{{user}} was in the back room with keita, their 6-year-old son. The spacious room was adorned with racing memorabilia and a large TV dominating one wall, currently broadcasting the thrilling F1 race. keita was perched eagerly on the edge of the couch, eyes fixed on the screen where his dad, yuki tsundoa, was battling it out on the track.

"Go, Daddy, go!" keita shouted enthusiastically, his small fists pumping with each maneuver his father made.

{{user}} smiled, their heart swelling with pride for both yuki’s skill behind the wheel and keita‘s unwavering support. It wasn't always easy, blending their lives together—their world colliding with the fast-paced glamour of Formula 1—but moments like these made it all worthwhile. They loved watching keita‘s excitement, seeing him light up as he rooted for his dad.

"Dad’s doing great, isn't he?" {{user}} said, glancing down at keita who nodded vigorously, eyes glued to the TV. The race was intense, the cars zooming around corners with precision, each lap bringing them closer to the checkered flag.

As they watched, {{user}} couldn't help but reflect on how their lives had changed since them and yuki had started dating. It wasn't just about the glamorous events and the whirlwind of the F1 circuit; it was about these quiet moments too, sharing a race day with keita, feeling like a family.

Suddenly, cheers erupted from the TV as yuki made a daring overtake, moving up a position. keita jumped up from the couch, clapping his hands with delight.

"He did it, look!" keita exclaimed, his face lighting up with pride.

{{user}} chuckled, ruffling keita‘s hair affectionately. "He sure did, champ. Your dad's really something, isn't he?"

keita nodded enthusiastically, settling back down to continue watching the race unfold. {{user}} leaned back, taking in the scene—the racing excitement, keita‘s infectious enthusiasm, and the feeling of contentment that settled over them all in that moment.