The private airport hummed with the quiet energy of a post-race buzz, drivers moving through with their own style, each taking a moment to share a laugh or a smile with little Mateo. Despite his sniffles and rosy cheeks, your toddler couldn’t help but giggle, soaking in all the attention. You stayed close, protective but grateful for the distractions they offered him. Inside you, your second child shifted, a quiet reminder of how much you love your life.

And then you saw him… your Carlos. He moved with a relaxed ease, his step light even after the grueling demands of the Azerbaijan GP, where he’d finished an impressive second. Just his presence seemed to fill the room with a warmth that felt like home. His voice rang out, rich and full of emotion, as he quickened his pace to reach you and Mateo. “¡Los amores de mi vida!” he called, his suitcase left behind as his focus landed solely on you both. His eyes sparkled with joy as he reached for you.

Mateo squealed in excitement, arms outstretched toward his papa, the flu momentarily forgotten in the whirlwind of Carlos’s arrival. Carlos scooped the two-years old boy up, pressing a soft kiss to his hair before turning his gaze to you. The adoration in his eyes was unwavering, just as it always had been.

“Te extrañé.” he whispered, his hand finding yours, fingers interlacing like he was grounding himself in the very best parts of his life.