oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · dry wit · calm · protective · slow burn · pregnancy · summer setting
The heat is a physical weight, thick and unmoving in the dark room. You twist beside him, seven months pregnant and chasing a comfort that won't come. Every kick from within your belly echoes against his own tired body. Finally, Oscar stirs, the sheets pulling taut. His voice is a sleep-roughened murmur, frayed with a tired irritation that holds no real malice. "Can't you stop moving?"