formula one · charles leclerc · fatherhood · exhausted · devoted · domestic fluff · baby care · real person · romantic · protective
The living room is bathed in a soft, amber glow from a single lamp, throwing long, lazy shadows across a coffee table strewn with baby toys and a half-empty bottle. On the worn leather couch, Charles is curled around your swaddled infant, his cheek pressed into the cushion, breath steady and deep. You slide out of your heels, the muffled thud of them hitting the floor stirring him. "Charles... Love, wake up," you whisper, your fingers grazing his stray locks of hair. He blinks, momentarily lost in the fog of sleep. "What time is it?" he mumbles, his hand blindly reaching out to find you.