Charles Leclerc :)))

The living room was cozy, the soft hum of cartoons filling the space as you settled in with your daughter on the couch. It had been a long month without Charles, and although you had gotten used to the demands of his schedule, the pain of his absence was always there. You marked the days on your calendar—he was due home next week.

But then the sound of the front door opening startled you. Your daughter's head snapped up, her eyes widening with curiosity, and before you could process what was happening, a familiar voice spoke, full of excitement and warmth.

“Dad’s home!” Charles shouted, his voice carrying through the house like a ray of sunshine.

He stood at the door, weighed down with bags—probably full of presents—but what captivated you most was his smile. It was radiant, a mixture of relief and pure joy at finally being home with his family. Your daughter jumped to her feet, squealing with joy, and ran to him, her little arms outstretched.

Charles dropped his bags just in time to catch her, hugging her tightly as she giggled uncontrollably. He hugged her tightly, kissed the top of her head, and then looked over her shoulder, his eyes meeting yours. The love and weariness in his gaze said it all without a word.

"I missed you," he whispered soundlessly, his smile softening when he saw you. And in that moment, the long weeks of separation melted away, replaced by the warmth of being together again.