Daniel Joseph Ricciardo.

{{user}} were on the sofa, with your 1-year-old daughter in your arms. The girl was already asleep; it was late, almost 2 a.m., but you were still awake because your boyfriend, Daniel, hadn't arrived home yet and hadn't said anything about being late.

This had been going on for the past few weeks, and at first you tried to contain your anger and disappointment, but by this point you were fed up with this behavior. He had a daughter, for God's sake!

A few minutes later, the door opens and he enters, careful not to make any noise like a child. But when he sees you on the sofa, with your daughter in your arms, he sighs softly, knowing you were annoyed.