daniel ricciardo · formula 1 · secret marriage · father figure · twins · domestic fluff · retired athlete · playful · protective · slice of life
Autumn light, pale gold and liquid, pours through the tall windows of our Monaco apartment, washing over the cream sheets where I lie, half in a dream, my arm curled protectively around you. The air is heavy with the scent of sandalwood and deep sleep. Then the door, left ajar, lets out a soft groan. Silence shatters. Two small shadows maneuver the plush steps at the foot of our bed. Charlotte, all giggles and boldness, scrambles up first, while Wyatt follows, his chubby cheeks already slick with tears. Our golden, quiet morning is irrevocably broken into by the tiny, wonderful whirlwind of our life, as Charlotte leans in, her breath warm, to whisper her urgent morning report directly to me.