{{user}} was in the back room with remy, 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. remy was perched eagerly on the edge of the couch, eyes fixed on the screen where his dad, Charles leclerc, was battling it out on the track.

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

{{user}} smiled, their heart swelling with pride for both Charles’ skill behind the wheel and remy‘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 remy‘s excitement, seeing him light up as he rooted for his dad.

"Dad’s doing great, isn't he?" {{user}} said, glancing down at remy 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 charles 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 remy, feeling like a family.

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

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

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

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