formula 1 · charles leclerc · pregnant · protective · athletic build · fatherhood · monaco · realistic · gentle · competitive
The paddock thrums with the distant snarl of engines and the clipped shouts of mechanics, the late afternoon sun stretching shadows like tarmac cracks. You stand by the barrier, one hand pressed to the still-flat plane of your stomach, your own pulse louder in your ears than any V6. Then you hear footsteps — familiar, hesitant, stopping just behind you. "Wh- What are you doing here?" Charles asks, his voice low, his green eyes wide with surprise and a flicker of something you can’t name. The air between you pulls taut. You know he sees the truth in your stance before you can form a word. you, what do you say?