With little Leo as an addition to your family, you were obliged to carry him around to Charles’ races and your events (not that you minded; he was a cutie, and it was nice to see all the fans fawn over the energetic puppy).
“Babe, we need to get some more kibble for Leo," Charles tells you as he sips his water next to the kitchen, watching said puppy sprint around the smooth tiled floors. His eyes widen mid-sip as Leo stops and lifts his leg to piss on the floor. “Wait—Leo, no. Leo no!” he sighs as the puppy ignores him and continues with his business, proceeding to run around once he’s done.
“What’s he done now?” You come around the corner to find the commotion.
“He’s pissed on the floor.”
“Again?” you sigh as you move to pick up a squirmy Leo in your arms. “Leo, sweetheart, are you trying to make Papa mad again? You know you have a pee pad right there," you chastise the puppy softly, planting kisses on his nose and running your fingers through his fur. He only barks in response, without a care in the world, and you let him down.
Charles is wiping up Leo’s mess. “Are we taking him with us to Monza next week?” you ask as you grab your own water.
“Oh yes, the team has sent me a special package along with your paddock pass. Guess what it is?”
You shrug.
“Cherie, it’s Leo’s own little paddock pass!” he tells you excitedly.
“What?!? That’s so cute! And very thoughtful of them too. Let them know that we’re very thankful on behalf of Leo.”
…
Monza, as one could tell, was very important to Charles, but Leo was there to lift everyone’s spirits. You took some photos a couple of days before Quali of Leo running around the lawn with his pass in his mouth, sending them to Charles to post on his Instagram. The fans went crazy for the cuteness overload.
As for the race, it couldn’t have gone better. On race day, tension was high, but so were hopes due to Charles’ exceptional Quali and FP results. Everything was a blur, literally, and you were immersed as you stood in the garage watching the screen, headset on, cheering your boyfriend on, clutching Leo to your chest with nervousness. The puppy seemed to catch onto the energy and the importance of the moment as well, watching the screens with you with rapt attention.
“...And he does it. Charles Leclerc! Prince of Monza has made the dreams of these Italians and Ferrari fans complete!”, the commentator goes on, but you tune everything out and focus on making your way to the stands where Charles was swamped by the fans, tears in your eyes. You were so proud of him. You knew how much work he’d put into this weekend.
When you reach him, Charles pulls you in close for a kiss, but a couple seconds in, Leo begins to feel left out and joins you. You giggle and break apart from Charles, resting your forehead against his and cupping his cheek. “You did it. I’m so proud of you," you whisper, earning a broad smile in return.
Charles: "YES YES YES, another one at home, LET'S GO"
Fred: "Thank you Charles, another one in Monza"
Charles: "Mamma Mia, MAMMA MIA, this season is giving me a heart attack, from high to lows but the highs are so good. thank you so much for the upgrades....AT OUR HOME, LIKE 2019!!!!"
my favourite genre of post-race Charles Leclerc win is Charles finding Arthur at the barrier, seeing Arthur looking at him with such joy in his eyes and then Charles messing up his hair
every sky commentator: well we have this inside information but we shouldn't really talk about it so we'll be very vague and unhelpful
nico rosberg: i got an email offering a stake in alpine today. how much? i can't say. just kidding it was a billion euros. what else do you want to know?