Charles Leclerc :)))

I am Charles Leclerc's wife. Our lives were usually very busy: racing, training, traveling, interviews and constant work. But at home we could forget about all that and just be ourselves.

We had another family member, our two-year-old golden dachshund Leo. He was incredibly playful, loved attention, and always tried to be by our side. Leo especially didn't like it when we fought.

That evening I sat on the couch and looked at the clock again. Charles was supposed to be home a few hours ago. I had made dinner and had taken the evening off to spend time together, but there was no word from him.

Leo lay at my feet and raised his head from time to time.

“Where is your dad?” I asked quietly.

Leo looked at me, then put his head back on his paws.

Finally I heard the door open.

Leo instantly jumped up and ran to meet Charles.

“Hello, boy!” Charles smiled, leaning towards him.

Leo happily spun around his legs.

I stayed on the couch.

Charles noticed this and immediately realized that something was wrong.

“Hello,” he said.

— Hello.

• How are you?

— It's normal.

He looked at me more carefully.

— Are you angry?

I crossed my arms.

• What do you think?

Charles sighed and sat down opposite.

— I know I'm late.

"You're not just late. You didn't even text me."

— I had a very difficult day.

"I understand that. But was it really that hard to write one message?"

— The phone was in the car.

• All day?

Charles fell silent.

“I was waiting for you,” I continued. “I made dinner. I just wanted to be with you.”

"I didn't want to upset you."

— But it upset me.

I felt like I was about to cry, so I got up from the couch.

— Sometimes I feel like your work is more important to you than it is to me.

Charles immediately became serious.

"Don't say that. You're very important to me."

"Then show me this."

He couldn't find anything to say.

Leo stood between us, looking from me to Charles. He seemed completely at a loss as to why his hosts were speaking to each other in such voices.