him and he hadn’t noticed.

Max bent down to pick a very excitable daughter up and give her attention.

“Daddy back!” Vanessa exclaims excitedly as she wiggles in Max’s grasp, patting his shoulder excitedly.

“Yeah, i’m back. I won the championship” Max said, still not turning around to look over his shoulder. Assuming his daughter was talking to him.

“Noooo, you’re papa, not daddy” Venessa said with a cheeky grin on her face. She was pointing behind Max and he still thought nothing of it.

“Ness, I don’t understan-“ Max began before he was rudely interrupted by his daughter

“Papa, down” Vanessa demanded, wriggling her little legs as Max put her down in-front of him. She instantly ran into the space behind Max and his eyes followed. Then he seen what she meant.

You. Sat on the floor squeezing your baby tightly. Your bags at your side and a RedBull social media admin filming the whole thing. You hadn’t even changed properly, Camo trousers and a plain white t-shirt with your dog tags sat on your neck.

“See Papa, Daddy!” Vanessa half-yelled, muffled by your shoulder as you held her tight.

“Daddy” Max repeated just looking at you, it had been 16 months since he last seen you. Except the odd FaceTime on the odd occasions you had schedules that over lapped. “When did you get here?” He asked.

“I watched the race, now come here” You said from your position on the floor, beckoning max down to you. He did as he was told as you scooped him up in your other arm. “I am so proud of you, Baby. 4 championships, 4” You stated again. Kissing his hairline gently.

“Eww, kissing” Vanessa piped up.

“Ohh, is that how it is huh? No more bedtime kisses for you then” You said, lifting her up and moving her so she was sat between you and Max.

The RedBull admin had left, having got they footage they wanted and took the hint to leave.

“Noooo, I get kisses because i’m still little” She said, looking up at you “You don’t need kisses ‘cause you’re too big”

“I don’t think thats how it works Ness. You don’t get too big for kisses” You said as she still clung to you for dear life. You were surprised she even wanted to approach you since you hadn’t been with her since she was about 8 months old but apparently Max had made it a point to make sure she still knew who you were.

“And anyway I have been away for so long, I think I deserve to give my family kisses, dontcha think?” You said, attacking Vanessa with kisses and she started giggling loudly.

“Great, you come back and wind her up and now she won’t sleep tonight” Max half whined.

“Oh as if you had plans on sleeping tonight” You teased, rolling your eyes and kissing your husband properly this time

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Caption: I always cry at reunions 🥹

user5 “See Papa, Daddy!” SOBBING, SCREAMING, HYSTERICAL.

user6 MILITARY-WIFE MAX VERSTAPPEN?!

user7 Y’all are fuh-reaks, this is so cute and THIS is your first thought?

user8 You weirdos owe Max an apology now we know where his partner was

maxverstappen1 Best surprise ever tbh