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They're at the Australian Grand Prix and baby Rens is loving every minute of it—so much so that Max is considering buying a vacation home in Melbourne because their little one is an adorable beach baby. Max and Charles flew to Australia a few days ahead of time so they could make a little holiday out of the race weekend. During that time they stayed with Oscar and the Piastri family at their enormous estate with private beach access.

It melted Charles's heart to a puddle to see his Alpha carrying their baby in his big strong arms. Watching as he gently dipped Rens' tiny feet into the gentle waves near the shoreline, hearing their son's delighted laughter as he eagerly kicked at the ocean spray and clapped his hands in excitement.

Now, as Charles stands near Max's garage, cradling their baby boy (dressed in an adorable Ralph Lauren chambray sailor shirt and shorts with little white socks and tiny Ralph Lauren baby sneakers), the Omega can't help the dazzling smile that appears on his face. He is so blissfully, wonderfully, magnificently happy—a beautiful spring day, the sky so blue it reminds him of Max's eyes. His mate looking so handsome and serious as he focuses on his free practice data.

In his arms, he holds the biggest blessing of all—their little baby with his sapphire blue eyes and golden blond hair.

He looks ready to doze off: His cheek cradled on Charles's chest, his little nose pressed against the Omega's skin, inhaling his mama's scent as his blue eyes flutter every once in a while, as if he hadn't decided whether or not to sleep or jolt awake.

It's so precious that Charles can't look away, he doesn't want to miss a single beautiful moment with their son—

"Excuse me? Pardon, I'm sorry—pardon me...?" A voice interrupts. It actually takes Charles a good few minutes to realize he's the one being addressed.

Reluctantly, he looks away from his little angel (even as his arms tighten imperceptibly around his tiny, soft body) and sees a tall, handsome Alpha dressed in pristine tailored Canali towering over him.

Charles does his best not to frown. This strange Alpha is standing a little too close for comfort and the Monegasque doesn't like it—even if the Alpha looks non-threatening and a little...

Besotted.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." He begins with an apologetic smile. "I'm a guest at the Red Bull garage and I couldn't help but notice you. Actually, I don't think I've looked away from you since the moment I arrived."

"Oh." Charles blinks, heart sinking and annoyance rising as he realizes what this celebrity guest is trying to do.

Charles has been flirted with before—and often—but honestly. He's mated, married, and carrying his Alpha's pup in his arms. Do people have no shame?

"That's very sweet of you to stop by and say hello." Charles gives him a small smile, reminding himself not to be rude—this is a guest of Red Bull. He'll likely get interviewed and posted on social media and Charles cannot throw a fit just because some Alphas are beyond presumptuous. "But really, I'm the least interesting thing here. In fact, I'm sure the engineers would be happy to go over some of the race stats with you. I always think they're so fascinating, especially my Max's. He's been lightening quick all day and this track suits the car."

Charles hopes this will cause the man to realize that the Omega he's trying to flirt with is very much taken.

But instead, the stranger only seems more enamored.

He moves closer, so close now that Charles's scent takes a sharp, sour turn because it's too close—

And that's when his baby begins squirming in his arms—Charles glances down, confusion and then delighted shock when he sees little Rens glaring up at the strange Alpha.

"No!" The little baby babbles with a fierce glare, looking so much like Max that Charles forgets all about his prior discomfort because god, their darling boy is just too adorable for words. "No, no!" The baby's glare intensities, finally catching the attention of the oblivious Alpha who glances down to see a pair of angry sapphire eyes staring him down.

"Oh, is this your son?" He asks. "He looks...very intense. How old is he—?"

But the words are cut off when Rens' tiny hand shoots out—

And begins to nudge the Alpha away. "No, not papa—mama and papa only. Not you." His chubby hand hits the Alpha's wrist. "No!" Followed by another scathing glare—the kind of glare Max gave whenever an interviewer asked one too many stupid questions and the Dutchman simply could not take it any longer.

"I—" The strange Alpha is bewildered, unsure of what to do or say.

"Away! Away, away." Their baby boy raises his chubby first and points at the direction behind the Alpha. "Not papa—away!"

And Charles can't help it—he giggles, ducking his head down to press kiss after kiss on top of his son's head.

The love and affection that washes over him is so strong that when Max finally appears, storming over with the darkest expression on his face, the Omega only relaxes into his Alpha's arms, still peppering their baby with kisses even as Rens follows his papa's lead and stares down the celebrity guest.

He watches as Max snarls at the other Alpha ("you're standing a little too close to my mate and my son, and if you come any closer I'll test drive our new braking system on you") while his other hand curls protectively around Charles's waist.

By the time the celebrity scrambles away, tail between his legs, Max's thunderous rage dissipates like it was never there at all.

Instead, he looks down at their son with an expression of overwhelming love and pride before he kisses Rens' soft, round cheek. "My courageous little lion," Max rumbles, "protecting his mama, looking out for his family. Our little warrior."

According to quite a few little birds, it appears that a Mr. George Russell was photographed entering one of Shanghai's VIP-only nightclubs late in the evening...with his shirt on. Not long after, a certain Danny Ric waltzed right in with a group of hotshot athletes by his side—including one Max Verstappen.

After all, aren't the most illict affairs made under the cover of night?

You know you love me, xoxo 💋

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mon lion 🦁: Charlie? Please pick up schatje

mon lion 🦁: Baby? Are you alright?

mon lion 🦁: Turn on your location, Charles.

mon lion 🦁: Please. I just need to make sure you're okay

mon lion 🦁: Fuck, GP just showed me the photos

mon lion🦁: I know how bad it looks but you have to believe me when I say nothing happened. Danny took us to the club to blow off some steam but I was ready to leave after an hour because it wasn't the same without you

mon lion 🦁: I was walking out of the club when I ran into Russell and spilled my g&t all over him. He got all upset about the shirt thing because I guess it was a gift from Albon

mon lion 🦁: He took it off and demanded I pay for dry cleaning

mon lion 🦁: I shoved him back and told him to get the fuck out of my way because I was flying back to Monaco to see you

mon lion 🦁: Danny, Lando, and Oscar then pulled us apart and I'm on my plane now

mon lion 🦁: Please baby

Me: you expect me to just believe there was nothing more going on? that he wouldn't want you? my handsome, talented max?

Me: how stupid do you think i am? everyone wants you but you are mine and i hate everyone you've ever kissed

Me: prove it

mon lion 🦁: Anything, I'll do anything you want Charlie

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[Video Description: Monaco nightclub. Neon lights, thumping bass, sleek black furniture and plenty of handsome men and gorgeous women swaying to the beat. But the most stunning of them all? Charles Leclerc, dressed in an iconic 2000s Julien Macdonald silver-and-diamond mini dress that sparkles and shimmers under the atmospheric lights. He twirls his hips, arms raised, eyes closed as he dances and moves to the beat, seemingly unconcerned with who's watching.]

gossipgridxoxo Heartbreak where? Certainly not here! Ferrari princess Charles Leclerc showed the world just how much fun he's having when, just a day after the #RusstappenLeak, the gorgeous Monegasque beauty sashayed to the nearest Monaco nightclub and proceeded to dance with princes, tycoons, and heirs to some of the greatest modern empires today.

But what's more scandalous than a solo night out while wearing one of the most #iconic outfits of the decade?

Knowing that Max Verstappen was on stream with Team Redline that same night, gushing about how much he's missed "his Charlie" and couldn't wait to see him again.

Is the Dutch Lion juggling two F1 drivers, or is he simply cheating on one with the other?

Whatever the case, it looks like CL16 just won this round.

You know you love me, xoxo 💋

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Me: miss me mon cœur?

Me: bet you do

Me: bet you miss me lots and lots and lostsss s sss

mon lion 🦁: I'm sorry for the late reply, just got off with the guys from Redline

mon lion 🦁: Charlie? Are you drunk? Do you need me to pick you up?

Me: bartendr said im so prettty . the prettiest!

mon lion 🦁: He's not exactly saying anything groundbreaking

mon lion 🦁: But you are drunk, I'm coming to pick you up

Me: no!

Me: still dancinggg

Me: but i have no one to danc ewith ☹️

mon lion 🦁: I'll dance with you all night long, but right now you need water, sleep, and Advil in the morning

mon lion 🦁: I'll be there in 5 minutes

Toi et Moi

Link: Diamond and Emerald

After writing an article for Vogue that touches on engagement rings in the Napoleonic era, Charles becomes fascinated by the toi et moi engagement ring—a style now associated with Napoleon Bonaparte and his first wife, Josephine de Beauharnais. Initially a modest ring (as Napoleon had only recently been promoted to head of the Army of Italy in January 1796), the style gained widespread popularity after the future American president John F. Kennedy proposed to Jacqueline Bouvier using a diamond and emerald engagement ring cut in this style.

After listening to Charles wax poetic about the gorgeous Van Cleef & Arpels ring Jacqueline wore, Max spent months searching the auction houses until he located the very same ring—an emerald and a diamond, each weighing 2.8 carats, and wrapped in baguette diamonds.

He takes Charles to the Château de Malmaison, the country home of Empress Josephine Bonaparte, for a romantic getaway celebrating their wedding anniversary. After a candlelit dinner on the lawn of the southwest facade, Max takes Charles to the Garden of Malmaison—temporarily lit up by fairy lights and glowing paper lanterns—and he gets down on one knee, pulling out the toi et moi engagement ring of Jacqueline Kennedy.

Max confesses that he doesn't have the eloquence of Napoleon or the sophistication of John F. Kennedy but that he loves Charles and their family fiercely—they are his heart, his soul, and his home. "You, Charles, are my guiding light. My north star and the arms I search for at the end of every day, knowing that when I'm with you, I am home."

Lavender Conch Pearl

Link: Art Deco Style

Lavender conch pearls are some the rarest of pearls in the world, found only on certain islands in the Caribbean and along the coasts of Belize and Honduras.

Max's push present to Charles was the Omega's own private island after he labored for nearly 20 hours to bring their son into the world. It was the hardest birth Charles ever experienced but his incredible, brave, and resilient Omega pulled through, refusing to fall asleep until he held their baby boy in his arms.

It takes Charles almost 6 months before he feels ready for a trip abroad, so for their anniversary Max takes him to the turquoise waters of Corsica where Charles can relax and unwind while Max pampers his pretty Omega like the queen he is.

And on their second day there? Max wakes up early, while the sky is still a pearlescent pink and Charles is sleeping contentedly in his arms. He carefully extracts himself from the bed and goes to his suitcase where he pulls out the lavender conch pearl that he had mounted onto a platinum band covered with pavé diamonds.

Charles is kissed awake by his Alpha, emerald eyes bright with adoration as he straddles his husband, arms eagerly winding around the Dutchman's thick neck and broad shoulders. Max's large hands clutch at Charles's soft waist, belly still round from giving birth, and everything so soft and cuddly that the Alpha can't stop himself from leaning in and kissing his mate until Charles is breathless and pink-cheeked.

That's when the Omega realizes something is being slipped onto his finger. And when he glances down at the enormous lavender pearl ring? He nearly bursts into tears. Because no matter the occasion, no matter how many years have passed, Max will always, always remember.

Ice Skating Rink

Link: The Icon, Elizabeth Taylor

Their eldest daughter is engaged. 24 years have passed since her birth and now their beautiful, articulate, hard-working, and kind-hearted baby girl is going to be a bride.

Max holds Charles as he cries—tears of joy, tears of sadness, tears of love for their firstborn who is forging her own path in life, making her own way, and doing it with someone who loves her more than the air he breathes standing by her side.

On the night of the rehearsal dinner (also Max and Charles's anniversary), Charles takes Max out to the beautiful rose gardens where they waltz under the moonlight, Charles humming an old tune that neither of them have ever forgotten. Their wedding song.

As they spin around slowly, hearts beating in time with one another, Max Verstappen stops, sinks down to one knee (as he's done so many times before), and pulls a ring from his pocket.

"Happy anniversary, schatje." He smiles, blue eyes crinkling just like they did 25 years ago when Max held Charles in his arms, smile brighter than the sun after the Omega accepted his marriage proposal.

Charles almost stumbles over in shock when Max opens the ring box: There, nestled in blue velvet, is the stunning 29.4 carat white diamond engagement ring that once belonged to Elizabeth Taylor. A ring she affectionately nicknamed her "ice skating rink." A ring Charles had fallen in love with years ago. It'd taken Max nearly 15 years to acquire it.

Tears are running down Charles's face. "What did I ever do to deserve you, mon cœur?"

Max smiles, knees creaking as he stands back up to place the ring on Charles's finger. "You loved me, Charles. Every day, every month, every year of our lives. You loved me, and I am so blessed to have lived this life with you."

"To many more years, mon amour." Charles cups Max's face, the diamond glittering on the fourth finger of his right hand.