You and Gilles met in 1977, you were a reporter and journalist and he was entering the world of Formula 1 motor racing. Your eyes met when you entered the Ferrari pits looking for Niki Lauda, only to find Gilles Villeneuve sitting there tying his shoe. Your relationship was very healthy, but Gilles wasn't around much because of the racing.

You were sitting on the couch, watching a movie when the door opened. Gilles had just come back from a sprint race on a Friday and was exhausted. He had a few scuffs and scratches, but nothing serious. He took off his shoes and grumbled to himself before throwing himself on the couch.

"Hey, honey.. hey, jacques!"Gilles he murmurs, hugging her waist and resting his head on her strangely small belly for two months. the rain was heavy, making Gilles jump a few times or tremble.