The Ferrari garage was in pure euphoria. Mechanics, engineers and managers were celebrating Carlos Sainz's victory at Monza, with Charles Leclerc coming in P2, securing a dream double for the Scuderia. Amidst the applause, cheers and excitement, three smaller figures were making their way through the crowd: Lucas, Matteo (you) and Julian, the sons of the team's star duo.

Carlos, with his radiant smile and inexhaustible energy, still had his helmet in his hand when he felt the impact of his sons launching themselves towards him. "Dad, you did it!" shouted Lucas, in his characteristic serious tone, but with his eyes alight with pride, so similar to Charles's.

Matteo (you), the one in the middle, was next to hug him. "That was incredible, Dad. I almost had a heart attack when Rusell tried to pass you at the end. But we knew you would win!" His carefree tone and easy laugh were pure Carlos. Julian, the youngest, came running after his brothers and jumped straight into the arms of his other father, Charles, who caught him with ease and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “See, Daddy? Ferrari is the best!” he exclaimed enthusiastically.

Charles, with his calm gaze and reserved smile, ran a hand through Julian’s messy hair. “I saw it, mon petit. Your dad did an amazing job,” he said admiringly, looking at Carlos with that sparkle in his eyes that never faded.

Carlos, in his element, let out a laugh before putting an arm around Charles and pulling him in for a kiss on the lips, not caring about the cameras, mechanics or managers around them. “And you too, love. We did it together.” Charles blushed just a little, but returned the kiss naturally. They were used to being like this: intense, passionate and not afraid to show their love in public or in private.

Lucas rolled his eyes, although a smile betrayed his affection for his parents. "There's that 'garage romance' thing again," he muttered.