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Chapter 26 - Texas Hold 'Em

The long awaited chapter is here! Thank you all so much for being patient with me!

Next on the schedule is Mexico and then I'm planning to do "Across Every Universe" pt. 2 because I have so many AU ideas that need to be written. The Brazil race is canceled due to a hurricane in my version of the 2024 - for plot purposes.

So get your cowboy hats on and yee-haw here we go!!

Everyone wasn’t surprised when you showed up in a particular outfit in Austin. The fans had been waiting for another themed outfit since you debuted in Vegas last year. So, they weren’t really in awe of what you were wearing.

What they were surprised to see was the whole grid in matching outfits.

Thee. Entire. Grid.

And yes, you had somehow wrangled everyone into matching beaver onesies from Bucees. How you convinced Max, Lewis, Kevin, Nico, Zhou, Valtteri, Pierre, and somehow Esteban as well? No one will ever know (there might have been bribes and threats, but they didn’t need to know that).

Along with the group was a familiar Monegasque, also in the same onesie. You laughed as you saw everyone stair at the massive group.

“This is amazing,” you giggled behind your hands.

To be honest, only a few were actually happy to be in the pajamas. (Lando, Daniel, Oscar, Logan, Alex, and Arthur.) The rest could have said no. But who wants to say no to you.

Photographers flashed their cameras every few seconds. Apparently, fall had actually come that October in Austin, so it wasn’t as hot as everyone thought. For a second, they were thankful to be wearing the long sleeves of the outfits.

Except when everyone made it back to their respected garages, they all tore them off. However, a couple of them kept them on. And that group was up for a larger media conference.

On the couch, the order was right to left: Lando, Oscar, Logan, you, Max, Daniel, and then Charles. All of you had yet to take the fuzzy clothes off.

The interviewer was a little shocked to see the reigning world champion in kids clothing. Yet, they took one look at your smiling face as you animatedly talked to Max, they knew exactly who he was doing this for.

The conference started, and the drivers put on their media faces, but it was hard to take them seriously when they were all dressed in the brown and bright red.

“So starting off, what’s the story behind the outfit choices today?”

All six drivers immediately looked to you, who sheepishly grinned.

“Yes, Y/n, why don’t you tell the story,” Max said in a teasing tone. You hit his shoulder before raising the mic.

“Well, it all started when most of the grid had said they hadn’t been to Bucees. And that is like the worst crime known to man. I mean, Daniel and Logan have been, but the others hadn’t.”

Charles raises his mic next. “So she gets the brilliant plan to text everyone at midnight about going to Bucees.”

You pulled an accused look. “Hey, everyone didn’t have to respond, but they did.”

Oscar pulled a face. “I was pretty much dragged.”

A gasp came from his right and left. Logan shook his head while Lando had his hand on his heart.

“Osc, I am devastated. You went by your own will. It was also for her birthday, you know this.”

The journalist piped up. “Happy birthday Y/n.”

You smiled sweetly at the man, “Thank you so much.”

Your head whipped to Lando, “Can I get back to the story?”

The males quieted.

“As I was saying, I texted everyone cause I was bored. Bucees is open all night so I knew it would be open. And we had the multi-passenger vans, so we could take everyone. I really thought that no one would show up.”

“Darl, you have little faith in me.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I knew you were coming, you texted me on the side. But when the meeting time came and everyone was down in the lobby, I wasn’t expecting it.”

The interviewer smirked. “Who drove? We saw that you had a little trouble after Singapore.”

You, Logan, Osar, and Lando all winced.

Logan brought his mic up. “Yeah. That one was one me. I didn’t know that roofless cars weren’t allowed in Singapore.”

Your finger shot up. “At least we weren’t really arrested. The officer was super nice.”

Lando smirked. “Yep. We got a warning and he let us off.”

Your hands clapped. “Anyway, Max drove one van and I think Lewis drove the other one?”

Max jerked his head to look at you, a smile on his face. “Yeah, don’t want you or George taking off again.”

The microphone picked up the sound of your hand hitting his shoulders.

“What did everyone think of Bucees?” a man from deeper in the crowd asked.

Charles brought his mic back up. “Best place on Earth.”

You watched as everyone climbed out of the vans and stopped to stare at the yellow and red sign. The big beaver was almost smiling down at you. You, Logan, and Daniel watched as the grid stared at the automatic doors and gingerly step inside.

“Welcome to Bucees!” an overly energized worker shouted. You looked around and were thankful that not many people were there.

You waved to get everyone’s attention.

“Ok boys, er, men, welcome to the best gas station on earth. You can find everything your little hearts’ desire so have at it.”

The group immediately shot out into different directions. You saw Lando and Oscar immediately head to the rows and rows of drinks they offered. You knew that the Brit would definitely get a slushy when he noticed.

A lot of the older drivers went to the home decoration sections. Lewis and Valtteri were definitely looking at all the cooking supplies.

Daniel looked down at you. “So ‘darl, where you wanting to go?”

You had noticed that Logan had broken away to probably visit the vast fishing supply section. There was a high possibility that he had dragged Alex as well.

Max, Charles, and Arthur were standing next to the coffee. You shuddered as you remembered as all of them drank it straight black. The opposite of what the creamers and flavors were supposed to do.

“You wanna get a drink and then walk around?”

You nodded eagerly before grabbing one of the giant cups. A few drivers watched as you and Daniel filled the styrofoam with Dr. Pepper, before going to the coffee station to add cream.

“What the hell did you just do?”

Your eyes widened as you looked at Pierre, Max, and Charles (who all had disgusted looks on their faces).

You held the big cup up as you swirled the liquid. “Dirty soda. It’s really good.”

Arthur already had his cup, the same way that you did, except his had Root Beer. You had taught him the ways during early 2023 when you two were teammates. The younger Monegasque rolled his eyes.

“Don’t look disgusted until you try it.”

Charles still looked at him strangely. “That will completely mess up our diets.”

Daniel’s hand clapped Charles’ shoulder.

“That’s the point Charles. Now get a cup and start concocting.”

You, Danny, and Arthur left them to their devices and confusion and headed for the beef jerky wall. Zhou was staring at all of the flavors with eyebrows pinched. You knew the look of a beef jerky lover with no clue which one to get. You quickly picked on up and handed it to him.

“The Korean one is my favorite. But the ghost pepper and garlic are a close second.”

The Romeo driver showed you a quick smile before he walked away. You grabbed the flavors that Daniel and Arthur had asked for, as well as two bags for you. Your head swerved as you tried to find the two men.

Your eyes widened as you heard Danny’s laugh, loud and clear above everything. Your feet quickly took you to the toy and clothing section. By the time you reached them, Daniel already had a onesie on.

“Great idea Danny,” you said as you gave everything over to your boyfriend, who had smartly grabbed a basket.

You were quick to put the pajamas on and pose with the Australian. The two of you fell into laughs as you tried to find Arthur’s size. By now, most of the grid came over to see what was going on. Lando’s eyes flashed with mischief as he tried to find ones in his and Oscar’s sizes.

You grabbed a few off of the hangers and handed them to the drivers you thought would want one. You watched as George and Alex put them on and laughed as you saw that the pant legs were too small and came up before their ankles.

Before you knew it, the entire grid was in once section. You and Arthur gave each other looks before dashing to Max and Charles, who immediately shook their heads.

Max gave you a stern look.

“No, I am not putting one on. End of st-”

Moments later, Max was brooding in a brown and red onesie. The twenty of you goofed around for almost three hours before Lewis suggested that it was time to leave. (He only said something when he noticed that you were dead asleep on Max’s back. And everyone knew that Max had the widest back so ergo, more comfortable for nappage.)

“So that’s it. And I thought it would be a good idea to come dressed in these.”

Charles began talking. “So again she sends a text at 5:30 am asking for everyone to wear the onesie.”

You gave him a playful glare. “Once again, you did not have to wear it.”

The Monegasque winked back at you (or tried to anyway).

“But I look good in it non?”

A scoff arose from Max.

“You look good in anything mate.”

You gasped as you looked at the cameras.

“Everyone heard it right? Lestappen is real!”

The rest of the group started to laugh loudly as Max and Charles blushed. You wiggled your eyebrows at the Dutchman, making him swat at you.

You grumbled as you were led away from the conference.

On Thursday, Arthur was glued to your side as you watched one of the F2 drivers use your car for free practice 1. You watched as he had his eyes sharp on the car, a sigh leaving his lips every so often.

You bumped his side.

“We can go to my room if you want to?”

Arthur didn’t even respond as he made a beeline for it. You quickly took your headphones off before following him. It didn’t take long for you to catch up and slide into the room as he closed the door.

The moment you turned around, Arthur had you pinned to the door, lips locked tightly. A small gasp left your lips as he pressed into your face. Your hands gripped the polo material and bunched it at his sides. You made quick work to stick your hands against his skin. He let out a small hiss at your cold fingers.

“Your hands are never warm are they?” he mumbled against your lips.

“Poor circulation,” you were able to mutter back before kissing him again.

His left hand had made its way into your hair, lightly gripping the roots. He gently guided your head to the side and decided to attack your neck.

You shook your head. “Marks. Please no marks.”

Arthur respected your request as he placed a gentle kiss before going back to your lips. His right hand had made its way under your shirt. It was slightly going up before a knock at the door made him jerk it away.

You sucked in a deep breath.

“Yes?”

“Kid, we’re needed in the garage,” Max’s voice sounded through the door. “Oh, and Charles is looking for Arthur, have you seen him?”

You wanted to snort at the irony. You patted you hair a bit before responding.

“I’ll let him know. Be out in a second.”

You and Arthur held your breath as you heard his footsteps start to grow quiet as he walked away.

Arthur smirked down at your flushed appearance, happy that he could make you as flustered as possible.

“I will see you later then?” you asked, placing one last kiss on his lips. “After Sunday the guys are wanting to try to go line dancing if possible to celebrate for my birthday.”

Arthur nodded excitedly as he stepped back, trying to straighten his shirt.

“You go first, and I’ll follow a bit after.”

The plan was a go as you snuck out of your room, looking around as you made your way to the open garage.

Once Arthur thought he was in the clear, he poked his head out. Not seeing anyone directly, he also snuck around the door. His head was turned around, not seeing the body in front of him. He collided into a firm chest before whipping his head forward.

He came face to face with Max. Arthur gulped as his hazel eyes met icy blue ones. Max just looked down at the scared 23-year-old. The Dutchman smirked before planning a hand on Arthur’s shoulders.

“Use protection please,” was all Max said before turning around and walking in the direction that you were headed.

Arthur glowed red at the statement before heading out. His face definitely matched the shade of his red Ferrari polo.

Back in the garage, your mouth was wide open as you looked at the leaderboard.

“How did a Williams get there?”

The blue “W” shone brightly in the P1 spot. “SAR” was right next to it.

Christian shook his head as he looked at his notebook.

“They got an upgrade from Mercedes and decided to use it for this race.”

Max also was boggled at the sight. You looked back at Christian, wanting to gulp with concern.

“How are we looking?”

The Brit sucked in a harsh breath. “Not the best. But we’ll get there.”

“Hey kid!”

Your head whipped around at the sound of Mitch yelling your name. As you were gawking over the Williams positions, you were completely oblivious to the entirety of the garage getting closer and closer. In her hands was a small-ish white cake. A small Lightning McQueen figure was on top. You let out a small gasp as Max quickly lit the candles that were shaped in a 2 and a 1.

Everyone soon began to sing a rendition of Happy Birthday. Toward the end of the verse, your eyes started to water. When the song ended, you lightly blew out the candles, earning several rounds of applause at something so miniscule to you.

Yet, this act of kindness really showed how much your team loved you. Christian tried to shove your face into the cake but he really underestimated how strong your neck really was. If anything, your head didn’t move much. You just gave him a stink eye as you glared at him.

Mitch gently set the cake in your hands as you just stared at it. The little candles illuminated the tears that were falling down.

You looked up at everyone. Some were holding their phones, taking photos. Many where mechanics that you really had no relation to.

You were able to croak out, “Thank you.”

The cake was split up and soon many were munching down on small slices. You were tucked between Max and Mitch as you ate your slice.

The Dutchman nudged you just a bit. “You seem quiet.”

You swallowed as you looked down at the cake. “I’ve never really had this. I’ve only ever celebrated my birthday a couple of times before. A few with Enzo and then with Arthur last year. My teams have never done this before.”

Max gave you a sad smile, silently noting to continue the tradition of getting a cake.

On Sunday, “Not the best” became an understatement.

You and Max had definitely done terribly in qualifying. You two made it out of Q2 by the skin of your teeth, all while Logan and Alex were happily in the top four. Q3 resulted in you and Max getting a respectable P4 and P7. The latter position making it difficult for the Dutchman to be happy with the weekend.

During the parade on Sunday, you were standing next to the two Williams drivers. You leaned over.

“So how did you switch out your cars for ours?”

Logan laughed loudly, currently on cloud-9 as he was on his maiden pole position. Alex was a little jealous but was happy for the blond, since the 2023 season was not very kind.

Alex decided to join in.

“While you two were sleeping, we snuck out here and just swapped. Logan is pretty good with spray paint.”

That had you laughing with your next stretched out and your head leaned back. Suddenly a hand was on your neck as you looked at the arm it was attached too. Oscar was looking at you with big round eyes while it was Lando who’s arm was at the junction of your shoulder and neck.

You gave the two papaya boys a weird look before Oscar leaned over.

“You have a little something on your neck.”

Your hand quickly clapped onto your neck over Lando’s hand. You flushed bright red.

“I told him no marks.”

Max, who had seen the entire thing, came over and handed you his pullover. You muttered a quick thank you before pulling the oversized thing on. You just hoped that no one else saw.

When you changed into your race suit, you stared at the red marks dotting your neck.

“Arthur Leclerc, I’m going to kill you,” you mentioned to no one in particular. For the Austin Grand Prix you had a Captain America styled helmet. The red, white, and blue shone around the garage as you got into your car.

You took a deep breath as you looked at the cars in front of you. Logan, Alex, and Oscar were all ahead. Lando, Charles, and Max were behind you. You felt a bit alienated from your teammate, who you normally were able to catch a bit of tunnel from on the way out to bold.

It kind of reminded you of Monza.

When it was lights out, you were quick on the throttle. You got the immediate jump on Oscar, putting you in P3 before the first turn.

However, Alex was really using his degree and the masters in defense. You were frustrated at the Williams driver, yet you were really impressed with how he held you off.

But, a slow pit stop for them and a fast one for you saw your Red Bull overtaking his easily. Yet, it seemed like the Brit had taken on a student.

One that goes by the name of Logan Hunter Sargeant.

You were so focused on your own race that before you knew it, you were over the line with the checkered flag waving freely.

You pressed your radio button as you taxied.

“Great race everyone. Congrats to Logan on his first win. Ah, I thought I had him in some places.”

Mitch on the radio knew you sounded a bit dejected. Since the Azerbaijan race had been canced before the Singapore grand prix, she knew you wanted another race win soon. She knew you were expecting to take the win from Monza and ride on that high for as long as possible. But with a hard podium in Singapore and a car that didn’t work well in Austin, she could see you getting annoyed.

“What was Max’s position?”

“P4. The team had a bit of trouble with his tyres. So that’s Sargeant P1, you P2, and Piastri P3.”

Your eyebrows raised.

“Good job for Oscar.”

You undid you steering wheel as you watched the American celebrate his win. The crowds seemed to roar for him as they did for you in Monza. You watched as he ran to his team, who welcomed him home with open arms.

Funny, he got his first points in Austin last year, and his first win this year.

Strange how the world worked.

On the podium, you watched as the crowds placed their hands over their hearts during the Star Spangled Banner. As expected, Logan was shedding a few tears. Oscar looked so happy for the blond. COTA finally brought back the cowboy hats with the numbers on them instead of the flat caps.

Your mind went back to the Lacy edits on Tik Tok.

Finally, Logan was no longer being compared to Oscar.

He could finally be himself.

You and the Aussie were quick to douse the American in sticky champagne. Logan just laughed as he got sprayed, giving in knowing that he wasn’t going to win against the two of you.

“Are we still going line dancing later tonight?” you asked him as the three of you stood for a picture.

“Aw hell yeah! Bring it on Texas! Yee-haw!”

You took the special cowboy hat off your head and tipped it to the crowd. The two boys doing the same.

Yee-haw indeed.

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logansargeant yes, and? y/n.89 do not quote ariana grande at me sir

y/n.nation the helmets today were peak >>>

logan2sarg I know right - the eagle on Logan's dannyric Daniel's hook'em horns one was immaculate

iamred_iamyellow so glad they brought back the cowboy hats for the podiums

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y/n.89 it's a real life boogey and a real life hoedown

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y/n.nation HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!!

leclercbros dang, she finally taught Arthur and Charles how to wear cowboy boots

leclerc4ever she just taught them how to dress period

formula_fan does anyone know what went down tonight lol

box_box_express so they went to a local bar, y/n and Daniel taught everyone how to line dance, surprisingly Logan and Oscar are very good at it formula_gossip I was also there, Carlos and max got on the mechanical bull, most of the grid was there, and Fernando was playing darts in the corner with Lando

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OP81 | My princess ☁︎

Summary: Y/n goes out for the day and Oscar has to take care of Olivia.

Warning: Dad Oscar, fluff

A/N: Olivia is 14 months old. I loved to write this one 🤭🤭 I've never had the opportunity to do babysitting so maybe everything I wrote is wrong.. 😔

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''You look stunning baby.'' He looks at her up and down, his cheek turning red because of her beauty. She giggled and approached him to kiss him. ''Call me if you need anything about Olivia.'' The little one who was playing in the living room heard her name and walked awkwardly towards her parents. ''Ma! Ma! Ma!'' She stretches her arms towards her mother, her little fingers moving from open to close. Her mother takes her in her arms instinctively, kissing her forehead. ''Mama will be back soon sweetie.''

She kissed Olivia's cheek, leaving a trace of red lipstick. Olivia wants to kiss her mother too but drooling on her cheek more than anything else. She wiped the drool away with the back of her hand, trying to erase the red lipstick with her thumb.

She pecked Oscar's red lips again, putting Olivia in his arms. ''I won't be back late.'' Oscar waves at her, Olivia doing the same as Y/n closed the door behind her.

Olivia grabs onto her dad's t-shirt and pulls on it. ''Da! Yum! Yum!'' Olivia is a very virulent child. She loves talking and running around since she could.

''Yes, yes darling.'' He takes away her little hands from his t-shirt and she takes the opportunity to play with his fingers. ''Don't you want to play with your toy?'' He asked her while she nibbled his thumb. He sits her on the carpet, next to her multicolored cubes.

He goes back to the kitchen, looking for Olivia's baby food. She's not decided to play with her toys and gets up with difficulty then runs awkwardly towards her dad. She grabs onto his leg and he almost knocks her down.

''Oh my god 'Via.'' He takes her in his arms again as she laughs, thinking that's funny. ''If your mother had seen this she would have killed me.'' He sits her on the kitchen island, keeping an eye on her while she's now playing with the plant in the middle of the island.

This lunch, it's carrot puree with pieces of apple and a small pastry. He puts the pot of puree in the microwave and prepares a bottle of water. He places Olivia in her high chair who is already starting to bang her hands on it, showing her impatience. ''Don't hurt yourself, sweetie.'' He takes the warm puree and places it in front of her with a spoon. ''Mama said that now you eat by yourself.''

He brings everything he needs to the table and sits next to Olivia. She puts her fingers in her puree and Oscar takes her fingers away several times, putting the spoon in her hand. But she really decided to eat with her fingers.

He sighs, really not having any patience right now. ''You tell nothing to you mom.'' And he starts to feed her with the spoon. She is happy that her daddy has broken down and she has nothing to do but swallow the food.

Each time, he brings the spoon back to his lip, tasting the food to prevent it from being too hot. ''I hope you don't blame me for stealing your food.'' She grabs Oscar's arm, almost making the spoon fall to the floor. '''Via, I'm obligat or you'll burn yourself.'' She simply answers with a little shrill cry that breaks Oscar's ears.

He stops fighting with her and puts the spoon back in her hand. The little one, seeing that she has to fend by herself again, uses her fingers again to feed herself. Oscar takes a photo of her and sends it to Y/n who's probably eating too with her friends.

He pulls the apple in two and tries to peel it but quickly gives up when he almost cuts himself. He cuts one part into small cubes and keeps the other for later. He places the small cubes on the shelf and removes her empty pot. He puts it in the trash and puts the spoon in the dishwasher.

He is careful that she does not choke on the small pieces of cubes and once finished, he gives her a small piece from the corner of a croissant. He took her back in his arms, her too busy trying to eat her piece of croissants. He placed her back on the carpet and let her get busy.

In the meantime, he prepares his own meal. He looks at his food plan on his phone and prepares his salad that his trainer has planned for him. He continues to observe Olivia in the living room, who has abandoned her piece of croissants to play with Barbies. She jabbers incomprehensible words and sentences and Oscar's heart melts.

He eats, scrolling on his Instagram. He is itching to post a photo of Olivia. But they agreed to keep her away from the camera and any stuff connected to the network.

He still decides to post a photo of his little princess, eating. The same one he sent to her mom. But of course, he posted it in his private story, only his closest friends will see her.

He clears his plate and cleans the dishes that are lying around. He returns to Olivia and plays with her a little. He makes little constructions with her multicolored cubes which she enjoys destroying as soon as he's finished. They played for a few minutes, then he took her back in his arms.

She yawn lazily, knowing that it's the time of her nap. ''Aww my little girl is tired?'' She nodded at her dad, leading her head against the base of his neck.

''You want to sleep with dada?'' She nodded energetically. He holds her in his arms and she chooses a book from the small shelf filled with children's books. He helps her take the book and lies down on the couch, placing her on his chest. She cuddles against him, her small brown hair tickling his jaw. She ends up putting herself between his arm and his chest, half on top of him and her head resting on his shoulder.

He begins to read the story to her and little Olivia who runs around and talks all the time becomes little Olivia who is half asleep and struggles to keep her eyes open.

She quickly falls asleep, before Oscar is even halfway through the story. He closes the book and places it on the coffee table, grabbing the remote at the same time.

He searches on Netflix and starts a movie, not too loud to avoid waking up the little one who is sleeping peacefully against her dad.

Time passes quickly and a few minutes after the end of the movie, Oscar just has time to turn everything off and look at his phone that his little princess is already waking up.

She yawns and cuddles her daddy once again, hiding her little head in the crook of his neck.

''We go to the park?'' He proposed to her, who quickly stands up and starts sputtering incomprehensible words again.

He takes her off the sofa and she follows him to the entrance hall. He puts on her pink coat and her little white scarf. He puts on her little gloves with difficulty and her beanie with a little fluffy pompom. He puts on his own jacket and opens the front door. She goes out first, almost running towards the elevator. He locks the door behind him and joins her.

He calls the elevator, gets in and waits to go down to the ground floor, Olivia slipped her hand into Oscar's. They both go out to face the cold of winter, their cheeks quickly turning red from the cold air. He let her play in the small park at the bottom of the building, watching her from a bench. She plays with the thin layer of snow, running around every wheres, back and forth between her father and the many small buildings at her disposal.

When she starts to get too tired and they start to get too cold, he decides it's time to go home. They walk in reverse until they find themself in their apartment. He removes all the layers of clothes from his daughter who rushes towards the kitchen, knowing that it's time for her snack.

Oscar puts his things in the cupboard, hers not far away, and joins her in the kitchen. He put her back in her high chair, giving her her bottle of water. He pours himself a glass of water and looks in the fridge for a baby yogurt. He takes one at random, flavours banana, and takes the other half of the lunch's apple.

He cuts the apple into small pieces, placing them on his tablet. She begins to eat them, putting several pieces in her mouth. ''You're going to choke.'' He takes a few cubes out of her little mouth and gives her her yogurt. This time, she doesn't fight and tries to eat with her spoon. Even if she gets it everywhere and Oscar thinks to himself that he's going to have to clean it all up.

As soon as she has finished eating everything, she starts babbling again, probably to get off the chair. Oscar gets her off the chair and she runs to her toys in the living room while he cleans up all the mess she made. He does the few dishes that are lying around and goes back to sit on the sofa.

Olivia comes to him and pulls on his pants. ''Yé! Yé!'' she said to her dad, her little hands trying to hold on to his knee. ''What do you want, little monster?'' She answers with a little shrill cry that breaks Oscar's ears again. ''Stop screaming like that 'Via, for real.'' she answers him by laughing, trying to get on the couch.

He carried her under her armpits and helped her get on the sofa, making her sit on him. She plays with the bottom of his t-shirt, playfully tugging on it. She tries to talk to him, saying words that are always incomprehensible.

While they are talking, the front door opens. Y/n places her things in the closet, takes off her shoes and heads straight to the living room, only to find her daughter talking with her dad.

When Olivia sees Y/n, she stops talking to her father and like magic, she manages to get off the couch by herself (while a few hours ago she was making a little crisis because her father didn't help her get off it.) She runs to hold on to her leg and instinctively, Y/n takes her in her arms and covers her with kisses.

Oscar also gets up and takes the time to kiss Y/n before anything else. ''Weren't you too annoying with dada?'' She asks Olivia who responds with yet another shrill cry. Y/n kisses her forehead and places her back on the ground. She sits on the sofa, already cuddling Oscar who tells her about their day.

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