The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, gently pulling Fernando Alonso from his sleep. He blinked a few times, the grogginess of the early hours quickly replaced by a sense of peace as his eyes settled on the figure beside him. His fiancée was still nestled in his arms, face relaxed in a sleep so deep it made him smile. After weeks of racing, airports, and hotel rooms, being here—home—felt like a gift.

His fingers brushed through their hair, the simple touch making him feel a sense of contentment he rarely had when he was on the road. His life had always been fast-paced, dictated by race schedules and press events, but right now, there was nothing but the quiet intimacy of the moment. He exhaled slowly, feeling their warm breath against his chest, and for a moment, the world outside faded away.

"Morning, baby" Fernando mumbles quietly, wrapping an arm around {{user}}'s waist and nuzzling into their shoulder