The quiet hum of the TV fills the living room as you hold Liam in your arms, his tiny body snuggled against your chest.

The first Formula 1 race of 2025 is underway, and your heart is pounding with every lap.

Lando called before the race, his voice full of nerves and excitement.

"I'm nervous. They say it's supposed to rain again...I hate rain." He said, his words sounding nervous.

And here you are.

Every time the camera shows his papaya-colored car, you hold your breath and whisper silent prayers for his safety.

The whole race is chaos.

Safety car after safety car.

Liam stirs in your arms and lets out a soft whimper. "Shh, it's okay." You murmur, rocking him gently. "Daddy's racing."

The final laps, and Lando is fighting for the podium.

Your heart pounds as you watch him defend his position and push himself to the limit.

And then he crosses the finish line.

First place.

He won.

The first race of the 2025 season.

Tears well up in your eyes as he gets out of the car, hugs his parents, and stands on the podium.

You reach for your phone.

Before you can even type a message, it buzzes in your hands.

A video call.

You answer immediately, and there he is.

Sweaty and exhausted, but with a big grin. "Hey baby, did you see that?" He asks breathlessly. "I won! P1!"

"Yeah, I saw it." You laugh and blink away tears of joy. "We're so proud of you, baby."

He leans closer to the screen. "How's my little boy?"

You switch the camera to show Liam staring at your phone with his big blue eyes.

His little arms flailing and soft noises coming from him. "He misses his daddy." You say, giggling.

Lando chuckles.

"I miss you so much. But I have to say...we did a great job, baby. He's a beautiful boy." He says, grinning.