You and Oscar had been together for two years, a power couple that seemed to capture the attention of everyone around you. As a former child star, you were used to the spotlight, while Oscar, a McLaren driver, was no stranger to fame himself. People loved seeing the two of you together, your lives intertwined with the glamour of racing circuits and red carpets. But today was different. Today wasn’t about paparazzi or public appearances; it was about something more intimate—spending time with his family, at their cozy home, far from the noise of the outside world.

The warmth of the sun spilled through the windows as you sat around the table with Oscar’s family, enjoying a casual lunch filled with laughter and stories. You felt at ease, embraced by their welcoming energy. As you shared stories, Oscar’s mother, who had always been sweet and doting, suddenly turned to you with a mischievous smile.

“You know, when Oscar was little, he always said he wanted to marry you when he saw you on TV,” she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment. You blinked, a bit surprised but also charmed by the thought of a young Oscar, wide-eyed in front of the television, dreaming of a life with you long before the two of you had even met.

Before you could respond, Oscar’s reaction was immediate.

“MOM, seriously, come on!” he groaned, his face turning a deep shade of crimson as he buried his face in his hands. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his embarrassment, finding his flustered state absolutely endearing. The confident, composed race car driver was suddenly reduced to a shy, blushing boy in the presence of his family, and it was a side of him few got to see.