Left Behind

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⌗ Between Karts and Confessions

- in which carlos and the reader race in karts, leading to a surprising confession and a deeper connection.

⌗ Left Behind

- in which carlos faces guilt and doubt after you confront him about being excluded.

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there are purple-black blotchy marks along the upper-half of your body where you can still feel the ghost of his canines clamping down on your neck and the whisper of his fingertips brushing your skin.

kimi stares at you unabashedly, with eyes as wide as saucers.

“did…did toto, like, beat you up yesterday?” he asks hesitantly.

bless the poor kid.

“i can, um, get you an ice pack if you need,” kimi adds on.

he eyes up a particularly large hickey on the left side of your neck that you had tried in vain to cover up with concealer.

you pat his shoulder softly and cast a kindhearted smile at him.

“thank you kimi, but i’m alright- really,” you say reassuringly.

he nods, still a looking a bit unconvinced, before running along to go chat with ollie.

later, when you meet up with your husband in the second floor of the mercedes motorhome, in his travel-office couch that you two are a bit too familiar with, you recount the story.

he only laughs, before surging forward, pushing you further onto the couch and attaches his lips to your neck like he did the night before, and the night before that.

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⌗ Behind the Armor

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- in which clarisse la rue is known for her strength and toughness, but when it’s just the two of you, she lets down her guard

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The Slip Up

A Dominik Mysterio x Reader (Y/N) Fan Fic

CW: fluff, flirting, embarrassing moment, embarrassment, suggestive, second person POV, uses Y/N

You were always nervous when you had to announce in the ring. You had been announcing for WWE for a year, primarily on Monday Night Raw. Your small crush on Dominik, which had started before working for WWE, had grown over the past year. Outside of his character, he was a genuinely cool and sweet guy. You had gotten to know Liv too and had let slip how lucky she was during a drunk hang out one night. Ever since then and every so often, Liv reminded you that you and Dom were both single and that her and Dom’s relationship only existed on screen. You brushed her off since you were just getting started in the WWE. Maybe you would consider chatting him up after announcing your first WrestleMania. 

You tried not to think about the comments you would get about your appearance and announcing skills. The IWC always had something to say and most of it wasn’t nice. You looked good though: a black dress, form-fitting but not too tight. Black sparkly heels. Your hair up in a neat bun. A soft glam makeup look with a soft red lip.

As Dom’s music hit, you kept your face neutral, but you were smiling on the inside. The boos started as he walked down the aisle. 

“Accompanied to the ring by Liv Morgan and Raquel Rodriguez, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 200 pounds, Daddy-” you paused for a second, realizing your mistake. You cleared your throat. “Dirty Dominik Mysterio!”

You wanted the ring to swallow you whole. The crowd was murmuring and snickering and pointing. You kept your face neutral, but that didn't stop the heat of embarrassment. 

“I didn’t know Y/N was a Dirty Dom fan,” Pat said. “Or should I say Daddy Dom fan?”

“Yes it’s unfortunate,” Michael Cole said. “I don’t know how he casts a spell over these women.”

When Dom got in the ring, he winked at you. Yep. It was time to disappear. Liv walked over to you while Dom stood on the ropes, flexing his muscles and sticking his tongue out. She snatched the mic out of your hand. You took a step back. 

“You’re not allowed to call him Daddy Dom,” she said angrily. “He’s my Daddy Dom, not yours.”

You held your hands up, playing along with her. “I’m sorry,” you said. You held out your hand to take the mic back since you still had to announce Kofi Kingston. Liv narrowed her eyes at you before holding out the mic and dropping it. Your hand swiped at the air. You quickly squatted to grab the mic and popped up just as Kofi’s music hit.

You announced Kofi perfectly and were relieved to get out of the ring. You sat in your seat and covered your face. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. You felt someone tap your shoulder. You looked up. Kim from production. She leaned down to whisper in your ear. 

“You okay?” She asked.

You nodded and whispered in her ear, “Just embarrassed.”

“You recovered well. And nothing super negative online.”

You raised your eyebrows, surprised. “That’s shocking.”

Kim smiled and patted you on the back. 

You focused on the match. Dom and Kofi were doing great. But you hoped Kofi would win. You didn’t want to announce Dom again, even though you knew you would get it right this time. As the match continued, it looked like it was going to end in Dom’s favor. After a devastating drop kick, Dom pulled Kofi closer to the corner. He climbed on the ropes and jumped: frog splash.

Dom hooked Kofi’s leg and the ref counted. 1, 2, 3. Ding, ding, ding.

Kim cued you. 

“Here is your winner, Dirty Dominik Mysterio!”

The crowd booed and he made his way around the ring. Dom locked eyes with you. He smiled and kissed his lips at you. You rolled your eyes and covered your mouth to hide your smile. 

As the crowd filtered out and the crew started packing away cameras and equipment, you headed backstage. You went into the locker room. You had a small bag with some extra clothes and sneakers in there. Sometimes you changed clothes, other times you just changed shoes. Tonight was a change shoes kind of night. You got your bag out of the locker and pulled out your black Air Maxes. You sat down on the bench. You saw a blonde blur out the corner of your eye as you removed one heel. 

“I can’t believe you called him Daddy Dom on the mic,” Liv squealed. She sat down next to you and gave your arm a squeeze. “Don’t worry, the IWC is blaming me for calling him Daddy Dom all the time.”

You laughed. “Glad I get a break this week.” 

“You could use this to your advantage,” Liv said. 

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Oh come on. I know you’re still crushing on Dom. Shoot your shot,” she replied.

“No, I don’t do that,” you said. “It’s failed every time and I’m not failing and then still having to see him every week. I’m good.” 

“But what if he’s interested too? I’ve seen him looking,” Liv said. 

“I’ve seen him looking too, but he doesn’t approach,” you said.

“Maybe he’s also worried about the whole work thing,” Liv said.

You narrowed your eyes. “Do you know something?”

Liv held up her hands. “I don’t know anything officially. I’m just guessing that when it comes to the work thing, you both probably don’t want to rock the boat. But you two can be private. It is hard to do, but you can make it work.”

You shrugged as you tucked your heels into your bag. “Well, we’ll see if he makes a move tonight.”

“He better or he’s gonna get an earful,” Liv said. “Maybe I’ll text him.”

You stood up. “Don’t! Let’s just see.” 

Liv pouted. “Are you sure?” 

You rolled your eyes, but a smile formed on your face. “Yes, I’m sure. Are you ready?”

“Yes, let me get my bag,” Liv said. 

You and Liv walked out the locker room together, heading toward the exit.

“Oh hi Dom,” Liv said.

You looked up from your phone and locked eyes with Dom. He smiled, looking you up and down. You returned his smile. 

“What’s up Liv, Y/N,” he said.

“Just heading out,” you said. 

“Can I walk with you?” Dom asked.

“Yeah,” you said.

Dom walked in step with you and Liv. You were in the middle of them. You and Dom eyed each other but didn’t say anything.

“Oh my gosh,” Liv said, holding up her phone. “I have to take this incredibly important phone call. I’ll see you two outside.” 

You wanted to point out that her phone wasn’t ringing, but you knew she was helping the two of you out. She walked ahead of y’all. 

You glanced at Dom and he had a smirk on his face.

“You want me to be your daddy?” he asked.

You busted out laughing. “Dom, please.”

“No, no,” he said, walking in front of you. You stopped. 

“You said that ‘daddy’ extra hard in the ring,” he said, crossing his arms. “Everyone heard you.”

“I was announcing!” 

He shook his head. “No, that wasn’t regular.” 

You sighed and crossed your arms too. “I’m not going back and forth with you.” 

“Well, I wanna get to know you,” he said. “Clearly that ‘daddy’ came from us making eyes at each other over the past couple of months.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. “I wanna get to know you too.”

He opened his mouth, but someone way down the hall encouraged them to hurry up outside. You two both hustled. He handed you his phone when you were outside. 

“I was gonna give up on you,” you said after you finished putting your number in. You handed him his phone. “At least until I announced my first Wrestlemania.”

He laughed. “I get it. Don’t wanna rock the boat at work.”

“Exactly.”

“Are you staying in the hotel?” Dom asked.

“Yeah,” you replied. 

“You wanna ride over together?” he asked. “I’m gonna Uber.”

“Sounds good.” 

You two settled into a comfortable silence, but your mind was racing. It was finally happening! You and Dom were gonna get to know each other. You kept biting your lip to stop yourself from grinning like an idiot. You put your hand over your mouth trying not to giggle with excitement. 

“Don’t hide your pretty face,” Dom said, gently touching your hand. 

You moved it away from your face and he held it.

“You don’t have to be shy around me,” he said. 

“You’ll have to give me a minute,” you said. “I feel like we’ve been doing the shy dance for a while.” 

He chuckled and squeezed your hand. “That’s true.”

Holding hands with him felt really natural. You felt yourself moving a little closer to him. The Uber arrived and Dom put your bag and his in the truck. You settled in the backseat and he slipped in beside you. Your leg rested against his as he asked you about how you got interested in the wrestling business. You told him about how you watched WWE when you were younger, both your parents being big fans. You stopped watching for a bit and got back into it during the pandemic. You started announcing in high school when they decided to give the students a chance to announce and commentate during the football games. You found different opportunities throughout college and after. You became a permanent announcer for a local wrestling company. Then got the opportunity to announce at NXT. That opened the door for the rest of WWE. 

He was a great listener. And he talked about what he liked to do in his downtime: nap, play video games, watch monster movies and shows. You teased him, adding in ‘get tattoos’ as you linked your fingers with his. He chuckled and agreed, admitting he was planning to get another tattoo after he won a title. 

“Do you think I’ll be announcing you as a champion this year?” you asked.

Dom smirked. “For sure. I can see it happening. I’m going after the World Heavyweight Championship.” 

“I can’t wait to see it,” you said. “Don’t worry. I’ll announce your name correctly.”

He laughed. “No worries, cariño. I know all this,” he gestured to himself, moving his hand up and down, “can be distracting.” 

You giggled. “You just can’t turn it off, can you?” 

Dom winked. “It’s more fun that way. Keeps people guessing.” 

You two arrived at the hotel and he got the bags out. You both got your room keys and headed upstairs. He walked you to your room. 

You leaned against your room door and smiled at him. “Thanks for walking me.”

“I had to keep you safe,” he said. 

You smirked. “So you’ll call me?” 

“Yep. And if you can’t sleep, you know where my room is,” he said. 

“Oh, really Dirty Dom?” you asked. 

“Get your mind outta the gutter,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows. A grin was on his face. “I was thinking we could watch a movie, maybe talk some more.” 

You tapped the keycard on your door and opened the door slightly. “Ok. I was thinking, ‘I can't wait to get my fingers in your hair.’” 

His mouth dropped open and you smiled wickedly, pulling your bag into the room. You stepped inside the room and turned around to face him. 

“Goodnight Dom,” you said. 

He smiled. “Guess we’re done being shy. Goodnight Y/N.” 

Birthday Surprise

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pairing: toto wolff x wife!reader

summary: for toto birthday, his wife plans a private surprise, with decorations of balloons and soft lighting. What begins as an intimate and meaningful celebration quickly turns into an unforgettable night of love and passion, strengthening their connection.

warnings: fluff and suggestive.

The night had finally arrived. You had spent weeks planning the perfect birthday surprise for Toto, knowing he wasn’t one for big parties or noisy celebrations. He preferred quieter, more intimate moments. So, you decided to create a memory just for the two of you.

You had decorated the living room with an array of balloons in silver, white, and soft pastel shades. Some floated gracefully near the ceiling, while others were gathered on the floor in a scattered, whimsical fashion. The room was dimly lit with candles, casting a warm, golden glow. You had chosen the music carefully—soft, romantic tunes that would fill the space with the perfect atmosphere. Everything was ready for Toto to walk into the surprise you had meticulously prepared.

The cake was simple but beautiful, decorated with just the right touch. —Happy Birthday, my love. —the inscription read, and as you placed it on the table, you couldn’t help but smile, feeling the warmth of anticipation.

The clock was ticking, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before Toto arrived. You texted him one last message, asking him to come home early. He had no idea that when he walked through the door, it would be to the most intimate, heartfelt birthday surprise he’d ever experienced.

When you heard the sound of the front door unlocking, your heart skipped a beat. You quickly adjusted your dress and turned off the lights, letting only the glow of the candles illuminate the room. You stood still, hidden from view, waiting for his reaction.

The door opened, and Toto stepped inside, his face lighting up as his eyes landed on you standing there in the middle of the room. The surprise was evident in his expression, but then his eyes softened as he took in the details—balloons, the warm light, and most importantly, you.

—You did all this? —Toto’s voice was filled with disbelief and affection. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving you.

—I did. —you replied softly, unable to hide your smile. —I wanted to make tonight special, just for you.

Toto approached you, his hands reaching out to touch your face gently, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips. —You always know how to make me feel loved. —he murmured, his voice low and tender.

He closed the distance between you, his hands finding their way to your waist as he pulled you closer. His lips met yours in a soft, lingering kiss, a kiss that spoke more than words ever could. You could feel the warmth of his body as he enveloped you, and the feeling of his lips against yours made your heart race.

As you pulled away, you smiled up at him, your hands resting on his chest. —Happy birthday, Toto. —you whispered, your breath shaky with the intensity of the moment.

His eyes were dark, full of desire and love. —You’ve already made this night unforgettable. —he said, his voice thick with emotion.

You led him to the couch, sitting down next to him as the two of you shared quiet moments, enjoying each other’s company. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you in your little bubble of happiness.

The atmosphere shifted. The music played softly in the background as you both sat close, your fingers intertwined. There was an undeniable tension between you two, a magnetic pull that neither of you could resist any longer. Toto leaned in again, capturing your lips in a deeper, more urgent kiss. His hands roamed, tracing your body with slow, deliberate movements, igniting a fire inside you.

You moaned softly into the kiss, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. Every touch, every movement was a promise, a longing that had been building for far too long. He deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours as his hands slid under the fabric of your dress, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

You could feel the heat between you building, overwhelming in the best way possible. You pulled away for a moment, looking at him with eyes full of desire. —Are you sure? —he asked, his voice low, yet full of tenderness.

—I’m sure. —you whispered, pulling him back to you as your lips met once again, this time with more urgency. The surprise had been for him, but now, the night was for the both of you.

The rest of the night passed in a haze of passion and closeness. As the candles flickered out, the room was illuminated only by the soft glow of the remaining balloons. Everything around you felt like a dream, as if the world outside ceased to exist.

You and Toto shared a quiet moment afterward, both lying on the couch, his arm wrapped around you. You felt safe, loved, and more connected than ever before. As the night ended, you realized that the birthday surprise you had planned wasn’t just for Toto, it had brought you even closer, deepening the bond that had always been there between you.

Favorite Lap

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pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: between races and roaring engines, Oscar Piastri finds his sweetest escape in her.

a/n: Im so sorry for being inactive but I don’t have any request so please send something!!

After another exhilarating race, the thunder of engines had finally faded into a soft, echoing hum. The circuit’s lights shimmered against the night sky, and the once-busy paddock now lay quiet under a gentle blanket of dusk. Oscar Piastri, his heart still pulsing with the adrenaline of competition, stepped away from the fervor of the track. Tonight, he sought a different kind of rush,a moment of peace and tenderness that only the night could offer.

In a secluded corner of the paddock, where the glow of distant floodlights mingled with the stars above, you waited. There was something magical about this hidden nook, a secret retreat from the world of roaring engines and relentless expectations. As Oscar approached, his eyes softened at the sight of you: the calm in his otherwise frenetic life, a living reminder that there was more to victory than podium finishes.

—Hey. —he said, his voice low and warm, as if sharing a cherished secret. In that single word, there was an invitation, a silent promise that tonight, nothing else mattered. You offered a gentle smile, one that outshone the brilliance of any spotlight, and in that smile, Oscar felt his worries dissipate.

The two of you settled onto a worn bench near the pit lane, a humble spot that had witnessed countless triumphs and setbacks over the years. Here, away from the cameras and the cacophony of post-race celebrations, the world felt small and intimate. The hum of the cooling engines became a lullaby, and the soft whisper of the wind through nearby trees was the only sound needed to set the rhythm for the night.

— I always thought that after a race, all I’d feel was exhaustion. —Oscar confessed, his eyes drifting over the quiet track. —But when I’m with you, even the silence sings.

You reached out, lightly touching his hand, a gesture that was both comforting and electric. In that fleeting contact, there was an unspoken understanding: no matter how fast the world raced around you, here in this moment, time was yours to share.

The conversation flowed as naturally as the night. Oscar spoke of the relentless pace of his life on the track, the pressure of performance, the endless pursuit of perfection, and the loneliness that sometimes came with the spotlight. You listened intently, offering solace with every tender word and soft laugh. In return, you shared your own dreams and quiet moments of courage, the everyday battles and gentle victories that formed the mosaic of your life.

Under the starlight, the racetrack transformed from a battleground of speed into a serene haven for two souls who had found solace in one another. The adrenaline that had once driven Oscar was now tempered by a more profound feeling, a reminder that amidst the roar of engines and the pursuit of glory, the heart craved a different kind of triumph. One measured not in seconds or laps, but in smiles, whispered secrets, and stolen glances.

The night deepened, and the temperature dropped just enough for you to pull Oscar closer under a shared blanket. There, amid the shadows and the lingering warmth of the day’s energy, every small detail felt imbued with meaning. The gentle brushing of hair from his forehead, the soft murmur of your laughter blending with the distant sounds of the cooling machines, and the quiet assurance in his steady gaze, all spoke of a connection that transcended the chaos of racing life.

—You make it all feel so… gentle. —Oscar admitted, his tone imbued with both wonder and vulnerability. —I spend so much time chasing speed, chasing perfection… but with you, I feel like I’ve finally found a place to slow down and just be.

You smiled, your heart echoing the sentiment. In that tender admission, there was an entire universe of unspoken emotions, a silent pact to embrace the beauty of the moment despite the ever-present call of the racetrack. The night was yours alone, a private interlude where every heartbeat and every shared glance wove together the fabric of a burgeoning love.

As the hours slipped by, the distant rumble of an approaching dawn reminded you both that the world outside was waiting. Soon, the calm of the night would give way to the realities of a new day, pressures, expectations, and the unyielding pace of a life defined by speed. Yet, for now, you were suspended in a timeless bubble, a sanctuary where the only race was one of hearts aligning in perfect harmony.

Oscar’s hand squeezed yours gently as he stood up, his eyes still fixed on the horizon. —No matter what tomorrow brings, these moments will always be my favorite lap. —he said softly, a quiet promise lingering in the air.

You nodded, understanding that sometimes the most significant victories aren’t celebrated with roaring crowds or shimmering trophies, but with the quiet acknowledgment of shared dreams and heartfelt confessions. Tonight, in the gentle aftermath of a fierce race, you had both found a victory far sweeter than any trophy, a victory that resided in the simple, unadorned truth of being together.

As you both walked slowly towards the exit of the paddock, the stars overhead seemed to shine just a bit brighter, each one a tiny beacon celebrating the connection forged in the quiet of the night. For Oscar, every race would now carry the memory of this gentle interlude, a reminder that amidst the flash of speed and the pulse of adrenaline, there was always a place where his heart could rest, with you.

In that delicate balance between the fast-paced world of racing and the tranquil beauty of the night, you had become his sweetest escape. And as the first light of dawn crept across the horizon, both of you knew that while the race might resume soon, the tender moments shared here would forever be a cherished chapter in the story of your hearts.

Lewis Hamilton Masterlist

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⌗ Under The Stars

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- in which lewis and the reader enjoy a romantic dinner, deepening their connection.

⌗ Wild Games

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- in which lewis and reader spends family time with her (their) kids.

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Luke Castellan Masterlist

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⌗ In the Stillness of the Stars

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-In which luke opens his heart, sharing a kiss that speaks of vulnerability and love, as the world fades away around you.

Hey, I think I already requested this, but I didn’t specify what I meant. I asked about if you’d be up to writing an alternative 2nd part to “too wide a divide” where reader finds out she is pregnant?? Like before they got back together. Maybe happy ending??

Too Wide a Divide: Alternative Ending

part 1 | part 2 (endl 1) | part 2 (end 2)

pairing: toto wolff x fem!reader

summary: months after toto and the reader part ways due to the disapproval of her family, she finds out she’s pregnant. Torn between resentment and longing, she debates whether to tell him. Fate intervenes when their paths cross again, leading to a heartfelt confrontation and the possibility of a second chance.

It had been three months since that night when everything fell apart. His words still echoed in your mind:

“I can’t keep going, knowing your family is tearing you apart because of me. I can’t be the reason you’re suffering.”

The memory was a knife that twisted in your chest every time you let yourself think about him. You’d tried to move on, but the ache lingered like a shadow. His scent still clung faintly to your pillow, and when Formula 1 broadcasts filled your living room, your gaze always searched for him, despite yourself.

But something else had begun to demand your attention. It started subtly—a faint nausea when you woke up, an overwhelming fatigue that had you retreating to bed far earlier than usual. At first, you dismissed it as stress. The breakup had taken a toll on your body and mind.

But one morning, as you sat at your kitchen table trying to stomach your coffee, a wave of dizziness struck you so strongly you had to grip the counter for support. You froze. Your mind pieced together the symptoms, and a cold realization settled over you.

An hour later, you stood in the bathroom, a test in hand, staring at two unmistakable lines.

You were pregnant.

The discovery left you paralyzed. Joy and fear warred within you. A part of you thrilled at the thought of a life growing inside you, something so uniquely yours and Toto’s. But then, the doubts crept in.

What would Toto say? The question haunted you. Could you even tell him? After all, he had been the one to leave, to decide that love wasn’t enough to overcome the barriers between you. Would he see this child as another complication?

And then there was your family. The disapproving looks, the harsh words they had thrown your way when they learned about your relationship with Toto. You could only imagine their reaction now.

But despite the fear, one thing was clear: this baby was yours to love and protect. And no matter how daunting the path ahead seemed, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Weeks passed, and you kept the secret to yourself. You focused on preparing for the baby, slowly coming to terms with the reality of doing this on your own.

That all changed on a crisp winter afternoon. Leaving your first ultrasound appointment, you were tucking the image of your baby into your bag when you saw him.

Toto stood in the hospital lobby, speaking with someone you didn’t recognize. His tall frame and familiar presence made your heart lurch painfully. You tried to turn away, to slip out unnoticed, but fate wasn’t on your side. He looked up, his piercing eyes meeting yours across the room.

—You’re here —he said —his deep voice laced with surprise as he stepped toward you.

You froze, unsure what to say, until his gaze fell to where your hand rested protectively over your stomach. His expression shifted, confusion melting into realization.

—Is it…? —His voice trailed off, his eyes wide.

You swallowed hard, your throat tight. There was no point in hiding it now.

—Yes. —you said softly. —It’s yours.

Toto’s face was a mixture of emotions—shock, disbelief, and something deeper, something raw that made your chest tighten. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped, as if the words refused to form.

—Can we talk? —he asked, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

You hesitated. The urge to run was strong, but you knew this moment was inevitable. Nodding, you led him outside to a nearby bench. The winter air bit at your skin, but the cold was nothing compared to the tension between you.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. He was staring at the ground, his jaw clenched. You could feel his struggle to find the right words, and finally, he looked up, his dark eyes locking with yours.

—I didn’t know. —he said, his voice heavy. —If I had known… I…

You cut him off, shaking your head.

—If you had known, would it have changed anything? You made your choice, Toto. You walked away because you didn’t think we could make it work.

Your voice cracked, but you pushed through.

—I wasn’t going to tell you. I thought… I thought it would be easier for both of us. You left, and I wasn’t going to beg you to come back. But now…

You paused, placing a hand on your belly. The gesture was unconscious, but his eyes followed it, softening as he looked at you again.

—Now you need to know, because this baby deserves to have both parents if that’s what you want. I won’t force you to stay. I’ve already decided to do this on my own if I have to.

Toto’s brows furrowed, and he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared at the ground again.

—You think I wouldn’t want to be here? —he asked, his voice quiet but firm. —You think I’d walk away from you? From them?

He sat up straight, his expression resolute.

—Yes, I made a mistake. I thought I was doing the right thing by letting you go. I thought I was protecting you from the pressure, from your family’s disapproval. But it was the worst decision of my life.

His voice wavered, but he pressed on.

—I still love you. I never stopped. And now… Now we have a chance to build something, to be a family. Please, let me prove it to you.

Your heart ached at his words. You wanted to believe him, to trust that he meant every word. But the pain of his leaving still lingered.

—This isn’t just about me anymore, Toto. If you’re here, it has to be for both of us, me and the baby. Not because you feel guilty, not because it’s the right thing to do.

He reached for your hand, his fingers warm despite the cold.

—I’m here because I want to be, he said softly. —Because I love you, and I already love them. I want to fix this. I want to be in your life, in their life.

Tears burned in your eyes as you searched his face for any sign of hesitation, but there was none. He was serious, and for the first time in months, you felt a glimmer of hope.

—Okay, you said. —your voice trembling. —But this is going to take time.

Toto nodded, squeezing your hand.

—As much time as you need. I’ll be here.

The months that followed weren’t easy. Trust had to be rebuilt, and the wounds of the past didn’t heal overnight. But Toto was there for every step of the journey—doctor’s appointments, nursery shopping, late-night cravings.

He made mistakes, of course, but he worked tirelessly to prove his commitment, not just to you, but to the family you were creating together.

The day your baby was born, Toto was by your side, holding your hand as tears streamed down his face. When he held the baby for the first time, his broad shoulders seemed to shake under the weight of his emotions.

—He is perfect. —he whispered, his voice thick with tears. —Just like their mother.

You watched as he cradled the tiny bundle, his hands so careful and steady, as if he were holding the most precious thing in the world. In that moment, the doubts and fears that had haunted you for months seemed to dissolve.

Toto looked up at you, his eyes shining with a mixture of love and determination.

—I’ll never let you down again. —he said softly. —Both of you.

You smiled through your tears, reaching out to stroke the baby’s cheek.

—We’ll hold you to that. —you replied, your voice light but full of meaning.

The three of you sat there in the quiet room, the chaos of the past forgotten as you embraced this new chapter. It wasn’t the fairy tale you’d once imagined, but it was real, and it was yours.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, the divide between you didn’t feel so wide anymore.