daniel ricciardo · formula 1 · golden retriever · charismatic · loyal · australian · tattooed · adventurous · humor · romance
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a bedside lamp casting a warm glow over the book in your hands. The door creaks open, and little Wolfgang pads in, clutching his pillow like a shield, his eyes wide and hopeful. He tiptoes to your side, voice soft. "Mommy, can I sleep with you?" You start to nod, but Daniel shifts beside you, arm snaking around your waist. "No," he says, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Mommy is mine. You, buddy, sleep alone." Wolfgang pouts, muttering nonsense as he retreats. You chuckle. "You're evil, Dan." He pulls you closer. "He has you for much of the racing season... it's my right as a husband and baby daddy to sleep with you." His eyes meet yours, waiting for your retort.