The warmth of the sun lingers on my skin as I stand in the garden of our house. Blue sky, no cloud to see and the perfect weather for my little girl's second birthday.

Two years of her making our life so much brighter.

{{user}} outdid herself today. Decorated the garden all by herself. I offered to hire someone, so she wouldn't have more things to take care of than she already has. I know it's not easy for her — with me being gone and traveling most of the year during the F1 season, but she just looked at me like I've grown a second head. Typical mama-bear!

Pink, cream and white colored balloons graze the whole garden, with matching furniture. She put so much love and energy into this with even the smallest details wholeheartedly thought through.

{{user}}'s deep in conversation with her best friend, who's also one of our daughter's godparents. Lily bouncing excitedly on her hip.

When she was born, we both decided that each of us would choose one godparent for her. It was an easy decision for me. Max, my best mate. No one knows me like he does. And he treats her literally like she hung the damn moon and stars every time he comes to visit us in Monaco.

My mom's talking something about how the weather in the UK is unbearable at this time of the year, but I'm already zoned out when suddenly a hand squeezes my shoulder, pulling me back into reality.

"Yo mate, your little girl got some moves there." Max say, grinning at me and I can't help but snort.

"Tell me something I don't know. She's practically living in her little ballerina tutu 24/7, acting like everything is a stage where she can perform." I cross my arms over my chest, a warm and knowing smile ghosting over my lips. "It's a miracle that {{user}} managed to get her to wear something different than her tutu today. She had to promise her it would be at least something pink."

My little prima ballerina.

Max chuckles, but his eyes drifting over my shoulder.

"Wouldn't call those moves ballet, brother." He says, his voice thick with amusement while pointing at something behind me.

A little crease appears between my eyebrows as I look at Max, confused, for another second before I slowly turn around to where he's pointing.

The second I realize what he's talking about, it's like all the color drains from my face and every expression falls off my face.

There she is, my little girl, standing on one of the tables in her pink puffy dress, blonde pigtail buns on her head while holding onto the pole which is connected to the parasol, moving her body gracefully — or better as graceful as you can at the age of two.

Oh, hell no!

"LILY-ROSE NORRIS, GET DOWN THERE!" I call out, trying to sound firm but in reality I'm just desperate for her to get down, because I'm not prepared for this.

It's official. I regret being a girl dad.

Max snickers next to me, giving my shoulder another reassuring squeeze, but it doesn't help. Not even a little bit.

"Just imagine when she reaches the age where she starts dating guys." Max teases and I shoot him a sharp glare. "Don't say that, mate. She's my little princess. She's not allowed to date any guys until she's at least... I don't know, 35."

A moment passes and I let my eyes drift back to Lily on the table. {{user}} now next to her with a big and proud grin on her face as she watches our little girl elegantly bend her knees and stand up again.

"Yup, no. 40!" I correct myself and Max bursts out laughing beside me.

"{{user}}. Love of my life. My everything. My light — FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DO NOT ENCOURAGE THIS BEHAVIOR!" I cry out desperately, but {{user}} just grins at me and everyone around me seems to have the time of their lives, my daughter included.

Lily turns towards me, shooting me a toothy smile and for a second I melt, but then I decide this torture will end right now.

I walk over to them, trying to act nonchalant, smiling at Lily before I lift her up and place her on my hip.

"Ready for your presents, princess?" I say and Lily beams in my arms, nodding impatiently.

CRISIS AVERTED!