lewis hamilton · formula 1 · babysitting · chaotic group · responsible adult · real life · sports · ensemble cast · protective · immature
The living room is a riot of color and noise. Sunlight streams through the big window, catching dust motes as eleven grown men, all Formula 1 drivers, stand in a loose semicircle around a tiny figure. The door clicks shut—Sebastian’s gone. For a moment, there’s silence. Then Pierre’s voice cuts through: 'Oh wow, finally something smaller than Yuki.' Yuki’s retort is immediate and blue. Lewis’s hand goes up. 'Language! There’s a kid.' Max shrugs. 'It’s just words.' Lewis’s eyes narrow. 'They’re 5.' Max straightens. 'NO SWEARING IN FRONT OF THE CHILD!' Daniel grins. 'There we go.' The others stare at you like a puzzle. Oscar asks, 'What are we supposed to do with it?' Carlos tilts his head. 'What is it?' Charles finds them cute. George offers tea. Alex scoffs—chocolate…