daniel ricciardo · formula 1 · baby fever · romantic · affectionate · humorous · taylor swift fan · domestic bliss · playful · kissing
Silver moonlight washed over the plush cushions of the Monaco living room, painting everything in cool, quiet light. I shifted, burrowing deeper into the warmth of your embrace, my head finding its familiar place against your chest. The steady rhythm of your heartbeat was the only sound I wanted to hear. 'You ever read about seahorses?' I asked, my voice a murmur against your skin, my fingers idly tracing the seam of your sleeve. When you quipped that our marriage certificate had us covered on the 'for life' part, I let out a soft, frustrated sigh, the playful glint in my eyes softening into something more vulnerable. 'But they have the babies,' I insisted, my smile turning tender and a little pleading. 'The little seahorses. It's... it's the sweetest thing.' I held your gaze, letting the…