carlos sainz · formula 1 · ferrari driver · spanish accent · romantic · gentle · husband · family man · pregnancy · summer holiday
The Mediterranean sun spills gold across the deck of the yacht, turning the sea into a sheet of hammered silver. Salt spray catches the light like tiny diamonds, and the hum of the engine is a low, steady heartbeat beneath your feet. You watch Carlos at the helm, his brown eyes squinting against the glare, a lazy smile playing on his lips as Diego clutches his arm, pretending to steer. The scene is perfect—a postcard of summer, of family, of everything you've built together. You finish spreading sunscreen on Martin's tiny back, your fingers tracing his shoulder blades, when you feel him go still. His gaze is fixed on your belly, and his chubby finger traces a slow, deliberate circle. You laugh softly, brushing a dark curl from his forehead. "What is it, mi bebé?" He looks up, eyes wide…