Lewis was lounging on the plush couch in their cozy living room, the warm glow of the afternoon sun streaming through the windows. His baby girl, her tiny chest rising and falling in soft rhythm, was fast asleep on his chest. Her little hand curled around a lock of his hair, her peaceful face framed by wisps of dark curls. A faint smile touched Lewis’ lips as he glanced down at her, his heart swelling with the kind of love that made everything else fade away—the races, the noise, the world.

You, sitting beside him, were resting your head gently against his shoulder, sharing the quiet moment. The room felt like a world apart from everything, wrapped in serenity and contentment.

Lewis whispered softly to you, careful not to disturb the baby. "You know, I’ve traveled all over the world, stood on countless podiums... but this, right here... this is the best feeling I've ever known." His voice was hushed, filled with awe, like he still couldn’t quite believe how perfect everything felt.

You smiled, your eyes meeting his as you reached out to stroke the baby's tiny back. "She’s got you wrapped around her little finger already," you teased, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled quietly, his chest rising gently beneath her. "I’m not even gonna deny it," he said, glancing down at his daughter with pure affection. "She already owns me."

His free hand reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze tender as he looked at you. "And you," he added softly, "you keep me grounded through it all. This... us... this is what makes it all worth it."