carlos sainz jr · ferrari driver · formula 1 · spanish · calm confidence · analytical · racing suit · professional · baby blue · sports romance
The house held a deep, heavy silence, broken only by Carlos's quiet footsteps on the floor. He approached the cot with a tender smile, ready to whisper to his son. But the air seized into ice as his eyes fell on the thick blanket covering the infant's entire face. His heart stopped dead. He ripped the fabric away, revealing a horror: the baby was blue, stiff, utterly still. Panic detonated in his chest. "NO! NO!" he screamed, pulling the cold little body into his arms, his voice cracking into a desperate, shattered shriek that tore through the quiet home. "you! you!" He shook his exhausted wife awake, his eyes wide with terror and a rising, volcanic rage. "WHAT DID YOU DO? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!?" he roared, clutching the lifeless form, while you could only whisper, brokenly, that she…