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George Russell x fem!reader

Her

Wimbledon

Mr. Russell 18+

When the time is right

Personal heater

Gentleman

Good time 18+

Home

Cool Daddy Russell

Pieces of GR63

Fate

Family

Last time in Budapest

Sweat, baby 18+

Love me like you do 18+

Pearls 18+

Speak now

Red Mercedes

Fire 18+

Punishment

Gardener 18+

Stranger - two 18+

Bloody revenge 18+

Baby blue

Orchard of love

Sunday vibes 18+

Birthday boy 18+

Ma’am 18+

sunkissed

Victory looks good on you 18+

dream come true 18+

Unplanned - one & two

Our love - one & two

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POV your f1 bf reacts to your shy cat warming up to you part 2

feat. Lewis Hamilton, Oscar Piastri, Oliver Bearman

A/N: so the first part of this was really well received, so I wrote one with the rest of the drivers that I usually write about. If anyone has a request for a driver to add to my fics pls lmk, these are just my friends’ and my favorites :)

Lewis Hamilton

- always acted like he was too cool for cat, “I’m a dog person” “dogs are better”

- Is absolutely thrilled when your cat jumps in his lap and purrs for the first time

- Still refers to himself as a “dog person” but you occasionally catch him calling himself your cat’s dad (“your dad loves you, you know that?”)

Oscar Piastri

- Starts claiming that he and your cat have an emotional bond after the first time your cat rubs against his legs

- starts meowing, first to your cat, but then he starts doing it all the time

- Decorates a box like a racecar and does a photo shoot with your cat as a mini f1 driver

Oliver Bearman

- hides treats in his pockets to try to get your cat to like him

- Greets the cat before you when he gets home

- His PR team starts getting frustrated because he refuses to talk about anything but your cat in interviews “Oliver, the people don’t care about y/n’s cat” “yeah, but they should”

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As per my last post I felt like I had to publish my manifesto on who is what animal in my head

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max congratulating nico h!

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how the grid shows love — acts of service version

Lando Norris – washes your favorite hoodie and leaves it on your pillow – plugs your phone in every night without saying a word – buys your period products “just in case” and stocks the bathroom like it’s a shrine – "I didn’t know what snacks you’d want so I got one of everything.” – gets real quiet when you’re overwhelmed, and just starts doing stuff around the house so you can rest – “it’s no big deal. you’d do it for me.”

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Oscar Piastri – the king of tiny, meaningful routines – makes your coffee exactly the way you like it. Every. Single. Morning. – adjusts your car seat before you get in – notices when you’re cold and quietly sets a hoodie on your lap – answers your emails if you’re stressed. like, literally types them out for you – “you didn’t ask, but I figured it would help.”

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Charles Leclerc – he can’t cook to save his life but he’ll clean everything for you – does the dishes while humming your favorite song – packs your bag if you have to travel: always includes your charger and a note – “I didn’t know if you needed help, but I wanted to anyway.” – reorganizes your closet by color because he saw it on pinterest – makes your bed every day and fluffs the pillows like it’s an art

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Lewis Hamilton – plans your wellness like a pro – books your therapy appointment, sets up a diffuser, leaves fresh flowers with a note – “Don’t forget to rest today. You deserve it.” – builds you a playlist when you’re going through it – if you’re sick, you’ll wake up to teas, soups, vitamins, and a hot water bottle already there – treats acts of service like sacred care – “loving you means protecting your energy, too.”

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Carlos Sainz – this man lives for doing things for you – oils your scalp. carries your bags. opens every door. – sees you struggling with something and it’s DONE within minutes – “you are not lifting that. give it to me.” – teaches you how to do stuff but still does it for you because he likes taking care of you – sneaks out early to fill your gas tank – always keeps water and your favorite gum in the car because he remembers everything

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Max Verstappen – very quiet acts. barely says anything, just does it – you mention you’re tired of your broken closet door? it’s fixed the next day – changes your tires without being asked – “I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.” – lets you sleep in and does all the housework while blasting music and feeding the pets – no fuss, no show — just pure, consistent devotion

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Daniel Ricciardo – makes you breakfast with silly little heart-shaped pancakes – decorates your work desk with random things that make you smile – sings while doing your laundry. tells your shampoo “you’re lucky to touch her hair” – writes dumb love notes and puts them in your sock drawer – full of chaotic energy but so intentional: “You were overwhelmed, so I did the boring stuff. You owe me cuddles.” – will do anything to make you laugh AND make your day easier

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Lance Stroll – acts of service are quiet love with him – folds your sweaters neatly – updates your calendar for you when you’re too tired – cleans your jewelry, resets your alarms, zips your dress slowly like he’s painting a masterpiece – doesn’t always say how much he loves you but he shows it in every action – “You don’t have to ask, sweetheart. I already knew.”

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Gabriel Bortoleto – techy acts of service king – updates your apps, fixes your laptop, organizes your desktop folders for fun – orders food when you forget to eat – starts calling places for you when you’re too anxious to deal – leaves you little lists like: “Water. Sunscreen. Breathe. (Love you.)” – makes your life feel ten times lighter without making it a thing

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Franco Colapinto – builds your IKEA furniture. with NO instructions. – wraps your gifts better than anyone – remembers tiny things you said once and surprises you with them – helps your parents without being asked – if you’re working late, he brings you snacks and kisses your forehead “Don’t forget you’re human, mi amor. Take five.”

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U.S. Driver’s Ed Test | Stop Signs

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pls alex albon fic next🙏🤞parang awa mo na teh

──★ ｡🫧⋆｡˚ The Backup Plan

Alex Albon x Fem!Reader

୨ৎ Summary: You’ve had a long-standing pact with Alex: If you’re both still single by 30, you’ll marry each other...You’re engaged to someone else now… until Alex drunkenly posts the pact on Twitter. It blows up—and fans vote that you should dump your fiancé.

୨ৎ Genre: Slight angst?, a little smau and a happy ending or nah? read to find out ;)

୨ৎ Note: Send request y'all, also hope you like this! has some grammatical error and stuffs

ARCHIVES ⭑.ᐟ

They were sitting on the roof of his apartment, legs dangling over the edge, two beers between them and an entire city below. It was 2:08 AM, the kind of hour that made everything feel quieter, closer, truer.

You were both twenty-one. Young enough to believe in forever, dumb enough to talk about it like it was something you could schedule.

“I’m never gonna find someone,” Alex said, head tilted back to look at the stars. “They either want the driver or the version of me they think lives on yachts.”

You snorted. “Yeah, god forbid someone loves you for your sparkling sarcasm and sleep deprivation.”

He smiled, soft and sideways. The kind he only gave you. “You’re not exactly thriving in the romance department either.”

You leaned back on your elbows, the breeze catching your hair. “I’m holding out for a golden retriever in a human man’s body. Loyal, dumb, likes snacks.”

“That’s literally me,” he said, deadpan.

You turned to him, smirking. “You’re not dumb.”

He blinked. “That’s what you took from that?”

You were quiet for a moment, the laughter settling into something gentler.

And then you said it—half a joke, half a wish:

“Okay, if we’re both still single at thirty, we get married.”

Alex didn’t laugh. He didn’t even hesitate. He looked at you with that warm, steady certainty that always threw you off.

“Deal,” he said, holding out his pinky.

You looped yours with his.

“We’ll probably forget we even said this.”

But deep down, you knew you wouldn’t.

Neither of you ever did.

...

Years slipped through your fingers like sand—quiet, unnoticed, until they weren’t. Now, at twenty-eight, you and Alex were two almost-strangers orbiting around what used to be everything. Birthdays, wins, late-night calls—once sacred little rituals—were now reduced to muted texts and empty-hearted “miss you’s.”

The milestones still came. But they came alone.

The big 3-0 was creeping up now—no longer a distant joke or a silly pact sealed on a rooftop, but a deadline that loomed like a memory you hadn’t made peace with. It sat in the corners of your thoughts, like dust you kept forgetting to clean.

Only this time, something was different.

You were engaged.

To someone steady. Kind. Good. To someone who wasn’t him.

And for the first time since that night on the roof, the deal—the pinky promise you once held like a lifeline—felt like something you had quietly buried in the past. Not because you forgot.

But because remembering it hurt.

...

The proposal had been perfect.

A quiet dinner. Your favorite restaurant. Warm lights, soft music, a ring that sparkled in just the right way. He’d gotten down on one knee and asked, and you’d said yes with a smile that felt real.

It was real. But it wasn’t whole.

Because the first person you wanted to tell—the one person who would’ve rolled his eyes and said “finally, someone’s dumb enough to marry you”—wasn’t there. Not in your inbox. Not in your messages. Not even in your life the way he used to be.

You sent him a picture of the ring anyway.

No caption. Just that. He didn’t reply.

And maybe that should’ve been enough for you to let it go. To finally move forward with both feet planted where they should be.

...

username NOT ALEX ALBON SOFT LAUNCHING HIS HEARTBREAK AT 3AM 😭😭😭

username whoever that girl is… break up with your fiancé. it’s for the grid. for the sport. for the legacy 🏁💍🚩

username no bc if alex tweeted this about ME i would be at his door in a wedding dress IMMEDIATELY 👰‍♀️💅

username the way this man just said “i’m emotionally unavailable but loyal” in one tweet 🥲

username imagine being engaged and the ENTIRE F1 fandom is telling you to go back to alex albon. i would simply fold.

username this tweet has more chemistry than most paddock couples. i fear this ship is sailing with or without her 😭🚢

username alex albon said “what if i caused emotional damage AND chaos in 140 characters” and honestly? he succeeded ✨

username “they forget” — YOU KNOW SHE DIDN’T FORGET BRO 😭 this is pain. i’m feeling it in my chest.

...

Two months later—on a regular Tuesday, when the sky was gray and your phone was face-down—he tweeted it.

Your eyes widened instantly as you red between his tweet— Your breath caught without permission.

And that feeling—the one you'd spent months, maybe years, trying to bury—rose fast and vicious in your chest. That familiar tightness. That ache between your ribs. The one that only ever belonged to him.

Confusion hit first. Then came the anger.

What was he thinking? why now? why publicly?

And then came the other realization.

Why do i care so much?

Because everything was different now. You had a ring on your finger. A man who loved you. A wedding date marked in ink.

You were getting married.

Just not to the boy who once pinky-promised you forever at 2:08 a.m.

And that’s the problem.

...

You didn’t hear him come in.

You were still sitting on the couch, phone limp in your hand, the tweet burned into your retinas like some kind of confession you hadn’t meant to write—but somehow belonged to you anyway.

“Y/N?”

Your head snapped up. He was standing in the doorway, coat still on, holding a takeout bag and a look that made your stomach twist.

You swallowed. “Hey. You’re back early.”

He didn’t answer at first. Just walked in slowly, set the food on the counter, and stared at you in that quiet way he always did when he was thinking too hard and trying too hard not to show it.

“You’re trending,” he said.

Just like that.

You opened your mouth, but there was nothing ready to come out. Not an excuse. Not an explanation. Nothing that could make this better.

He sat across from you. No anger. No raised voice. Just… restraint.

“That tweet,” he said softly. “The one about the marriage pact.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. “It’s nothing.”

He let out a breath. It wasn’t a laugh. It wasn’t a scoff. It was disappointment, paper-thin and sharp.

“Do you love him?”

Your heart stuttered.

“No,” you said too quickly. “I mean—not like that. Not now. I don’t—”

“But you did.”

Silence.

He nodded, slow and defeated, like the answer had already been written in every pause, every time you’d flinched at Alex’s name, every time you smiled too softly at an old memory.

“I know I’m not him,” he added, barely above a whisper.

And the worst part was—you didn’t even know if that was meant to comfort you or remind you.

“I’m trying, Y/N,” he said. “I’ve been trying. But I feel like I’m holding a place someone else still owns.”

The room felt small. The air too still.

“I chose you,” you whispered. “I said yes.”

“But have you let him go?”

And that was the question, wasn’t it?

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CARLOS SAINZ X YOUNGER!READER HEADCANONS

– Calls you “niña” or “baby” all the time, especially when you’re being dramatic or trying to act tough.

“Relax, niña, I’ve got you.”

“Don’t look at me like that, baby. I’ll kiss you right here.”

– He loves seeing you passionate about things — even silly stuff. Like if you get all fired up about a reality show or your favorite lip gloss being discontinued?? He’s just sitting there, chin in hand, fully entertained and obsessed.

– Absolutely shows you off. On his arm. On the yacht. In his hoodie. Everywhere.

“Sí, she’s younger. She’s also smarter than half this paddock, and hotter than all of it.”

– Protective af. If someone flirts with you or makes a dumb comment about the age difference, he doesn’t even raise his voice. Just gives that look. The deadly calm Sainz stare.

(Bonus: later, he’s behind you whispering “mine. only mine.” into your neck.)

– Takes care of you in little ways: puts your jacket over your shoulders, orders your food without asking, gives you his credit card at Sephora and says “don’t be shy.”

– But he also loves when you challenge him. Like you try to tease him back and he just laughs, pulls you into his lap and says,

“Dios mío, you’re trouble.”

– He spoils you. Not just with gifts — but attention. He listens. Remembers what you say. Shows up to your little events even if he has to fly out the next morning.

– Age gap moments???

– You make fun of his music taste constantly.

– He makes fun of you for not knowing random 2000s slang.

– You both get irrationally competitive over Mario Kart.

– He refuses to let you carry your suitcase. Always.

– He calls you his girl like it’s sacred.

“Where’s my girl?”

“My girl’s had a long day, let me take care of her.”

– And when you get insecure — when you wonder if he ever wishes he was with someone older — he shuts it down IMMEDIATELY.

“You think I’d look at anyone else when I’ve got the sun in my arms?”

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if yall start hating on laura mueller when this fuckass movie comes out, i am legally obligated to throw hands not joking

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mercedes & williams masterlist!

alex albon

love and lies you and Alex have been fake dating for the sake of the team, then one night changes it all.

when it rains... your week was shit, and you just missed your flight to japan. shit.

carlos sainz

admin looking for love! Why did Alex Albon feel the need to post you on his story as a ‘lonely woman looking for love’? And why did Carlos Sainz dm you after it? 

choices charles gives you an ultimatum

-> strong ferrari is done with him, you're not.

famous or not everything falls apart?

dive f175 is a new experience, and a confession is shared. (inspo from the song dive by olivia dean!)

heart attack coffee you're the cute barista he flocks to haas to see

purple lace bra he doesn't listen

cruel an argument means he says some things he doesn't mean. he's never gotten that cruel before though.

george russell

Opposites attract, right? you have a pretty bad track record when it comes to being forgetful...

protection the fight with max reaches a boiling point

signs he needs to start reading minds...

kimi antonelli

taking care kimi takes care of you, in his own special way

breaking up (not making up) you've had it with kimi always putting you second.

right here you realised how much he misses you.

my brother or me? Kimi joins the grid with your brother, and you two stop posting each other on socials, cheating rumours spark, and your new album coming out doesn't help.

I'm alright kimi gets in a crash. you get a fright

chaotic trio how your best mates react when they see you're getting hate online

sports car his sports car doesn't impress you, but he hows he can still make it work

sacrifices everyone has to make sacrifices...

won't change everyone knew that seat was yours. what happens when your kind-of-boyfriend takes it instead?

navigation for my blog :) (masterlist)

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Lewis Hamilton - One shots Stories / Imagines (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/389593498-lewis-hamilton-one-shots-stories-imagines?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=ToughAlbonita One shots / Imagines short stories - Lewis Hamilton Fanfiction YN (she/her) x Lewis Hamilton (F1 driver)

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Formula 1,2,3 -Book 2- One Shots/Imagines (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/393892028-formula-1-2-3-book-2-one-shots-imagines?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=ToughAlbonita (Book 2) One shots / Imagines about Formula ONE / TWO / THREE univers. Requests are open, message me !! Enjoy your read 🫶🏻

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Mr. Sainz (available on Wattpad)

What if the man you were warned to fear… was the one who would change your fate forever?

Madrid. A sheltered young woman from a devout family meets Carlos Sainz — a ruthless mobster with a magnetic charm and a dangerous empire hidden beneath his polished exterior. He’s no ordinary man; he’s a kingpin in a deadly game of power and loyalty.

She should have run. She didn’t. She married him.

Thrown into the shadows of the criminal underworld, luxury, and unrelenting danger, she’s forced to confront a brutal truth: love in this world comes with a price. When her husband’s rival kidnaps her and exposes her as a pawn, she is shattered — but from the ashes rises a queen who will claim her throne on her own terms.

From innocent girl to mob queen. This is a dark romance of power, vengeance, and survival in the heart of a violent empire.

He gave her a crown. She built an empire.

#MrSainz #DarkRomance #MobsterRomance #CrimeRomance #RomanticThriller #DarkLoveStory #PowerAndVengeance #UnderworldQueen #GangsterLove #LoveAndDanger #FemaleLead #StrongFemaleProtagonist #RevengeStory #SpanishRomance #MadridSetting #ForbiddenLove #EnemiesToLovers #DarkSaga #TumblrReads #BookPromotion #WattpadStory #F1

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Thank you so much from request roman bilinski

With pleasure !! I hope you liked it and that it was what you expected !!

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a literal aussie prince pt 2 <3

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

♡ had to update the masterlist to make room for more links and what not, but hopefully you all can find the fics here!

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: [#] bon's thoughts - for all my thoughts as a complete whole!

[#] college!au

[#] sugar daddy!au

[#] hollywood!au

𝐛𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬: ౨ৎ Carlos Sainz 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 summary: when prince!carlos seeks to take over your sacred land, the gods send you - an apsara - to try and distract him, but it seems the only distraction here is him. word count: 6k pairing: prince!carlos sainz x desi!apsara!reader 𝐀 𝐑𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 (this is a dark fic!) summary: run, run, run, through the shadows you stray, but the wolf is behind you and you're only prey - mother always said to never stop in the woods in fear of the wolf, if only you listened to her for once. word count: 5.7k pairing: werewolf!carlos sainz x reader 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 summary: put me in a movie, come on! you know you like good little girls - all you wanted to do was be the biggest star to ever shine, but your wishes come with a hefty price. word count: 3.4k pairing: producer!carlos sainz x reader 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞 (this is a dark fic!) summary: your sweet lovely neighbor invited you to a halloween party, and you - ever the clumsy, naive girl - got tricked more than treated. word count: 5k pairing: masked!carlos sainz x reader 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐰 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 (this is a dark fic!) summary: a much needed hiking trip goes awry and the man in the woods is anything but your savior. word count: 6.3k pairing: lumberjack!carlos sainz x reader

౨ৎ Max Verstappen 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 (this is a dark fic!) summary: heavily inspired by hannibal - after hearing tons of praise in regards to psychiatrist!max verstappen, you decide to test your luck and see what his true colors are word count: 5k pairing: psychiatrist!max verstappen x reader

౨ৎ Charles Leclerc 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (this is a dark series!) summary: the young chaplain, charles leclerc, cannot control his desires when the very object of sin crosses his path: you. pairing: chaplain!charles leclerc x reader and other drivers

𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 (this is a dark series!) summary: charles - your sister's new husband - will not stop until he is sure the crown passes to him and not you... pairing: royal!charles leclerc x reader

౨ৎ Multiple Drivers 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (this is a dark series!) summary: the young chaplain, charles leclerc, cannot control his desires when the very object of sin crosses his path: you. pairing: chaplain!charles leclerc x reader (mainly) and other drivers included: carlos sainz, max verstappen, oscar piastri, lando norris, lewis hamilton

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hiii! first of all, CONGRATS ON 1K!!!! soooooooo proud of you!! second of all, could i ask for danny with 3 and 4?

MY LONELY DAYS ARE OVER…

1K SPECIAL - DR3

Soft make out session + “Did you eat today?”

SUMMARY: Danny is always making sure you’re full and happy :)

WORD COUNT: 459

WARNINGS: Fluff! Yay!

FEATURING: Husband!Dad!Daniel Ricciardo x Wife!Mom!Reader

NOTE: Something short because I have the worst headache but I miss him :)

TODAY HAD BEEN FULL OF NONSTOP NOISE. That was to be expected when you have a five-year-old who loves to run around and cause chaos. Recently Danny had been putting a lot of work into… Well, just, everything. The ranch, his own business, your daughter. Everything. So you wanted to give him a day to hang out with friends.

What you didn’t realize is that maybe he has the right charm to handle all those things. Everyday when you both were going to sleep, he still seemed so full of life and energy. Right now it seemed like your child was sapping it away from you. Of course you loved her, but she was certainly a handful.

You were starting to feel defeated as she ran rampant. You sat down on the couch, your head buried in your hands. How does he do it? How does he manage everything all at once so effortlessly. You told yourself you just needed a moment of rest, but it ended up being… A few moments.

The door suddenly opened, and it was like your guardian angel had appeared. Danny entered your home humming and grinning whilst carrying some sort of paper bag. He saw the sight, and he just chuckled. You clearly needed some TLC, so he walked over and kissed your weary forehead.

“Have you eaten today?” Was his first question. You looked a mess, but if he wanted to live, he dare not say such a thing.

“Does coffee count?” You joked, and your husband tutted with disapproval as he handed over the bag in his hand. You opened it up and peeked inside, your mouth nearly watering. He had picked up a sandwich for you! How nice of him. “Thank you.”

He grabbed one of your hands, dramatically dropping to one knee to kiss your knuckles, and then up your arm. “De rien, mon amour…” He spoke in a shitty french accent, his lips pursed into a kissy face. You giggled at the dramatics and pulled him in for a short kiss.

A short kiss turned into a series of short kisses, which turned into Danny chasing your lips again and again for more. You finally pulled away, blocking him with your hand. “Alright, alright. Let me eat first.”

“Deal.” He grinned that typical Danny grin, where all of his teeth were showing. The type where you knew he was sincerely happy. He turned away, his arms out like he was mocking a bear. “Alright, where’s my little rascal at?”

You heard your daughter’s joyful squeals, and watched as Danny rushed off to chase after her. It was noisy, but it was the soft, domestic noise that filled your heart with joy.

Yes, this is what it’s all about.