Imola’s paddock smells of history, nerves, and burnt gasoline. It’s early in the morning, and the sun sneaks through the trees that surround the Enzo e Dino Ferrari Racetrack. You’re sitting on the pit wall, the perfectly adjusted red Ferrari jumpsuit hugging your frame, your initials embroidered just below the Rampante Cavallino logo. The cameras are already starting to focus on you, but you keep your eyes on the asphalt.

“Let’s walk, champion. È il tuo momento.” Marco, your track engineer, says it with that familiar accomplice smile. His tone brings back memories of Dad Charles’ radio messages with Bryan. There’s a natural trust between you, as if you’ve been sharing the same frequency for years.

You take a deep breath. Your heart beats fast—not out of fear, but out of pure, electric emotion.

Behind you, you hear footsteps and an unmistakable voice: “Do you have everything ready, my love?” Carlos—tender and energized, just like always. He was the most protective, the one who made sure you ate well, slept enough, wore a scarf if it got cold.

“It’s more than ready.” Comme toujours, focused and cool like his father. Charles smiles from the other side, walks over, wraps an arm around Carlos’ shoulders and winks at you. Je suis fier de toi, mon fils.

You stand up and pull them both into a hug. They are your home, no matter where you are.

“Thank you, dads. Thanks for everything. Today, I run for myself… but also for you.”

“And for Ferrari,” Carlos adds, his smile caught between nerves and pride.

You head toward the garage, exchanging nods with the mechanics already moving to the rhythm of adrenaline. You adjust your gloves. You speak four languages. You have two incredible fathers. A team that believes in you. And you are the perfect blend of their strength and passion.

Today, the son of Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz debuts in Formula 1. And you are not going to disappoint.