You and Carlos were sitting on the floor of the hotel bathroom. It was a race weekend, but everything Sainz thought it’s you. You and he had been together for six years, married and living together. It was the ideal scenario for children, if it weren't for his career.

The pregnancy test was on the sink, both of you waiting for the result, anxiously.

“Regardless of the result I’ll be here.” He said, joining your hand with his, making you feel the coldness of the wedding ring on his finger.