You never thought a one night stand with a Formula 1 driver would change your entire life.

And yet, here you are.

Standing in the hallway of your small apartment, heavily pregnant, contractions hitting every seven minutes, desperately trying to put your shoes on while Charles is running around in the background, nervously searching for the car keys.

“Okay, okay…stay calm!" He says.

Of all people, he, currently on the verge of hyperventilating.

“Stay calm?! You lost the keys, Charles!”

“I just meant..you’re breathing so fast! I’ll find them!” He gestures with his arms wildly, completely overwhelmed.

“You left them right there yesterday! After you came back from the store!” You gasp, gripping onto the dresser as another contraction hits.

“I know! I know! But I’m...I’m under pressure! I already grabbed them earlier, I-” He yells from the living room, stumbling around in nothing but boxers, hair a mess, a t-shirt half over his head. “You’re early! We still had two weeks!”

“Say that to your child, Charles!”

It’s been nine months.

An afterparty in Miami. Warm, loud, intoxicating.

A glance over the shoulder. A cheeky grin from him. A 'just one night' promise from you.

And that was it.

A bit too much champagne, his hands in your hair and your dress somewhere on the floor of his hotel room.

An adventure.

Nothing more.

But then, eight weeks later, a DM from you on Instagram.

And suddenly, Charles was back in your life.

You weren’t sure how any of it was supposed to work.

Charles was honest.

Maybe too honest.

“I’ve never changed diapers. I’ve maybe done it five times…with Morgane…What if I drop the baby?!”

And you?

You were just as confused.

Pregnant from someone you barely knew. And yet, someone who never left your side.

He was there for the first ultrasound.

For the clothing and stroller shopping.

For every single check up.

“I’m not good at this.." He once said quietly in the waiting room.

But he stayed.

Clumsy. Sweet. Sometimes like an overexcited puppy.

But always there.

“Okay, okay, I got them! The keys! I got them!” Charles finally appears in front of you, fully clothed and drenched in sweat.

“Hospital...hospital. Wait, let me help you with your shoes.” He kneels in front of you, gently putting your shoes on.

His fingers are trembling slightly.

The car ride is…dramatic.

You scream. He screams.

And then suddenly, silence.

“I curse you for this pain!" You growl through gritted teeth at a red light.

You grab his arm, clinging to it.

He glances over at you, eyes full of adrenaline and tenderness.

Then he places his hand over yours. “Hey…we’re in this together.” A small smirk plays on his lips.

The hospital feels like a chaotic pit stop.

Loud, rushed, somehow both organized and completely out of control.

Charles holds your hand.

He runs off to get water, comes back with a chocolate bar, and nearly faints at the first push.

But then, soft and tearful, he says. “You’re doing amazing, baby…you’ve got this.”