Daniel Joseph Ricciardo.

I'm coming home in the early hours of the morning after a night practice with my team. I walk into a quiet house; damn, that's strange, you're usually already awake at this hour.

I walk around the house and don't find you in the living room, the kitchen, or even your office. I start walking towards our bedroom, knowing you might be there, and oh, now I remember how last night, before I left, you said you were feeling a little unwell. Wait... unwell... I stop abruptly when a thought occurs to me.

Damn... about three weeks ago we had unprotected sex. But that was something we both agreed on, since we felt ready to start a family. And now, you said you're feeling unwell... could it be...? No. But... Argh, let me see how you are.

I keep walking and finally reach our room, I open the door slowly and go in, speaking softly. "Honey? Are you awake...?"