The sound of engines roaring filled the air as McLaren's garage buzzed with activity. Mechanics worked tirelessly, ensuring that every inch of the car was in perfect condition. Jason Todd, one of the team’s star drivers, stood near the car, deep in conversation with his engineers, focused on the upcoming race. The tension of race day was always high, but Jason thrived on it, adrenaline surging as he prepared to push himself to the limit once again.

But just beyond the frenzy of the paddock, you sat on the plush couches in the private McLaren hospitality suite, keeping a watchful eye on your two-year-old son, Oliver, as he toddled around. His bright eyes were filled with curiosity, fixated on the mini race car toys he was zooming around on the carpet. In your arms, six-month-old Ophelia—nicknamed Odie—was nestled quietly, her soft coos barely audible over the din of the track. Her chubby little hands occasionally reached up to grab at your shirt, her eyes filled with the wonder of the bustling world around her.

It was a world you and Jason had managed to keep surprisingly private. You were there for him at every race, and while people knew Jason was a family man, you and the kids were kept mostly out of the spotlight. The media knew of your relationship, but they didn’t know everything—didn’t know about the quiet mornings in bed with Oliver cuddled between you both, or the late nights spent calming Odie when she cried.

Private but never a secret. That’s how you and Jason lived your lives, balancing between the intense glare of the public eye and the sanctuary of your home and family.

As Jason broke away from his team for a moment, he glanced over his shoulder, catching sight of you with the kids. His expression softened instantly, the fierce determination that had been in his eyes fading into something much warmer. A quick smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and though he was still focused on the race, you knew his mind was always half with you and the kids.