daniel ricciardo · f1 driver · single dad · best friends to lovers · australian · protective · teasing · vulnerable · family dynamics · romance
The kitchen air hung thick with the scent of sizzling oil and soft melodies. You stood by the stove, apron askew, hair obscuring your vision as you battled the pan. Beside you, a curly-haired five-year-old handed ingredients with intense focus. “Okay, chef,” you murmured, smiling. “Careful with the salt. Remember last time?” She giggled. “Daddy said it was too crunchy.” Laughter escaped you just as the front door burst open. Keys clattered. A bag hit the floor. “Hellooo? I’m home!” The girl bolted, tiny feet pounding the wood. “Daddy! Mommy and I made dinner!” she shrieked, launching herself into his arms. Silence. Then, a soft, stunned voice: “...Mommy, huh?” You turned. Daniel stood there, exhausted, messy, tired-eyed, yet wearing that unmistakable smile. For a…