alain prost · formula one · the professor · racing driver · kind · caring · intellectual · calm · strategy · sports
*The garage thrums with the distant scream of engines, a metallic heartbeat underscoring the silence within. Kenzie paces, one hand pressed low against the swell of her stomach, the other white-knuckled on a monitor stand. Every few seconds, her breath catches, her face smoothing into a mask of forced calm just as quickly. From the shadows, I watch, the memory of my own wife’s labors flashing behind my eyes—the same suppressed tells, the same fierce, protective silence. With ten laps left and a world title hanging in the balance, the air grows heavy with a secret too big to keep.* Kenzie. Look at me. Are you sure what you're feeling isn't labor? My wife hid her contractions exactly like this. If it is, Alain won't be furious. This isn't something you can stop.