well this spiraled....

It’s 3 months until he turns 40 and Daniel finds himself doomscrolling. But instead of mindless reels, it’s his simply his own feed.

He’s archived about 15 of his own posts, followed two new people and unfollowed about 7.

He hearts a photo his sister posted and comments with a cringing and a laughing emoji.

He pauses at the birth announcement of Scotty’s second child. A pang of, something, hits him deep in his chest.

He’s halfway through writing a congratulatory message, when his phone vibrates and a message notification pops up.

Daniel frowns in confusion.

Do you think you will ever want to live in to Monaco again?

The random questions from Max have not stopped, albeit in between normal conversations. In fact, Daniel thinks he and Max have been speaking more regularly and feel closer now than at any point in his F1 career, which is saying something.

Um… maybe. You offering to house me? 🤣Probably the only way I could afford it now!

Yes, of course

Thanks Maxy! 🤣🤣🤣

I would be a pretty shitty husband if I did not want you to live with me?

Daniel freezes.

What the fuck?

He’s hitting call on his phone before he can properly think it through.

“Daniel?” Max answers almost immediately.

“Er, husband? Maxy?” Daniel laughs nervously.

“Okay, fiancé if you want to be exact. I am wanting to work out the logistics for after.” Max says, and he sounds serious.

“After what?” Daniel asks cautiously.

“The wedding. Daniel, are you okay?” Max sounds concerned, and Daniel thinks that he should be. “I could, of course, move to Australia but Raymond says that it is best that you move here for tax purposes.” Daniel can hear Max frowning through the phone.

babe

babe

why the hell is everyone on fire (quite literally) what is going on

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