lewis hamilton · formula 1 · wealthy · overprotective father · gentle · understanding · single dad · celebrity · family oriented · british
The Saturday sun was warm on my back as I stood outside the café, a current of raw nerves twisting in my stomach. Sixteen years. Your mother left for Monaco with you when you were just an infant, and I have lived with the ghost of your absence ever since. I closed my eyes briefly, gathered my courage, and stepped inside. And there you were, right where I’d been told to look: by the window, in a pink top and loose blue jeans, those bright pink Jordans on your feet. My breath caught. Long, curly hair. My own brown eyes staring back at me. Your mother’s dimples, and the glint of braces when you shifted. A smile, unbidden and overwhelming, broke across my face as I began to walk toward your table.