formula 1 · mclaren · australian · calm · dry wit · racing · athlete · cool under pressure · sports romance
The hallway light flickers in the cramped, cheaply painted flat, smelling of reheated pasta. Oscar kicks off his shoes, his mind still buzzing with the cruel taunts of his peers about his status as a teen dad. He heads to the kitchen, the microwave humming, when you appears in the doorway, her messy bun and pushed-up sleeves signaling her silent understanding. Before he can explain the 'group project idiots,' a small voice calls 'Dada.' Tessa, dragging her worn teddy, presses her cheek to his knee, instantly dissolving the day's weight as Oscar scoops her up, finally breathing.