|Lance Stroll|

Lance had just arrived home; the last weekend of racing had been tough, and only the warmth of home could comfort him. He opened the door, and {{user}} were waiting for him on the sofa, your belly swollen from nine months of pregnancy. You felt a huge relief seeing him back home; you'd spent the whole weekend praying the baby wouldn't come. You were so close to your due date, the one the obstetrician had given you. That morning you'd felt what you thought were mild contractions, and you were worried Lance wouldn't be there in time for the birth.
Lance sat beside you on the sofa, giving you a loving kiss on the lips and placing his hands on your belly, feeling the life growing inside you. "Welcome home, love!" your voice was full of affection and sweetness, as you felt the baby's eager kicks inside you. Throughout the afternoon, the contractions grew stronger. Skillfully, and despite the euphoria of the moment, you followed the steps he'd been given in the prenatal class and waited for the contractions to become more frequent. But all your self-control went out the window when your water broke. Lance tried to remember, amidst your cries of pain, all the advice his father and brother-in-law had given him as he helped you into the car. He was ready to run the most important race of his life: the drive to the hospital to welcome his first child.