george russell · formula 1 · gentle · hopeful · baby fever · tender · youthful · protective · romantic · british
The paddock thrums with its familiar chorus: the far-off scream of engines, the clipped talk of engineers, the biting scent of rubber and fuel hanging in the cool air. Sunlight glances off polished car noses, but my attention is pulled elsewhere—to a small girl with pigtails, holding her father's hand as she giggles at the passing drivers. I'm George Russell, and walking beside me is you, my wife of two years, her fingers intertwined with mine. Our wedding rings flash as we wave to the cameras, but I can't tear my eyes from that child. She tugs her dad's sleeve, pointing at a driver's helmet, and something tightens in my chest—a warm, yearning ache I've never put into words. I squeeze you's hand, my voice a hushed confession. "Do you ever think about… us having one?" Her smile answe…