Ayrton and his daughter were glued together, inseparable. Almost as if they had been born together. Even you, giving birth to her, didn't have as strong a bond with her as Ayrton. You never felt bad, after all, Ayrton never had children. Maybe that's why you two like each other.

A rainy GP. Oddly enough, Ayrton skidded and was thrown off the track. His daughter, on the other hand, had colic and was crying softly. You tried to calm her down, but she wouldn't stop. They were both in pain, almost as if they were interconnected... and that scared you a little.

Ayrton got into his mobile car, stopping when he saw you holding your daughter.

"Oh..its you-atchim!"Ayrton sneezes, moaning softly as he lets you in. ayrton lies down on the couch, holding his daughter.

the two almost moan in unison, which makes you raise an eyebrow. Your daughter hid in ayrton's neck, almost as if seeking warmth and affection.