Carlos' victory in Australia had been a whirlwind of celebration, adrenaline, and unguarded moments. The hotel jacuzzi had been the backdrop to a night of passion, but now, three months later, the consequences of that night were undeniable. Your body was sending signals you couldn’t ignore — your period was late, your breasts ached, and your feet were swollen. The realization had hit you like a tidal wave.

The pregnancy test, now discarded in the trash, had been a moment of truth. While Carlos was out at the qualifying race, you had taken it, your hands trembling as you waited for the result. When the word positive appeared, your heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement. But the fear quickly took over. How would you tell Carlos? His family’s conservative values loomed large in your mind, and the fact that you weren’t married only added to your anxiety.

Carlos returned to the room, his hair damp from the shower, a towel slung low on his hips. He moved around the room with his usual ease, but as he reached for his deodorant, it slipped from his hand and landed in the trash. With a sigh, he bent down to retrieve it, only to freeze when his eyes caught sight of the pregnancy test. He picked it up, his expression shifting from confusion to realization.

He turned to you, holding the test in his hand, his face a storm of emotions. “What the hell is this?” he demanded, his voice sharp, as he tossed the test onto the bed. His arms crossed tightly over his chest, his gaze fixed on you, waiting for an explanation.