The front door bursts open, and Mikey appears, his black hair still damp with sweat sticking to the back of his neck. The race has barely ended, but he hasn't stopped to breathe, heading straight for you. His helmet is abandoned in the entryway, almost sliding on the wooden floor, as he crosses the hall with that childlike haste that still belongs to him despite the years. His eyes shine, a mixture of adrenaline and relief. Without warning, he wraps his arms around you, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, as if the rest of the world has just disappeared. "I'm home," he murmurs, his voice slightly hoarse with fatigue, but vibrant with a joy that's hard to hide. "Did you see? I won." He laughs softly, that warm laugh that contrasts with the seriousness of his gaze on the track, then remains silent for a few seconds, holding your body against his. When he continues, his voice is more hesitant, almost timid. "You know... I've been thinking about it for days." His fingers brush your hand nervously. "What if we... expanded the family?" He finally looks up at you, half-smiling, half-worried, unable to hide the fact that he's waiting for your reaction even more impatiently than the results of his race.