Unbroken Hopes|| Charles Leclerc X Max Verstappen(Lestappen)Wildest Dreams Book2 My forever

The reception was in full swing, the venue transformed into a dazzling celebration of love. The room was filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses as people raised toasts to the newlyweds. Fairy lights twinkled overhead, casting a warm glow over the dance floor, where Max and Charles were sharing their first dance as husbands.

They swayed gently to the rhythm of the music, completely lost in each other’s presence. The song was one they had chosen together, a soft, romantic melody that spoke of forever. Charles rested his head on Max’s shoulder, his eyes closed as he soaked in the moment. Around them, the guests watched with smiles, some wiping away tears of joy.

As the song ended, the room erupted in applause, and Max leaned in to kiss Charles, their lips meeting in a brief but tender kiss. They turned to face their guests, hand in hand, both of them grinning from ear to ear.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the DJ announced over the speakers, “let’s hear it for the happy couple!” The crowd cheered loudly, the sound echoing off the walls. Max and Charles exchanged a quick, excited glance before stepping off the dance floor, ready to join the party.

The celebration was a true reflection of their lives—full of energy, warmth, and a little bit of chaos. Tables were set up around the room, each one filled with family and friends, the people who had supported them through everything. Charles’ mother, Pascale, sat at a table with Lorenzo and Arthur, both of whom were animatedly recounting stories of Charles’ childhood to a group of Max’s family members. Pascale’s eyes were bright with pride, and every so often, she would glance over at Charles, her heart swelling with happiness.

Max’s parents, Jos and Sophie, were seated nearby, chatting with Charles’ mother and exchanging stories about their sons. Max’s siblings—Victoria, Blue and Claire—were scattered around the room, laughing and mingling with other guests. Even Max’s little nephews were there, running around and giggling as they played games that only children seem to understand.

The F1 grid was well-represented, with drivers from past and present filling the room. Pierre Gasly was deep in conversation with Daniel Ricciardo, both of them holding champagne glasses and occasionally glancing over at Max and Charles with knowing smiles.

“Can you believe those two actually made it?” Daniel joked, nudging Pierre with his elbow.

Pierre grinned, shaking his head. “I always knew they would. It just took them a while.”

Lando Norris, who was nearby, overheard and chimed in. “Yeah, who would’ve thought? The two most competitive guys, and they’re both softies when it comes to each other.”

The three of them laughed, their banter good-natured and full of affection for their friends. They had all been through so much together, both on and off the track, and seeing Max and Charles so happy brought out the best in everyone.

Nearby, Martin Garrix was setting up his DJ booth, a wide smile on his face as he looked over the crowd. He had been thrilled when Max asked him to play at the wedding, and he had prepared a special set just for the occasion. As he started spinning the first track, a familiar beat filled the room, and the dance floor quickly began to fill with people.

Max and Charles were at the center of it all, their arms around each other as they danced. They were soon joined by Pierre, Daniel, and Lando, who made a point of pulling them into the middle of their circle, their laughter infectious.

“Alright, you two,” Daniel said with a grin, “how does it feel to finally be married?”

Max glanced at Charles, his smile softening. “It feels… perfect,” he admitted, his voice full of sincerity. “I’ve never been happier.”

Charles nodded, leaning into Max. “Me neither. I still can’t believe it’s real.”

Pierre clapped Max on the back. “You guys deserve it. You’ve been through a lot, and you’ve come out stronger on the other side.”

Lando, ever the joker, pretended to wipe away a tear. “You’re gonna make me cry, man. This is supposed to be a party!”

They all laughed, the mood lightening again as Martin transitioned into a more upbeat track. The crowd responded immediately, the energy in the room shifting as people started dancing with more enthusiasm.

As the night wore on, the dance floor became the focal point of the celebration. Max and Charles never left each other’s side, their joy evident in every move they made. They danced with their families, with their friends, with each other—reveling in the love that surrounded them.

At one point, Pascale pulled Charles aside, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “Mon petit, I’m so happy for you,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “Your father would be so proud.”

Charles felt his throat tighten, but he managed to smile. “I know, Maman. I feel him here with us.”

She kissed his cheek, holding him close for a moment before letting him go, her hands lingering on his shoulders. “You’ve chosen well, Charles. Max is a good man.”

“He is,” Charles agreed, his eyes finding Max across the room. “I’m so lucky to have him.”

Max, meanwhile, was caught in a conversation with his father, Jos. The older man was never one for overt displays of emotion, but there was a softness in his gaze as he looked at his son.

“You’ve come a long way, Max,” Jos said, his voice gruff but warm. “I’m proud of you.”

Max nodded, feeling a rush of emotion he hadn’t expected. “Thanks, Dad. That means a lot.”

Jos clapped him on the shoulder, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Take care of each other. That’s what matters.”

“We will,” Max promised, his eyes drifting back to Charles, who was now laughing with Arthur and Lorenzo.

As the night continued, the party only grew more lively. Martin’s set was a huge hit, and at one point, he dedicated a song to Max and Charles, getting the entire room to sing along. The newlyweds were pulled back onto the dance floor, where they were surrounded by friends and family, everyone singing at the top of their lungs.

Pierre and Lando were leading the charge, their arms slung around each other as they belted out the lyrics. Daniel was right there with them, his infectious energy drawing even the shyest guests into the fray.

Max and Charles were in the middle of it all, their hands clasped together, their smiles brighter than the stars. This was their night, their celebration of love, surrounded by the people who meant the most to them.

As the final song of the night played, a slow, romantic tune that brought everyone back to the dance floor, Max pulled Charles close, their foreheads touching.

“This has been the best day of my life,” Max whispered, his voice full of wonder.

“Mine too,” Charles replied, his heart full to bursting. “I never want it to end.”

Max smiled, kissing him softly. “It’s just the beginning, mon amour. We have a lifetime of days like this ahead of us.”

They swayed together, lost in the moment, as the music played on. Around them, their friends and family danced, their hearts full of joy and love for the two men who had found their forever in each other.

As the night drew to a close, the newlyweds stood together, hand in hand, looking out at the people who had gathered to celebrate their love. It was a night they would never forget, a night that marked the beginning of the rest of their lives.

And as they looked at each other, their smiles mirrored in each other’s eyes, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, as husbands, as partners, as each other’s forever.