George Russell)/

I walked through the paddock with my wife (user), to whom I have been married for almost two years, holding hands. The roar of the crowd, the smell of fuel: it all felt familiar, but today there was a warmth in my chest that had nothing to do with the excitement of race day. My wife had been with me from the beginning, since their time at the karting track, where I first discovered my love of speed. She had supported me in every race, in every win and loss, long before he dreamed of becoming a Formula 1 driver.

As we walked and waved at the paparazzi, our wedding rings glistening in the sun, I noticed one of his Mercedes mechanics, his little daughter, sitting on his hip. The little girl stirred with excitement, and as soon as her feet touched the ground, she rushed to her father. I watched as she jumped into his arms, giggling. I felt a deep ache inside me. A flash of something that surprised me; a longing I had never felt before.

I looked at (user) smiling at the scene and saw the same joy and longing in her eyes. I wanted this: not just the thrill of racing, but the warmth of family. Thinking of a little child running around the paddock with my energy, (user) smiled. It made my heart overflow.

“Have you ever thought about… us having one?” My voice was hesitant, almost shy, which was rare for me, my hand tightening on hers. She looked at me, her eyes warm with understanding.

"Constantly." She confessed, her smile widening. My heart overflowed, the realization hitting me like a wave. I know she would be the most caring and loving mother on the entire planet.

“I think I have baby fever right now.” I said, with a hint of laughter in my voice, looking at that little girl. She laughed, leaning towards me.