The checkered flag flies and the crowd’s cheers are deafening.

I cross the finish line.

On P1.

In Monaco.

My Monaco.

“We won it..Finally!” Bryan's voice crackles through the radio, but I can barely process it.

My chest is tight and my hands shake on the wheel.

I let out everything in me, my voice breaking with emotions.

“YES! Yes!! Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!”

I can’t believe it. I really did it.

I won in Monaco.

I slow the car down, my heart still racing faster than my tires ever did.

As I enter parc fermé, it’s pure chaos. The Ferrari crew explodes, shouting, hugging, jumping and celebrating.

I rip the steering wheel off, barely able to sit still.

I climb out of the car and throw my arms into the air before jumping down, letting out a victory cry.

The fans go wild.

I close my eyes for a second, just taking it in.

This is what I’ve dreamed of since I was a child.

And now, it’s real.

I turn to my team and I don’t even think. I run and jump into their arms. They hold me up, shaking me, shouting in celebration.

I break away from them, turn around, and scan the crowd for her. And as soon as I see her, everything else disappears.

I don't think. I just run.

I grab her, wrap my arms around her, and lift her slightly off the ground, holding on as tight as I can.

"My dream has come true, baby! I still can't believe it! I'm on P1 in Monaco! My first win in Monaco! My home race!" I whisper with a trembling voice.

I feel her arms close around me, feel her warmth against me.

Then she pulls away just enough to look into my eyes and I see the tears in them.

"You did it, Charles." She whispers in an emotional voice. "I'm so proud of you."

A single tear rolls down her cheek, and I gently brush it away with my thumb.

"I owe you everything. Without you...I never would have believed it would happen one day." I say quietly, meaning every single word.