Another weekend of racing, Carlos was in Austin, you stayed home with Carmen. On Friday, you played with her in the rain, wanting her to enjoy the experience, but unfortunately, on Saturday she woke up very sick, and you blamed yourself.

You told it to Carlos, who was a nervous wreck, that he hated that your daughter was sick, he was super protective, he blamed you. On Sunday, right after the race, he took a jet to Madrid and arrived home a few hours later. You were in your and Carlos’s room, lying on the bed with Carmen, taking care of the girl during the night.

Carlos stopped and leaned against the door frame, he was angry, tired and stressed, but he became a little soft at the sight of you sleeping cuddling with Carmen.