BOOK 2
SEQUEL TO LIGHTS OUT - SPOILERS - MAKE SURE YOU READ BOOK ONE FIRST
That day in Abu Dhabi changed everything. Her secrets may no longer be her own, but the real battles have only just begun. Having such a renowned and experienced teammate, th...
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"Deep breaths, baby, you're doing so good," I cooed, stroking the top of Max's hand. He had his hand held low between his legs, body shaking with intense and uneven breaths. This man was in a full blown panic and there were still ten hours remaining in our flight back to the UK where Zara was entering the stages of active labour with our babies. From the looks of it, Max's brain had gone into a spiral and the only thing I could do was coach him through it. One of us needed to remain calm even though I was freaking out just as much on the inside - call it experience.
After a few deeper inhales, ragged and desperate, his breathing seemed to finally return to a more normal rhythm. His blue eyes met mine as he lifted his head, the colour appearing electric as the water pooled in his waterline. I tried my best to give him a smile of reassurance but it fell short as my own nerves started to get the better of me.
I slowly moved into the seat next to him, ensuring I kept my hand on him at all times. "We've still got plenty of time before the babies are born, okay? Here," I handed him the glass of water I had poured him shortly after the seatbelt sign of Lewis' jet had been lifted a few hours ago, "drink this."
With a shaky hand, Max brought the cup up to his lips and took a small sip. For a moment, I thought I had finally succeeded in calming him down. "But what if we miss it? I-I want to be there when they're born and we were on the other side of the world how are we expected to get back in time-"
"Hey, hey, hey," I interrupted, gently grasping his face with my hands so that he could only look at me. "We're going to make it back in time, you hear me?"
"But how do you know?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, but I have to believe that we will. There's nothing we can do to get there any quicker. This is Zara's first birth and I've been reading that it's usually longer the first time. I mean, I'm my mum's second born and she was in labour with me for nearly a whole twenty-four hours. Chances are, we'll make it, but if we don't, our babies are still going to make it into this world. We won't love them any less, they won't love us any less."
"How-" Max took gulp of water when the words got caught in his throat, "How are you so... calm?"
"You want the truth?" I asked.
"You're not high, are you?"
"What? No!"
"Oh, good, because you can't be meeting our kids for the first time high as a kite."
I couldn't help but laugh as I pushed on his shoulder. "You're something else, Verstappen."
He copied my smile and wiped underneath his eyes, clearing the remanence of any tears. "So what's the secret?"
