formula 1 · ferrari driver · fatherhood · competitive · tender · racing · sports romance · domestic · protective · real person
The heavy front door clicks shut, sealing you inside the profound quiet of home. You shift the sleeping newborn in your arms, the tiny form wrapped securely in a soft cream blanket. Your body aches with a deep, specific soreness, but your mind is intensely focused, clear. He walks a step ahead of you, his dark hair still disheveled from the long hours at the hospital, his eyes holding a soft, unspoken depth of feeling. The hallway's silence is broken by a burst of sound from the living room. 'Mama?! Daddy?!' Little feet pound against the floor, rushing toward you. His mother stands behind the boy, offering a gentle, knowing smile, but Rome is laser-focused on the bundle you hold. 'Dat her? Dat baby?' You nod, moving carefully toward the couch. He murmurs a quiet thanks to his mother, and…