What of Max is always spoiling his daughter very much, like expensive bag and jewellery even though she is still a child, and Max is like, yeah, it's cause she doesn't date an idiot one day
Princess treatment [MV33]
Summary: Max loves spoiling his princess, so she doesn't ever think about bringing an idiot home in the future.
Authors Note: Ugh, I wish someone would buy me expensive jewellery. Anyways, hope you enjoy reading this and shout out to the user for sending this amazing request!
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The Abu Dhabi sun was already beginning to dip, the heat softening into that golden, end-of-day glow that made everything feel slower, richer, almost unreal.
Max adjusted Yn on his hip as they stepped out of the car in front of The Galleria Al Maryah Island. The mall gleamed in front of them, glass and marble reflecting the sky like something out of a movie.
Yn, four years old and already very used to paddocks, private jets, and places most people only saw on Instagram, rested her cheek against Max’s shoulder. Her curls were slightly messy, her tiny sneakers dangling as she kicked lazily.
Behind them, Lando let out a low whistle.
“Mate,” he said, looking up at the building. “You sure we’re allowed in here? I feel underdressed and emotionally unprepared.”
Daniel laughed, reaching over and scooping Yn up effortlessly. “Relax, Norris. If they try to kick us out, I’ll distract them with my charm.”
Yn immediately perked up in Daniel’s arms, small hands grabbing the collar of his shirt.
“Uncle Danny,” she mumbled happily.
“There she is,” Daniel said softly, pressing his forehead to hers. “My favorite little jet-setter.”
Oscar walked alongside them, hands in his pockets, smiling quietly at the scene. “She looks exhausted.”
“She skipped her nap,” Max replied calmly. “Again.”
Yn yawned dramatically, her mouth opening wide as if on cue, then buried her face into Daniel’s chest.
“Traitor,” Max muttered. “I carry you all day and the moment Daniel shows up—”
“She has taste,” Lando interrupted. “Excellent taste.”
They headed inside, the mall instantly cooler, quieter, filled with soft music and the subtle scent of expensive perfume. Yn’s eyes fluttered between open and closed as Daniel carried her through the wide corridors.
They found a small luxury café tucked between designer stores, all white marble tables and gold accents. Tea was ordered, along with an excessive plate of biscuits that Yn poked at lazily before losing interest.
Oscar watched her carefully. “She’s really out of it.”
“She’ll crash any minute,” Daniel said, rocking her gently. “Honestly, I could carry her all day.”
“I know,” Max replied flatly. “You’d steal her if you could.”
Daniel grinned. “Tempting.”
Yn lifted her head just enough to point weakly at Lando.
“Uncle Lan… biscuit.”
Lando immediately slid the plate toward her. “Anything for you, boss.”
She nibbled one, crumbs sticking to her fingers, then leaned back into Daniel again, eyes drooping.
They stayed there for a while, talking about the season, the race weekend, laughing quietly. It was easy. Comfortable. One of those rare moments where everything felt normal.
Eventually, they stood and continued walking through the mall.
Yn was nearly asleep now, head tucked under Daniel’s chin, her small arm draped around his neck. Her breathing had gone slow and even.
They were passing store after store when suddenly Yn stirred.
She lifted her head slightly.
“Shiny,” she whispered.
Daniel slowed. “Hm?”
Yn lifted her hand, pointing weakly. “Glitter.”
They all followed her finger.
The Rolex storefront stood there, glowing. Glass cases, perfectly lit, diamonds and gold catching the light and throwing it back in a thousand tiny sparks.
Yn’s eyes widened just a little more.
“Stop,” she murmured.
Max stopped immediately.
Lando blinked. “Did… did she just command us?”
“Yes,” Oscar said calmly. “And we listened.”
Daniel chuckled, shifting Yn slightly. “You like the sparkles, huh?”
She nodded once, very seriously, then yawned again.
Max stepped closer to the display, crouching slightly so he was at her eye level. “You like that?”
“Mhm,” she said, then rested her head back on Daniel’s shoulder again, interest already fading.
Lando laughed softly. “That was the shortest attention span I’ve ever seen.”
Max straightened.
“Let’s go inside.”
All three of them froze.
“…What?” Lando said.
Daniel looked between Max and the store. “Mate, she’s asleep.”
Oscar added carefully, “Also, this is… Rolex.”
“Yes,” Max said simply, already walking toward the entrance.
They exchanged looks but followed.
Inside, the store was quiet, elegant. A sales assistant immediately approached, smiling politely.
“Good evening,” she said. “Welcome.”
Max nodded. “Hello.”
The woman’s eyes flicked briefly to Yn, then back to Max. “How can I help you today?”
Max glanced around the display, then said, calmly, casually—
“I’d like to buy the entire collection on display.”
Silence.
Absolute, deafening silence.
Lando actually choked. “You— what?”
Daniel’s eyebrows shot up. “Max.”
Oscar stared. “The… whole collection?”
The sales assistant blinked. Once. Twice.
“I’m sorry, sir, did you say—”
“Yes,” Max repeated. “Everything in this section.”
The woman’s professional smile faltered for just a fraction of a second before she recovered. “Of course, sir. If you’d like, I can—”
“That’s fine,” Max said. “Just let me know the total.”
Lando leaned closer, voice low. “Mate, are you okay?”
Daniel whispered, “Blink twice if this is a cry for help.”
Oscar looked at Yn, still half asleep, completely uninterested. “This is for… her?”
“Yes.”
They stared at him.
“For Yn?” Lando echoed incredulously.
Max nodded like this was the most normal thing in the world.
Daniel let out a laugh. “She doesn’t even know where she is.”
Yn shifted slightly, murmuring something incoherent, her tiny fingers clutching Daniel’s shirt.
Lando shook his head. “Why?”
Max finally looked at them, expression calm, almost amused.
“For her future.”
Oscar hesitated. “Her… future?”
“So she doesn’t bring home some loser boyfriend one day who can’t live up to her standards.”
Silence again.
Then—
Lando burst out laughing. “You’re insane.”
Daniel snorted. “Four years old and already intimidating future partners.”
Oscar rubbed the back of his neck. “What standards?”
Max reached into his phone.
“I’ll show you.”
He pulled up a photo and turned the screen toward them.
It was Yn’s closet.
Perfectly organized, soft lighting, rows of tiny designer dresses and coats. But that wasn’t what made them freeze.
Shelves of handbags. Miniature, yes—but unmistakably luxury. Jewelry trays lined with diamonds, gold, gemstones.
Lando’s mouth fell open. “Is that—”
“Yeah,” Max said proudly. “And that. And that.”
Daniel squinted. “Are those—”
“Van Cleef. Cartier. A few others.”
Oscar looked stunned. “She’s four.”
“She has taste,” Max replied calmly.
Lando let out a weak laugh. “I didn’t even own furniture at four.”
Max zoomed in on another photo. “She likes this one best.”
A delicate Cartier necklace, pink diamonds catching the light.
“She calls it her ‘princess necklace,’” Max said, voice softening slightly. “Pink is her favorite.”
Daniel glanced down at Yn. “She doesn’t even wear it.”
Max gently took Yn from Daniel’s arms, careful not to wake her. He lifted her small sleeve slightly.
There, on her wrist, were thin Van Cleef bracelets, delicate and unmistakable.
“They’re light,” Max said. “She doesn’t like heavy jewelry. Says it gets in the way when she plays.”
Lando stared. “She… told you that?”
Max nodded. “Very clearly.”
Oscar smiled softly despite himself. “That’s actually really sweet.”
“She only wears a little when we’re out,” Max continued. “Most of the time she doesn’t want anything on. I don’t force it.”
The sales assistant returned quietly, tablet in hand. “Sir, whenever you’re ready—”
Max nodded, handed over his card, not even looking at the total.
The beep of the machine sounded absurdly normal.
Lando shook his head slowly. “You just bought enough jewelry to bankrupt a small country.”
Max shrugged. “She’s my whole life.”
Yn stirred slightly as Max lifted her back into his arms, one tiny hand curling around his shirt.
“Papa?” she mumbled.
“I’m here,” Max whispered immediately, kissing her hair.
She sighed contentedly and fell back asleep.
The others watched, the shock slowly melting into something warmer.
Daniel smiled softly. “She’s lucky.”
Lando nodded. “Yeah. Spoiled rotten, but… loved.”
Oscar added quietly, “She’s everything to you.”
Max didn’t deny it.
As they walked out of the store, bags discreetly carried by an assistant behind them, Max adjusted Yn gently, shielding her from the lights.
“She doesn’t need all of this,” he said softly. “But she’ll never need to wonder if she’s valued.”
The mall glittered around them.
Yn slept peacefully.
And for Max, nothing else mattered.
