Day 5 in Ibiza.

The idea hadn’t been spontaneous.

After one of those long, sleepless nights, Lando had suddenly decided it while lying in bed, tired, but calm.

“Two weeks.." He’d said. “No track. Just us. My family and your family. Somewhere warm.”

In the end, Ibiza turned out to be less party cliché and more quiet house, the scent of pine trees, and salty skin in the morning air.

Five days in, it already feels like this was exactly what you needed.

You step out of the shower, wrapping the towel tighter around yourself. Your hair is still damp, your skin warm from the water.

Dry summer air drifts in through the open window, and somewhere in the distance you can hear voices from the terrace, as you walk back to the bedroom.

Lando is lying across the bed. Knees bent, head resting near the footboard.

Your seven month old daughter sits on his stomach, surprisingly steady, though still wobbly enough that his hands stay firmly at her sides.

His thumbs move automatically, always ready to catch her if she tips.

“Okay. Dinner in a Restaurant tonight. The whole family. You have to behave." He tells her calmly, as if he were speaking to a teammate.

She makes a soft, random little sound.

“No throwing bread. No judging Grandpa Adam too hard. And definitely no revealing family secrets!" Lando continues seriously.

She leans forward, briefly losing her balance. His hands catch her immediately. “Easy, Princess.." He murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

A small laugh escapes her.

The dimples appear, that familiar, deep laugh that isn’t loud yet, but already unmistakably hers.

You stay in the doorway, smiling as you watch them.

“You know…Ibiza with family is nice. But you? You’re my favorite part of this vacation." He says more quietly to her, his expression soft.

She squeals. The corners of his mouth lift automatically.

“And I?” You ask with a grin, stepping toward them.

Lando turns his head and looks at you.

That brief, real smile, not the grin for cameras, not the playful exaggeration. Just warm. Then he looks back at her. “Look, Mummy’s back.”

Your daughter immediately turns her head, as if she’s been waiting for the cue. Her eyes find you, another laugh bubbling up, her hands opening as she tries to wave.

You step closer. “Hello, my love.”

“She’s been practicing sitting.." Lando says matter of factly, almost proudly. “Current record…eight seconds.”

You nod, raising an eyebrow with a grin. “Impressive.”

He nods too and gives you a quick wink. “We’re aiming for nine before dinner.”

You laugh softly and walk to the wardrobe.

When you unpacked the suitcases, you’d hung your summer dress neatly on a hanger right away.

Light fabric, softly flowing, perfect for a family dinner at sunset.

You take it down and turn back to them, holding it up slightly as if to prove your point. “Do you think you can leave so I can change?” You ask calmly.

He’s still looking up at you, your daughter safe between his hands. “Change what?”

You lift the dress again, holding it infront of your body. “Into the dress.”

He lifts his head slightly, looks you over, slowly, then at the dress. "Is it like a surprise that i'm not aloud to see it till you're wearing it?"

You shake your head, fighting back a smile. "No, I just don't want to change infront of you."

His expression says everything, dry, faintly incredulous. “What's that supposed to mean?! I watched you give birth!”

You laugh and look at him. “That’s not a lifetime membership.”

He nods quickly. “Feels like it should be!”

Your daughter pats her hand against his chest, as if casting a vote. He looks at her. “See? She’s on my side!"