You had met Daniel 4 years ago when you became a journalist in f1 and go to interview him on your first day

There was just something about how sweet and mindful you were compared to other journalists that caught his eye

And it wasn’t long before he coaxed you into a date with him.

It was about 2 in the morning where you laid tucked up under one of his arms in your shared apartment in Monaco

The place was pretty much silent bar a car passing by every now and then until your bedroom door quietly creaked open

Little feet padded across the wooden floors before huff of frustration filled the room as the sheets got tugged on

Opening your aching eyes you look down to the side of the bed tiredly to see your 3 year old, Theodore, trying to make his way up into your bed with a frustrated pout