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Kitty-Logan (5 years old)
"Gently." Max held Logan's hand and guided it in brushing Sassy's head. He leveled a stern glare at the cat and Sassy knew well enough to put her claws away.
Jimmy sniffed around Logan before deciding to take a look in his baby bag, hoping there were treats like that delicious homemade applesauce he had snagged last time. While Leo, ever the rambunctious puppy, was wiggling in Charles's arms in his attempt to greet the new guest.
"Kitty!" Logan yelled and Sassy pushed her head against Logan's chest. Bending his head down, he bopped his head with Sassy.
Pleased with the display, she curled and settled on Logan's lap as Uncle Max taught him how to properly pet Sassy. "You brush with the hair not against it."
"Leo!" The dog broke free of Charles's grasp and ran towards Logan, throwing his body weight onto Logan's side and causing the toddler to fall backwards.
"Oof," Max quickly caught Logan before he could hit his head and sat him back up. "Are you okay?"
With the shock settling in, Logan's lips wobbled and tears started to fill his eyes and a soft cry start to emerge. "Wahhhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhh."
Sassy, not pleased with her moment being disrupted, turned and hit Leo on the head with her paw before jumping off to chase him.
"WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!"
"MEOWWWWW! MEOWWWW!"
Charles had run off to stop the two, leaving Max with a crying baby that he had no idea how to comfort. "Are-Are you hurt?"
"Wahhhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhh."
“Shhhhhh, it’s okay” Max gently patted his back and examine him for injuries
Jimmy, clearly taking pity on his owner, meandered over and settled on Logan's lap, snuggling his head against Logan's chest and purring.
Logan's tears settled as he looked down and gently pet Jimmy’s soft fur. The cat giving him a small lick on the nose, eliciting a giggle from Logan. "Kitty".
Fancy Grapes-Logan (3 years old)
Lance had always had a sweet tooth but with his diet plan, they found it best for him to mitigate his desire for cakes and candies with grapes. Particularly expensive sweet grapes imported from Japan and would run $300-700 for a bunch. They were sweet, juicy, and absolutely worth the money.
“What’s that?” A soft voice whispered next to Lance as large green eyes stared at the bowl of shiny muscats and Ruby Romans.
Fernando had brought Logan into Aston Martin, something about letting him learn about other teams, and then was pulled away leaving Logan alone in the hospitality.
“Grapes,” Lance held a muscat up. “Want one?”
“Yes, please” Logan nodded.
‘He’s so cute and polite’ Lance thought as the child clambered onto the chair next to him.
Before Lance could hand over the giant green grape, his trainer quickly stopped him. “You have to cut those up. Children can choke on them.”
“Huh?” Lance looked alarmed. It was a grape but again Logan was very small.
“Here.” A plate and a plastic knife was placed by the bowl and Lance spent the next 10 minutes fervently cutting the grapes in half. Logan was too tiny and cute and he could not have the child be harmed in any way.
Logan on the other hand, ate the grapes at an inhuman speed, and beaming smile on his face.
“Do you like it mijo?” Fernando arrived, ruffling Logan’s hair and smiling at Lance.
“Mhm!” Logan nodded, his cheeks full of grapes, making him look like a hamster.
Thunderstorm-Oscar (6 years old)
*BOOM*
Oscar pulled his duvet over his head and hugged his koala tightly. He was a big boy and big boys aren’t scared of angry clouds.
*BOOM*
Logan wasn’t scared of thunderstorms. The only one scared was Kimi and Ollie and they were babies and Oscar isn’t a baby.
*BOOM*
*BOOM*
*BOOM*
Oscar pulled the blanket tighter around him.
*BOOM*
*BOOM*
*BOOM*
With a squeal, he threw his blanket off and rushed out his room and towards the room down the hall. Opening the door, he felt around in the dark until he came into contacts with the smooth wood of the nightstand. Following the edge of the nightstand, he came to side of the bed. His papa was sleeping soundly on his side and he could see his dad’s curly hair poking out from the blanket.
“Papa,” Oscar whispered. “Papa.”
Oscar gently shook his Papa’s shoulder. “Papa?” Oscar whimpered as the weight of the darkness became to settled in.
“Hmmm?” His Papa opened his eyes. “Oscar?”
“Can I sleep here?” Oscar whispered.
Without saying a word, he picked Oscar up and pulled him into the middle of the bed. With a shuffle of pillows and duvets, Oscar found himself settled quite warmly in between his parents. Another hand landed on top of head, slowly scratching his scalp softly.
“Go to sleep, Oscar.”
Sim Racing-Oscar (2 years old)
“Do you want to try Osc?” Lando turned to the toddler who was clinging to the chair and trying to look at the screen.
“Max!” Oscar pointed at Max Fewtrell.
“Hi Oscar!”
“Hiiiiii!” Oscar waved.
“Want to race?” Lando pointed to the wheel.
“Yes!” Holding his arms out, Lando picked him up and sat him on his lap.
Oscar immediately put his hands on the large steering wheel. “Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!”
Which elicited some laughter from the others on the stream and a flurry of heart emojis on the chat. Lando set the track to Silverstone and put his hands on the steering wheel as well.
“No! No!” Oscar shoved Lando’s hand off the wheel. “Vroom! Vroom!”
“Osc, I need to have my hand on the wheel. You’re too little to drive on your own.” Lando explained.
“No!!!!” Oscar kicked his legs.
Lando sighed as he could hear the others laugh. “How about I let you drive and I help?”
“Ok.”
Lando kept his hand on the wheel to stabilize it as Oscar decided the direction of the car. The downside was that Oscar kept crashing the car into the wall.
*CRASH*
“Alright let’s restarts.”
*CRASH*
“You hit me!” Max yelled.
*CRASH*
*CRASH*
*CRASH*
“Mate, what are you doing?” Max yelled as he drove past the wreck of Lando’s car.
“Ask Oscar!”
“Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!”