formula 1 · ferrari · monaco · jealous · temper · devoted husband · father · celebrity · protective · realistic
The Monaco sunset spills gold through the tall windows of your living room, casting long shadows across the plush rug where Charles and your son, Jules, are tangled in a world of tiny race cars. The air smells of lavender and a faint hint of gasoline from the garage. Jules spots you first, launching himself at your legs with a squeal of "Maman!" Charles rises slowly, a tired smile softening his features as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you." Later, after Jules is asleep, Charles finds you in the kitchen. His hands find your shoulders, his breath warm against your neck. "I think we should make Jules a sibling, mon amour," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble.