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summary; when fans finally find luke's girlfriend's instagram, they're surprised to find out that she attends yale, a school with a strange resemblance to hogwarts... and she has a rabbit named seamus?
summary; the one time oscar and reader's artistic child, gayle, has to save her father for a change when he accidentally touches reader's most prized tool in her crafting room; the shears
Oscar's head slowly turned around, shears in one hand and paper in the other.
"You're using Mom's good scissors," Gayle groaned, snatching the pair out of his hands. "These are her sewing shears. They're only meant to cut fabric. They were fifty dollars!"
"Oh,"
Oh.
"Crap," Oscar hissed, ditching the pieces of construction paper into a nearby trashcan. "What's gonna happen to them?"
"They going to get dull," Gayle frowned, tracing a careful finger over the blade.
"But your mother shouldn't be able to tell yet, right? I was only using them for a minute." Oscar asked nervously, a light layer of sweat covering his forehead.
He knew. Oscar knew.
Y/n had told him many times. Never go into her crafting room. Never, ever use anything without her permission. And what did he do? User her pair of scissors that were only meant to cut fabric.
Gayle let out a sad sigh. She knew how strong her mother's sixth sense was when it came to her crafting room and all her beloved tools and stuff. And yeah, her mom probably wouldn't notice if they were old shears but these were brand new. Gayle was with her when she bought them. The smile on her face as they checked out because it was kind of a reward for herself.
"They're brand new," Gayle groaned again.
"Oh my God," Oscar cried into his hands.
Then somehow their situation got worst. The sound of the garage door opening filled their ears and shook the house.
"Shit,"
"Crap!"
"What am I going to do?" Oscar groaned. "Your Mom is gonna kill me."
Oscar look at Gayle, her mind clearly spinning and multiple lightbulbs lighting up in her head.
"Go," Gayle said as she shooed her father out of the room. "before she sees you."
Oscar listened, nearly throwing himself out of the room as the front door opened. He walked quickly into his living room, sitting down stiffly as he turned on the TV to some show.
"Hi honey," Y/n greeted, a smile on her face.
"Hi," Oscar cleared his throat, leaning towards his wife and leaving a kiss on her cheek.
"Are you okay?" Y/n's brows tugged together.
"Yeah," Oscar nodded, eyes tilting down to see the new fabrics that she's bought.
"Alright then," Y/n said, unconvinced. "I'm just gonna go back up to my crafting room."
Y/n jogged up the stairs, still certain that her husband has hiding something from her. She opened the door, a look on her face as she notice the crack already in the door.
"Hi baby," Y/n said.
"Hi Mom," Gayle smiled sweetly, her hands behind her back.
"What are you doing?" Y/n asked, setting her shopping bag onto a desk.
"Just looking for some stickers for my new scrapbook page." Gayle said.
"Okay," Y/n shrugged, beginning to flip through the new yards of fabric that she bought.
"I'm gonna go now," Gayle smiled again.
"Alright baby,"
Gayle walked towards the door, back facing her mom and head high towards the door. In one swift motion she turned around and faced her mother again.
"Mom,"
"Yeah?"
"What's for dinner?" Gayle asked.
"Lasagna,"
"Okay, thanks." Gayle said, backing out the door with her front now facing her mother.
Gayle turned back around, marching down the hall before walking down the stairs. She entered the living room scissors in hand as she frowned at her dad.
"What did you do?" Oscar asked, shoving the pair of scissors behind a pillow.
"You should be lucky that I bought a pair too." Gayle sighed.
"So you switched them out?"
"Yeah," Gayle nodded. "You owe me a new pair of scissors."
like maybe wimbledon but you're supporting different people
talking about a bunch of stuff like sporting events, law, and other classy things
asking for your number when the match is over
you two will probably meet up for dinner or coffee again
and it's the same thing all over again and you feel like he might be the one at the end of the date
love at first sight
so you two start dating
five years later it's still thriving
you two are always there for each other
you're at races and he's always offering his support
you definitely become friends with the other wags and you all probably talk about your boyfriends
after five years he is probably plotting your proposal
he is so the type to get your parents AND either a close grandparent or best friend's blessing as well
takes you somewhere significant to propose
and when you say yes he already has a either a spreadsheet or google doc with your wedding plan
lance stroll
you'd meet at some snobby event that his dad made him go to
making fun of each other during the night (enemies to lovers but also a he falls first??)
ends up at some cheap bar with him
endless phone calls from your parents
you end the night at his apartment with him on the coffee table and you're on the couch
making breakfast like an old couple in the morning
five years later it's the same...
you'd probably be married and joke that it's a marriage of convenience so your families can be connected to each other
arguing over stupid stuff but then making it up to each other with little gestures
letters, sticky notes with little reminders or i love yous, flowers, baked goods
but not that your whole relationship is just fighting
i predict lots of family trips and you and scotty scaring the shit out of lance and chloe
lots of sexy comments from lance that no one (especially scotty) wants to hear
'i'd tear that dress off of you like I did with that garter' 'lance!' 'CHLOE THEY'RE DOING IT AGAIN-'
lawrence asking about grandkids
lance smirking at you all the time after that
life is just an adventure after adventure with this man as a married couple
alex albon
cats
that's all i'll say
you two probably met through something having to do with pets
whether it's picking up cat food or meeting through mutual friends it has something to do with animals
definitely meant to be/soulmates
you two hit it off right when you met each other
your friends are immediately sick of you two when they can hear you guys cackling from the other room
five years later
i predict that you are married.. with your football team of cats
you parents and friends are probably asking you guys about kids but you two always say that you already have kids (your army of pets)
of course one of you is considering kids...
anyways
you two are the one couple that's always sunshine and rainbows when you're out but gentle and calm with each other when you're home
oscar piastri
you'd definitely meet at school
very friends to lovers core
your friends would definitely be making fun of you for being in denial
eventually you start dating and being very involved with each other
more involved with each other then you already are anyways...
following his f4 races, studying with each other before tests, lending him your notes and helping him catch up, cheering you on in whatever sport or activity that you might do
five years after you start dating (you're probably like 21/22 now)
oscar's made his f1 debut and you're now a wag...
but still your relationship is private
supporting each other in your careers
whether that's going to his races or him brainstorming with you for your corporate job (or whatever it is that you do)
you're closer to hattie, edie, and mae and the three of you are probably talking about oscar (the good and the bad)
laughing your asses off with nicole during the holidays when you're going through oscar's baby albums
being that one couple that acts like they've been married for a long time when you haven't been (or have you...)
max verstappen
two words
childhood sweethearts
you've always been there for each other
that meant that you've been there for the good and the ugly
all the races and everything that jos ever did or said
you were always there to comfort him and vice versa
so lets say about five years after you two turn 22
you two probably didn't waste anytime getting married after you turned 18
it was something that you guys always talked about and having that new found family with each other was something that you always wanted
if you aren't too busy with your career then you probably have a toddler or a new baby
but if you are then you're thriving in your careers and still always there for each other
when you two got married you made it clear that you would always been there and supporting each other
"Lando, I swear." Y/n huffed. "I have a reservation at Chez Naomi with my husband tonight and you're babysitting. You owe me,"
"Oh yeah, is that place good?"
"Well, I don't know Lando. I might not know because someone is refusing to babysit my kids." Y/n yelled into her phone.
"Ok, ok, fine. I will," Lando sighed. "I'll be there by 5."
"Thank you," Y/n said.
She set her phone back into her pocket, rolling her eyes a little as she got over to her closet. She flipped through the dozens of dresses she owned, debating on what to wear on her date with Oscar.
"Mom!"
Y/n sighed, she really could just never catch a break in this house could she?
"Yeah," Y/n walked out of her closet to see her oldest and second daughter.
"Niamh won't give me the remote and it's my turn to pick what to watch." James pouted, crossing his arms.
"My show is on," Niamh hiccuped, her eyes glossy.
Y/n sighed, usually she would deal with this in a way that would be fair towards both kids while teaching them how to respect each other. But today she really didn't have time or a care.
"Niamh, you can watch your show here in Mommy and Daddy's room and James you can watch your show on the TV downstairs, ok?"
The two nodded eagerly, Niamh handing James the remote and scrambling onto her parents' bed. Y/n smiled, going back to her closet. She was debating between a vintage Versace and a new Armani dress when she heard tiny feet against the wooden floors.
"Mommy? What are you doing?" Niamh asked, leaning her head into her mother's leg.
"Just deciding on a dress to wear on me and Daddy's date tonight." Y/n hummed in response.
Niamh's mouth parted as she looked at the two dresses. Her tiny grubby hands reached out and reached the hem of the Versace dress.
"Be careful lovie," Y/n said as she ran her hand through Niamh's soft brown waves.
"You should wear this one," Niamh smiled as she reached for a mid-length Dior dress that Y/n had gotten from Oscar as a gift. "It's prettier."
Y/n paused, her fingers tracing the dress that her daughter had picked out. She had the dress for almost five years. It was one of the first gifts that Oscar gave her after they got married.
"Yeah? You think Daddy will like me in this?" Y/n pondered.
"Yes," Niamh giggled.
"Okay then," Y/n pressed a kiss on the top of Niamh's head before leading her back towards the bed.
Then it was decided. Y/n slipped on the old dress, got a few compliments from her kids, put on makeup, and waited for Lando. The moment Lando showed up she nearly sprinted out the door.
"Thanks Lando! Bye guys! Be good, okay?" She yelled as she practically skipped out the door.
"Bye Mommy!"
Y/n couldn't help but giggle to herself as she started her car. She hummed the entire way as she drove, blaring her shared playlists with Oscar in the car. It had been so long since she had a date with Oscar alone that she was almost jumping out of the car the moment the valet took her car keys.
And she was here, Chez Naomi. The place that Oscar and she had spent their first date and anniversaries. And now, their first alone date since Gayle had been born.
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"What did you get?"
"The risotto as usual."
Oscar smiled, placing his menu on the table.
"So, how was your day?"
"It was good," Y/n smiles, taking a sip from her glass.
Oscar looked at his wife. She looked perfect. The smile she always had, her hair perfect, and her clean polished wedding and engagement rings.
"Nice dress," Oscar smirked, eyes lowering to the slight cleavage showing through Y/n's dress.
"Thanks, I wonder who got it for me." She smiled.
Oscar and Y/n laughed, sipping wine from their dresses. They chatted until their food came, nothing serious just about their life and them. The things that made them happy and their future.
"You know, I'm so happy." Oscar whispered, taking Y/n's hand on the table. "I am so glad that I met you and got to marry you. And I'm happy that we have four beautiful kids together and a place that we can call home. I'm so happy that I have you."
Y/n felt her eyes tear up, getting more emotional as her husband spoke. She squeezed his hand and smiled shyly. Even after all their years he still managed to make butterflies appear in her stomach.
"I'm so happy that I have you too. I love you so much. More than you'll ever know."
"I love you too-"
"Oh what the hell?" Y/n said annoyed as she reached for her phone in her purse.
Lando.
"Who is it?" Oscar's eyebrows tugged together.
"It's Lando," Y/n responded, bringing the phone. to her ear.
"Y/n!" Lando's voice sounded desperate and airy.
"What's wrong?"
"I need help. My hair is pink, the smoke detector is going off, and I think I lost one of the kids somewhere in the house-"
"You what?" Y/n shrieked.
Oscar winced as heads turned around to look at her.
"We're coming home right now, don't move." Y/n said in her stern mom voice.
"What is it?"
"We need to go home. Too much is happening and apparently one of the kids is lost in the house." Y/n sighed.
Oscar opened his mouth before shaking his head. He grabbed the car keys with another sigh and leaned over the table to kiss her cheek.
"I'll grab the car and you pay." He muttered.
"Okay,"
"You okay?" Oscar asked.
"Yeah," Y/n smiled. "I'm not even disappointed. It's our kids and we get to solve these problems together. Forever,"
summary; the four times that oscar has had to save his four kids from getting in trouble with their mother (kinda scattered, jumps from different ages and stages of their lives)
"Dad, can you come pick me up? I'm kind of drunk and all my friends have either passed out or have gone home."
Those words stuck with Oscar the entire time as he tried not to break any laws while he drove to the address that James had sent him. Sure, when he became a father he had expected to save his kids from stupid situations where they were drunk but his seventeen year old son? Wasn't it a little early?
It was nearly one in the morning as Oscar parked on the street, following the long line of cars with his keys tightly grasped in his hand. He finally stepped foot onto the lawn of a rambunctious property only to be greeted by empty beer bottles, teenagers getting too comfortable with each other, and loud music. He flinched as he made his way through the front door.
Inside the house was nearly the same setting. Ditched solo cups and beer bottles, teens making out on the couch, and speakers in every corner of the house.
Whose parents were oblivious to this happening in their own house?
"Excuse me, have you seen James Piastri?" Oscar asked the first half-sobered teen he saw.
"Uh, no man sorry." The kid shrugged. "Hey, aren't you Oscar Piastri?"
"Yeah,"
"No way, you're a legend bro."
"Thanks," Oscar grumbled, wandering into the dining room.
Bastard.
There sat James in a clearly expensive dining chair with a garbage can in his arms as he looked up at the ceiling, muttering to himself.
"Hey,"
"Dad," James gasped, dropping the garbage can and looking up at his father.
"Let's go," Oscar mumbled, grabbing his son by his shoulder.
James didn't bother to argue, following his dad out of the house with his head hung low.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Oscar asked, the moment they closed the car doors.
"I'm an idiot, I know." James groaned into his hands.
"Yeah, and you almost gave me a heart attack." Oscar scoffed, starting the car.
"I'm sorry," James choked out.
"You better not puke in my car," Oscar gave his son a dirty look before he started driving.
James muttered something under his breath before clutching his head in his hands.
"There's paper bags in the glove box,"
"Thanks," James replied, pulling a couple out.
Oscar sighed. He knew this was inevitable. He had four kids who were all now teens. Seventeen, sixteen, fourteen, and thirteen. The moment he retired he came to terms with the fact that he would have to be more present and face the reality that was Y/n's world everyday.
"You know, when I retired I knew you kids would always be getting into trouble and that I would have to deal with it. But I retired from racing which nearly always gave me a heart attack so I would really appreciate it if you didn't try to recreate that for me at home." Oscar hummed. Not annoyed, not angry, kind of in a joking way.
James looked up from his paper bag.
"Are you not mad?"
"Oh no, I am. But I knew this was going to happen eventually. And better you than your sisters." Oscar said.
"Are you going to tell Mom," James winced.
"Oh God no," Oscar laughed. "I know that this was just a one time thing. I know you wouldn't let yourself get hammered every time you have a little drink and I also know that you've had a lot on your plate recently. So, I'll save you this time."
"Thanks Dad," James let out a sigh of relief.
He leaned over to give his dad a half hug only for Oscar to lean away.
"No thanks, I don't want your mother to think I've been drinking all night."
"Right,"
gayle -
"What the hell?"
Oscar's jaw dropped open along with the plate of sandwiches and chips in his hand.
"Dad!" Gayle shrieked, pulling away from the boy who was sitting next to her in her bed.
"Uh- um- I'm sorry?" Oscar sputtered, bending down to pick up the sandwiches on the floor.
"Dad, you can't just walk into my room." Gayle groaned, pushing the guy on her bed away from him.
Oscar stuttered, apologizing over and over and he swept the chips off the carpet. His face was flushed by the time he had picked up all the floor and set the plate on Gayle's desk.
"You didn't tell me your dad was Oscar Piastri?"
"Not the time Donovan!"
"Sorry," Donovan shrank in his seat.
"So, are you going to introduce me to your friend?" Oscar asked, curiosity blooming within him.
Gayle sighed before groaning again. She buried her head in his hands before looking up.
This is not happening, she thought to herself.
"Dad, this is Donovan and Donovan this is my father. Who you obviously know," Gayle rolled her eyes. "Please don't tell mom."
Oscar sighed. He knew how strict Y/n was about boys. How they weren't allowed in the girls' rooms. How they had to be gone by six at night. How the girls wouldn't be allowed to have relationships yet. Yet alone make out with them.
"I-"
Before Oscar could get a word out, he heard a horrifying sound. The sound of the garage opening. James at practice, Niamh and Lola didn't have their licenses- that could only mean one thing.
Y/n was home.
"Shit!"
"Oh crap,"
Oscar looked at Gayle who peered at the window.
What was she going to do now?
"Quick, there's stairs to the back in Lola's room." Oscar grabbed Donovan's arm, leading him out of Gayle's room.
Gayle watched confusingly as she heard the garage door close. She heard fast footsteps down the stairs and the sound of the backdoor being slammed closed.
"Hi baby, what's happening?"
Gayle looked out the window to see her mother with Donovan and her father.
"Oh nothing, just showing the new gardener the lawn." Oscar smiled.
Gayle let out a sigh of relief as she sat down in her chair. She leans her head against the window looking down at the scene. Gayle looked at her dad, doing his best to control his laughter. Then he looked up at her and winked.
niamh -
As Oscar walked into the familiar setting of the middle school that he had been in too many times, he walked into the one place that he never thought he would be heading into.
The principal’s office.
When he got the call that Niamh was in trouble he could’ve sworn he almost had a heart attack. Again. Because apparently that was all his kids ever did for him.
"Mr. Piastri, please, have a seat." Mr Daley muttered, motioning at the empty chair next to Niamh.
Oscar sat down, his body stiff as he cleared his throat. Niamh leaned into her seat, icepack on her hand.
"What happened," Oscar whispered.
"I got into a fight," she muttered under her breath.
"You what?" Oscar nearly yelled.
"Mr. Piastri, please let us explain the situation first." Mr. Daley sighed.
Oscar nodded, tensely leaning back into his chair with his arms crossed.
"Niamh got into a fight with another girl in her grade because the girl was making fun of Niamh's friend, Rebecca."
Rebecca. Oscar remembered, she had been over at their house too many times to forget. She was one of the sweetest girls that Y/n said she had ever met and Oscar thought her manners were incredible. Rebecca was a wheelchair user and often required more help. But still, her and Niamh together was an absolute massacre for two twelve year old girls.
Late night gossip sessions, frozen bras in the freezer that scared the hell out of James and him, oil grease from deep frying twinkies.
"If she was protecting her friend then why is she in trouble?" Oscar raised an eyebrow.
Mr. Daley cleared his throat, placing his hands in his lap.
"We're not saying Niamh is exactly in trouble. But for getting into a fight with another student that will have some consequences."
“Yeah, I said I’m fine with that.” Niamh scoffed, crossing her arms.
Oscar placed his hand on his daughter’s knee as a way of telling her to let him handle it.
“So, what are the consequences?”
“We’re thinking since Niamh did it to protect her friend that a couple days of detention should be fine.” Mr. Daley said with a tight smile on his face.
“And the other girl?”
“Bullying is strictly forbidden in our school so trust me everything will be taken care of.”
"Alright then," Oscar hummed.
"Right, thank you." Mr. Daley said, opening the door for the two of them.
Oscar and Niamh walked back in silence. Her backpack was slung over her shoulders while Oscar gripped his keys tightly.
"Dad," Niamh whispered.
"Yeah," Oscar replied, pulling out of the school parking lot.
"Are you mad?"
"No,"
Niamh looked up, her eyes wide.
"What?"
"You did something wrong because you were protecting someone you love. I'm not mad just hoping that next time you do something different." Oscar said.
"I know and I promise." Niamh hummed.
"Good,"
"Are you going to tell Mom?"
"Hm," Oscar paused, "no."
"Really!" Niamh gasped.
"Yeah, our secret." Oscar smiled.
lola -
"Oh Lola,"
Oscar groaned, putting his head in his hands. He watched as his toddler sat down on the floor, staring at the baby food on the TV. She waddled over to her dad, pulling on his pant leg.
"Baby, what did you do?" He picked her up on his hip, getting closer to the TV.
Oscar inspected the TV, sighing at the baby food dripping down the screen. He knew watching four kids would be a hassle but he didn't know that it would be this bad. Sure he loved his kids but they could be such a handful.
"I'm hungry," Lola muttered into Oscar's shoulder.
"Yeah, that's because you used your pre-lunch snack as paint." Oscar whispered, kissing the top of her head.
"Dad! Is lunch ready yet?"
Oscar opened his mouth, pausing before he spoke. He sighed at the mess.
"Yeah, just give me some time." Oscar yelled back. "Wait, guys, what time does Mom come back?"
"2:30!" Gayle yelled back.
"Thanks!"
Oh shit.
That only left Oscar with twenty minutes to fix everything. He had to feed his four kids and clean up the mess that Lola had made. He acted quickly, putting Lola in 'timeout' also known as a pack and play. Oscar then ran into the kitchen, piling spaghetti onto the four plates that were color coordinated to his kids.
He hushed the four of them into the kitchen where they immediately sat down and began to eat. Oscar let out a sigh of relief and sprinted back into the living room with a roll of paper towels. He dabbed and gently smeared the baby food off the screen. Then he used a wet wipe to get the rest off. Just as he threw the paper towels away he heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.
"Hi honey," Y/n smiled, placing a kiss on Oscar's cheek.
"Hi,"
"Anything weird happen?" She hummed, putting her handbag down next to the laundry basket.
"No, not really." Oscar gritted through his teeth.
"Okay then," Y/n said, knowingly staring into the lines of baby food stuck in the frame of the TV.
prompt - reader and her best friends are all wags but of different sports, each week they get together to talk about their husbands and their marital issues
possible title?? - desperate housewives
should i write this?
yes
no, go write smth else more productive
Voting ended onJul 24, 2025
also if i write this should i actually write with actual athletes from other sports or make some people up?? if i should write with actual athletes please send ideas 😵💫😵💫 also which driver??
George smiles deviously as he hustles Y/n and her friends into their living room. He leads them to the two sofas and motions towards the bowl of popcorn and sparkly juice on the coffee table.
"George, this better be good. You locked me out of the apartment and the girls and I have to plan the bachelorette party."
"I thought that was a thing that your bridesmaids were supposed to plan for you." George said as he raised an eyebrow.
"Well, our plane has been delayed and now it's all going to hell." Y/n fumed.
Marilyn and Ophelia both mouth something along the lines of 'just don't talk about it' as they reach for popcorn. Eleanor sighed and waved George off. Denise offered a quiet shrug and a look of panic.
"Just listen to my powerpoint, okay." George grinned.
"Oh Lord, George I don't have time for this." Y/n hissed.
"Ten minutes, darling. Just ten minutes," George promised.
Y/n sighed, crossing her arms and leaning back against the cushions.
"So, this is my powerpoint about things that we're having problems with deciding on for our wedding and the solutions that I have." George said, changing the screen to the next page.
"First of all, flowers. I know we're disagreeing on roses and gardenias. So, why don't you have roses in your bouquet and gardenias on the tables during the reception. That way we can have both flowers." George smiles.
"That sounds good," Ophelia nodded.
"Yeah, I mean you can always also have roses during the reception. Maybe on the sweetheart table or something." Eleanor chimed in.
"Fine, that sounds good." Y/n whispered.
"What did you say?" George taunted slightly.
"I said that's good," Y/n grunted.
George smiled again, mentally keeping score of if his solutions had worked.
George continued with his presentation, making points that Y/n couldn't argue with and some decisions that were overruled by the bridesmaids and Y/n. By the end of the ten minutes before he made his last point, the bowl of popcorn was half gone and Denise had opened another bottle of juice. Y/n felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off her chest after most of the decisions had been made. However, there was still one aspect of their wedding that they hadn't made a decision on.
"No, we're not having this conversation again."
"Yeah, which is why we should just go with the two tiered vanilla and buttercream with the decorative flowers."
"I mean we haven't even been to a cake testing yet. I'm busy at the firm and you're always thousands of miles away. For Christ's sake George, we're getting married in less than seven months. We're supposed to already have these things figured out."
George scoffed in return and the couple continued to bicker while Y/n's friends watched in annoyance.
"Oh not again," Eleanor sobs into her hands.
"This is the most I've ever seen neither of them mad." Marilyn says while pouring herself another drink.
"Seriously, this whole wedding planning thing has turned them into monsters." Ophelia groans.
"They love each other, what's the big deal if the cake isn't the perfect flavor or if the reception goes overtime." Denise shrugs.
"I'm not listening to any more of this bullshit." Marilyn says. "Hey lovebirds,"
George and Y/n pause mid insult as they look at Marilyn who has a very irritated look on her face.
"You two are in love. And there's no denying that, I mean, we've all been around doing Christmas to know what goes on when you two 'go get the good wine'. Which by the way, gross. Anyways, you guys have worked so hard for this relationship and it is really worth it to fight over flowers and cake. This is the person you're going to see through sickness and in health. If you're arguing over stupid stuff like this, are they worth the trouble when worse scenarios come. And I know you two enough to know that you wouldn't break up over something like cake so just relax."
The two share a look. Marilyn was right. They had seen each other through their best and their worst. So why were they fighting over something like cake?
"She's right,"
"Yeah,"
"I know there's a cake testing booking on Thursday and I'll still be home and I know you just wrapped up that big account."
"Seriously?" Y/n's eyes lit up at George's words.
"Sure, I mean it doesn't hurt to try other flavors of cake right?"
Y/n nodded, her arms pulling her fiancé in for a hug. George hugged her back, his arms hooked around her waist as he kissed the top of her head.
"I love you,"
"I love you more,"
"Okay, I think you guys have to leave now." Y/n smirked.
The four sitting on the couch all offered a look of disgust but relief. Marilyn was the first to sprint and Ophelia, Eleanor, and Denise followed after grabbing their purses.
'uh- um- well, how about a bunny instead' 'CHARLES'
but it's too late because your daughter is already intrigued
you end up at the pet store with the two of them while you're googling stuff you need and chatting with the staff and Charles and your daughter are fawning over the pets
you end up getting a small brown and white one and you make Charles set up the whole mini house and gate while you and your daughter play with her new pet
'can i have some help' 'no Charles, you made your bed now you have to lay in it'
he frowns and goes back to reading the instructions before you whisper
'and i wasn't even against the baby thing'
lando norris
drops his phone on his foot and has to sit down
'daddy are you ok?' 'yeah Lando, are you okay?' you ask while holding in your laughter
he's still in shock when you tap his shoulder
you look at your son and you both laugh little
'Lando, hello-' still no response
'how about a dog for now, huh'
you roll your eyes as your son drags Lando away towards the garage while he grabs his keys
well, now your house was probably going to be more chaotic than it already is
and of course you would never let Lando forget his reaction
carlos sainz
wants to say yes so bad but tells your son that you two will talk about it
you're not against it but not a hundred percent sure
'i'll think about' 'it's better than no' he is so excited that you have to roll your eyes at his enthusiasm
you decide to get your son small cat to test his independence and responsibility for now
and he's definitely more careful than you ever thought he would be...
so a little wine, rose petals, and nine months later you end up with a baby girl and five kittens because as it turns out the shelter was wrong and your son's cat is a girl
'what is in the water at the house'
daniel ricciardo
looks at you with a smirk
'Daniel no,' 'aw'
your daughter sighs and goes back to her drawing but you can tell she's sad
'but, we can get a dog for now'
both of them look up at you with excitement in their eyes
'really?!' your daughter nearly screeches
so now you have a golden retriever, a four year old, and a husband who's always looking at you with a dirty look in his eyes
'maybe we could just try, it doesn't always work out anyways' 'Daniel, i swear one more word out of you and we'll never have another baby'
oscar piastri
you both say no simultaneously
your daughter is immediately upset and sulks to her room at your violent reaction
you and Oscar both look at each other and realize how mad you must've sounded
so you leave your daughter with Lando for couple hours and bring her home to a guinea pig with a nice enclosure
she screams at the sight of it and she runs probably faster than you've ever seen her
you and Oscar sigh in relief as you watch her laugh and smile
'that was crisis averted right' 'yeah probably' 'so about more kids' 'later Oscar, later- maybe after you've gone through your quarter-life crisis or something'
