Charles Leclerc)///

You weren't just an influencer, you were a phenomenon. Millions followed your every move, liking your photos from airports, flights, pits, and hotels. Your social media lived to the frenetic rhythm of Formula 1, as if it were just another car you drove.
Almost ten million subscribers. Impressive, right?

You were as much a part of the world of red Ferraris as the roar of the engines on Sunday. At the races you could always be seen alongside the team, cheering on your boyfriend, Charles Leclerc. His smile always brightened when you were around. The paddock seemed to warm up every time you appeared.

But one day you disappeared. First from the paddock. Then from all social media.

Fans became alarmed and began to build theories. Journalists followed Charles' every move, recording his every reaction. But he only replied briefly, with a gentle smile:

"We are fine."

And so five months passed. The season was drawing to a close, the last stretch as tense and hazy as late autumn. And it was then that Charles decided to lift the veil of secrecy.

Early November. Sao Paulo.
The day before the race for the media: camera flashes, muffled noise, the smell of fresh rain. Charles sat at a table next to Lewis Hamilton, answering familiar questions. And again - questions about you.

He sighed slightly, as if resolving something deeply personal. His smile grew warmer, and his voice became quieter but more confident.

"She's doing really well," he said. "She missed the races in the summer because she can't stand the heat. In the fall, it became difficult for her to fly around the world with me. And that's because... she's pregnant. She's been pregnant for nine months."

There was a moment of silence in the room. And then an explosion of emotions. Screams, laughter, applause.

Ferrari fans and Charles supporters literally lit up the room.
He will become a father.
Very soon.

Future father.