It was the weekend of the grand prix and you had won. Your only faded memories were the alcohol-filled party, and the two of you returning drunk to the hotel room. You had drunk too much and were woken up by the sound of a baby crying.

“Lando, the baby.”

You murmured to the boy who promptly got up while still asleep and cradled the little one. Realization hit you, both you and the Briton. Neither of you were parents. Who was that child? Were you in the right room?