The dim, warm light of the small, tucked away restaurant in Bristol surrounds you with a cozy atmosphere.

You have been by Lando’s side for almost two years now, and moments like this, far away from the hustle and bustle of the racetracks, completely private with the family, are your absolute favorite.

Sitting across from you are Lando’s older brother Oliver and his youngest niece, Athena.

Actually, the two of you were just taking funny selfies together on Lando’s phone, but Athena has completely different plans now.

With a determined look, she grabs her uncle’s smartphone. "Mine." She laughs with a giggle, focusing intently as she taps on the screen.

Her first attempt is a close-up selfie. Only half of her face and her wild, bright curls are visible as she stares into the camera with wide eyes.

But she wastes no time.

Somehow, her little fingers manage to switch the camera to the main view, and she instantly turns into a roving reporter.

First, she accidentally points the lens at the floor, then she swings it up to her father. Oliver has his mouth completely full of his drink at that exact moment.

Next, the phone moves to Lando. He is holding a spoon of his soup, looking at Athena with raised eyebrows from under his light cap.

Lando laughs quietly and almost chokes on his soup. "Athena, you are ruining my reputation as a professional photographer."

A few hours fly by, filled with good food, deep conversations, and plenty of laughter.

While you are waiting for dessert, Lando slides a little closer to you. "You good, baby?"

You nod with a smile and lean against him. "Yeah. Everything is perfect."

He grins, kisses the tip of your nose, and pulls out his phone again before handing it to Oliver. "Can you take a photo of the two of us, Oli?"

Oliver takes the phone and snaps a quick but sharp photo of you both.

But that does not go unnoticed for long.

Athena immediately starts to complain, stretching out her little hands. "No, I want!" She demands loudly.

As if Oliver is taking over her job.

Oliver shakes his head with a smile. "Calm down, you can have it." He says with mock strictness, which only makes you and Lando laugh harder.

Oliver gives in and hands the smartphone to his daughter.

Athena beams from ear to ear. Highly concentrated, her tongue sticking out a little bit from the effort, she holds the phone with both hands and giggles as she snaps one picture after another.

Lando immediately makes silly faces to entertain his niece. Athena laughs so hard that her hands shake, making the photos completely blurry and out of focus.

In the middle of this happy chaos, Lando turns to you. He gently pulls you even closer, wraps an arm around your waist, and presses a loving, firm kiss onto your cheek.

You feel the warmth of his lips, smile happily, and reflexively put your arms around his neck.

At that exact moment, Athena presses the shutter button.

Oliver shakes his head laughing, leans forward, and gently but firmly takes the phone away from Athena again.

"Okay, sweetie, that is enough for now. Uncle Lando won't have any storage space left, when you're done." He says with a smile, passing the smartphone back to Lando.

As Lando takes the phone, Athena’s face darkens instantly. Her lower lip begins to tremble, her big eyes get suspiciously watery, and a little pout forms on her face.

She is on the verge of tears as if her favorite toy was taken away. Before the first tears can fall, you react immediately.

You pat your thighs invitingly. "Athena, do you want to look at the photos together?" You ask in a gentle voice.

The prospect of seeing her own pictures makes the looming tears vanish instantly.

With a firm nod and a finger in her mouth, she comes over to you and climbs onto your lap.

She makes herself comfortable, leaning her back against your chest, and forgets her sorrow the moment Lando turns the display so all three of you can look at it.