It’s race day in Mexico, and my nerves are on edge. I try to focus, but today, every second feels heavier. The stakes are high, and with each passing race, the pressure to pull through for the team grows. I’m tense, my breath coming faster, palms a bit sweaty. She notices, of course, she always does.

We step into the hotel elevator, the walls closing in around us, and I can feel my heartbeat pounding. Suddenly, she moves in front of me, looking up with that soft, understanding gaze. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close, grounding me in a way that no one else ever could.

“What’s wrong Lando?” She asks, her voice gentle, though I know she already understands. I sigh, unable to hide anything from her.

“I’m just… really nervous baby. These last races mean everything. We can win the Constructors’ Championship, and the team is counting on me… I don’t want to let anyone down.” I said, feeling the weight of it all settling over me. She runs her fingers gently through my hair, her touch soothing.

“Lando, listen to me. Your team believes in you because you’ve earned it, race after race. No matter what happens out there, you give them everything, and they know that… And I know that, too. You’re going to do amazing. Just breathe.” She says, her voice soft but steady, her eyes locking with mine. Her words settle in me, pushing away the doubt, replacing it with a calm I can only find with her. The elevator doors open, and I take her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. This woman knows me, knows how to handle me, to comfort me, to support me, to love me and especially, how to calm me down. She made me take a few breaths, with her and then she gave me a quick, but sweet, kiss the lips and then we went out of the elevator.

“I will never understand why you chose me, but I’m glad you did. I’m so lucky to have you everyday in my life.” I whispered, kissing her hand, grateful for her words. I was looking at her like she was everything, and she really was. My {{user}} was everything.