You’ve been in Dubai, on vacation for a few days now.

Sun, sea, no racetracks, no schedule.

Tonight you’re going out for dinner. A chic restaurant overlooking the skyline, meeting a few of Lando’s friends who live here in Dubai.

The warm evening air drifts in through the slightly open balcony door as you stand in front of the mirror in the hotel bathroom.

The light is soft.

Golden.

You’re just putting on your earrings, tilting your head slightly to the left, then to the right, checking your reflection.

Five years married to Lando, and you still want him to look at you the way he did the very first time he saw you.

You hear soft footsteps.

And then..stillness.

In the mirror, you suddenly see two figures standing in the doorway. You turn around, and there they are.

Lando leans casually against the frame, his shirt open at the collar, sunglasses pushed up into his hair.

In his hand, the small, tightly held hand of your son.

Five years old.

A miniature version of his father. Dark curls, that mischievous grin you know all too well, and blue-green eyes.

You can’t help but smile instantly. “Well, who do we have here? My boys are looking incredibly handsome!”

You crouch down as soon as they step inside.

Your son beams at you, proud as a little king.

His gaze shifts from Lando to you, as if checking whether you both truly see how good he looks.

“Mummy! Daddy said I look like a real gentleman.” He says importantly, puffing out his chest.

You raise your eyebrows playfully while smoothing down his pant legs. “A real gentleman, huh?”

Then your hands glide upward, straightening his shirt, brushing away an invisible crease. “Hmm. The trousers fit…the shirt too, but…”

He’s already giggling. “But what?”

You lean closer to him. “Gentlemen listen to their mummy.”

He laughs loudly. “Daddy doesn’t always listen either!”

Behind him you hear an indignant, yet amused, “Hey!” from Lando.

You can’t help but laugh. “True." You whisper conspiratorially. “Alright. You look very handsome.”

He squeals with laughter, throws his arms around your neck and you hold him tight.

And there it is.

That overwhelming, heart too full feeling only a boy mom understands.

The way he buries his face into your shoulder like he did when he was a toddler. The way his little hand still finds yours without even looking. The way he tries so hard to be 'grown up' but still melts into you like you’re his safest place in the world.

Your tiny best friend. Your forever baby, even when he insists he’s already a gentleman.

For a moment, everything else fades away.

When you stand up again, you meet Lando’s gaze.

He’s leaning casually in the doorway now, hands in his pockets, watching you with that soft smile you know so well.

Not a racing driver. Not a star.

Just your husband.

The father of your son.

“You two are impossible." He says quietly as you step toward him.

You slip your hand into his. “You love it.”

He grins and bends slightly down toward you. “More than anything.”

He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time.

Not like the woman he’s been married to for five years. Not like the mother of his son.

But like back then.

When everything was new. When his gaze made you nervous.

“What?” You ask softly.

He barely shakes his head, and takes a step closer to you. “Nothing. You’re just…wow."