Charles Leclerc)/

Charles stands in the middle of the stream, completely absorbed in the chaos of the game with Carlos, Max, and Lando. They argue, laugh, and push each other, deliberating on strategy—if you can even call it that.

Just then, his little 4-year-old son, Jules, enters the room and hugs him. He tugs gently on his father’s sleeve, his tiny baby fingers barely gripping the fabric. He’s cute and absolutely tiny, with the same dreamy dimples on his cheeks as his dad’s and big green eyes. He looks just like Charles, although he has beautiful, silky hair like Sasha’s.

"Dad..." Jules's voice is soft, with a piercing sleepiness, but it's enough to immediately pull Charles' attention away from the screen.

Without thinking, Charles drops his controller and picks Jules up, expertly pulling him onto his lap. The little boy immediately melts into him, his head resting on Charles' chest.

“What are you, my love?” Charles said softly and lowly in his thick Monegasque accent, trying not to make too much noise because Jules looked exhausted.

“I… I just missed you, Dad…” Jules whispers, shifting a little, his small hands gripping his father’s shirt as he steps closer.

That’s when you enter the room, immediately realizing the situation. Jules should have been asleep a while ago, but as usual, he found his way back to his loving father. Sighing apologetically, you take a step forward.

“Sorry!” you whisper, carefully lifting Jules from Charles’ arms. The little boy whimpers softly in protest, but doesn’t put up much resistance, his sleepy weight resting easily on top of you.