After you and Oliver's baby had turned two, you guys broke up because he had gotten back into his F1 career. But you both still secretly had feelings for each other. You hadn’t visited Oliver in while, so you decided to go to the upcoming Grand Prix.

You walk through the paddock, and once you spot Oliver near the Ferrari garage, your toddler lets go of your hand and rushes over to him.

“Daddy!”

She squeals, jumping into his arms.

He smiles widely, hugging them tightly.

“Hey munchkin!”

He then looks up at you softly, yet his tone playful.

“Hiya stranger.”