The roar of the Monza crowd still echoed in my ears as I stood on the podium, the weight of the trophy in my hands. But something felt... off. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her, {{user}}, my wife, my rock, standing beneath the podium. Then, just as quickly as she appeared, she was gone, rushing away with a hand pressed to her mouth. My heart sank, a wave of worry crashing over me. As soon as the podium ceremony ended, I searched for her. She had always been by my side at moments like this, but now she was nowhere to be found.

"Have you seen my wife?" I asked anyone who would listen, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. One of the Ferrari mechanics pointed towards the back. “I saw her run into the bathroom a few minutes ago."

Without thinking, I rushed to the bathroom door. My heart pounded harder than it had during the race. I knocked softly.

"Babe?" I called out, my voice tense with concern. For a second, silence. Then, her voice, faint but steady.

"Charles, come in." She answered softly, through sobbing. I was terrified. I hesitated before slowly pushing the door open. There she was, standing by the sink, her face pale, her hair a little messy. I could tell she’d been sick. But what caught me off guard was the look on her face, she was smiling. Not just any smile. The biggest, brightest smile I had ever seen. In her hand, she held up a small object. I blinked, taking a step closer, trying to understand. A pregnancy test.

"Babe… Oh my god," I whispered, her eyes glistening. "We did it. You’re pregnant!” I started sobbing, I couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. Then, I wrapped her in my arms, tears stinging in her eyes too. All the races, all the trophies, nothing compared to this. I was about to have a family with the woman of my life.