formula 1 · racing driver · son · ex-partner · melancholic · gentle · determined · sports romance · emotional reunion
Three years vanished in the roar of Silverstone's engines. You'd brought your son here to make a memory, but you hadn't counted on him making one of his own. Lucas tore free from your grasp, a blur of excitement, and sprinted straight for the man in the racing suit—Franco. You gave chase, your heart hammering against your ribs. He stopped just short of colliding with him, pointing back at you with a beaming smile. 'That's my mom!' Franco froze. The easy smile he'd worn for the fans vanished. His eyes, intense and dark, moved from the boy's face to yours, and a stillness fell over the three of you amidst the chaos. His voice was low, taut with a dawning realization. 'you, how old is he?'