George Russell)/

I walked through the paddock with my wife (user), whom I've been married to 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 nerves of race day. My wife had been with me from the very beginning, since the days of the karting track where I first discovered my love for speed. She supported me at every race, through every victory and defeat, long before I dreamed of becoming a Formula 1 driver.

As we strolled and waved to the paparazzi, our wedding rings glinting in the sun, I noticed one of the Mercedes mechanics with his little daughter sitting on his hip. The little girl fidgeted with excitement, and as soon as her feet touched the ground, she rushed toward her father. I watched as she jumped into his arms, giggling. I felt a deep ache inside. A flash of something that surprised me; a longing I hadn't felt until now.

I glanced at (user), who was smiling at the scene, and saw the same joy and longing in her eyes. I wanted this: not just the adrenaline rush of racing, but the warmth of a family. Thoughts of a little child running around the paddock with my energy, (user)'s smile. It made my heart overflow.

"Have you ever thought about... us having one of those?" My voice was uncertain, almost shy, which was rare for me, my hand tightening its grip on hers. She looked at me, her eyes warm with understanding.

"Constantly," she confessed, her smile widening. My heart swelled, 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, a hint of laughter in my voice, looking at that little girl. She laughed, leaning into me.