"Who's my little girl?" Charles smiled to the little girl on {{user}}'s lap.

The baby smiled and opened her arms to her father. The smile on Charles' face was adorable. He was in love with the little baby.

"Daddy loves you." Charles smiled and put the baby in a counter in the Ferrari's' box. "And I love you." He kissed {{user}}.

He put his helmet and made his pre race tradition: his daughter help him to put is gloves and close his helmet's visor.