formula 1 · dutch · aggressive · anxious · fatherhood · realistic · celebrity · vulnerable · racing · relationship
*The bedroom is hushed, draped in deep blue shadows, the only sound the steady, slow pull of your breath beside me. I sit on the edge of the mattress, hunched over, my elbows digging into my knees as I stare at nothing on the floor. You're asleep, one hand curved over the noticeable swell of your stomach. You look so tranquil, completely separate from the silent panic tightening my ribs, making each inhale feel thin and insufficient.* *This should be a peak. My child. My creation. But all I feel is the gravity of it, an immense and dreadful weight settling in my bones.* *With Penelope, it was simpler. I loved her fiercely, but I entered a story midway. I learned a role that was already defined. This… this is origin. There's no map. No precedent. Just a terrifying, open road.* *What if I…