Interest ~Toto Wolff

Chapter 68

BAHRAIN GRAND PRIX ~ A month later

One month later, Toto found himself in Bahrain for the Bahrain Grand Prix. The city shimmered under the desert sun, and the anticipation in the air was palpable. It had been some time since Toto had been to this particular racetrack, but the rush was still the same.

He was staying in his usual hotel, the familiar room providing a sense of comfort amidst the bustling city and racetrack. Toto had arrived early, wanting to take advantage of the time to acclimate to the time zone and get a feel for the track.

As Toto diligently pours over the technical documents, Leah watches him from the bed. She has a book in her hands, but her eyes are more likely to be focused on her husband. She appreciates the way he's immersed in his work, his intense focus and dedication to his job something she admires about him. She smiles softly to herself as she continues to observe him from afar, silently admiring the man she married.
While Toto is preoccupied with work, their son, Jack, is bursting with energy. The little boy is running around the room, bouncing off the walls and furniture like a mini tornado. Leah watches him, a mix of amusement and exhaustion etched across her face.

"Jack, sweetie, please calm down a bit," Leah says, trying her best to get her son to settle down, "Daddy's working right now, and you're being a little too rambunctious."

Jack, being the curious and energetic two-year-old that he is, completely ignores his mother's plea and continues his energetic antics. He jumps onto the bed with a thud, giggling uncontrollably as he bounces up and down, creating a small earthquake on the mattress.

"Jack, seriously, calm down," Leah says, trying once again to curb his boundless energy. But Jack is determined to turn the hotel room into his own makeshift playground.

Just then, Toto glances up from his work, his attention pulled away by the ruckus caused by their son. He watches as Jack continues his energetic display, a weary but affectionate smile on his face.

The next day, Toto is on the starting grid, his focus sharp as he mentally prepares for the race. The sun gleams down on the track, the air filled with the revving of engines and the electric energy that comes with the start of a race. Toto stands in his team's pit, his mind fully immersed in the upcoming Grand Prix.

Leah stands in the garage, watching her husband from afar. She feels anxious and uneasy about the race. She hates this feeling. She understands the thrill of a race and the excitement it brings to the entire team. But deep down, she also fears for his safety every time he gets behind the wheel in a Grand Prix. The uncertainty and the potential dangers associated with automobile racing always weigh heavily on her mind
As the race begins, Toto watches the cars tear around the track like bullets fired from a gun. He observes each move, noting every strategic shift, and every potential pit stop. His mind is running a million miles per hour as he analyzes the race, trying to anticipate what move his team rivals will make next.

Leah, who's nearby, sees the familiar tense expression on Toto's face, and she knows that he is fully immersed in the race. She knows that sometimes, his passion for the sport and the intensity of the race can get the better of him.

"Honey, please don't break your headphones again," she says softly, placing a gentle hand on his arm.
Without tearing his gaze away from the race, Toto nods slightly in acknowledgment. He knows she's right, and deep down, he's aware that he tends to get carried away during particularly intense races.
But in the heat of the moment, it's difficult for him to control his emotions. His heart pounds with anticipation, and his mind races with strategic calculations. He wants to be there for his team, to guide them through every turn and every pit stop.

Despite his best efforts to control his emotions, Toto finds himself unable to restrain himself. As the race reaches its climax, the tension and excitement reach a fever pitch. The adrenaline coursing through his veins is too much to ignore, and he ends up snapping two pairs of headphones in his fervor.

Leah, standing beside him, rolls her eyes and places her hand on her forehead, shaking her head in a mix of disbelief and amusement. She knows that Toto's passion for the sport can sometimes lead him to behave like a madman.

"Oh, for heaven's sake," she mutters under her breath. "That man and his headphones."

Toto glances towards her with a sheepish grin, knowing full well how he must look to her right now. He mouths a silent apology, knowing that his passion for racing often takes over all rationality.
Leah shakes her head, her expression a mix of exasperation and affection. She rolls her eyes again and lets out a sigh. "You're unbelievable, you know that?" she says, playfully chastising him.

Toto chuckles sheepishly, his eyes still fixed on the final lap of the race. "I know, I know," he replies, a hint of guilt in his voice. "But I just get so caught up in the moment, I can't help it."

Toto's team snags the victory in the race, and the entire garage erupts in celebration. The air is filled with cheers, high-fives, and relieved sighs. Toto himself can't help but let out a triumphant "Yes!" as he watches the checkered flag wave triumphantly.
The thrill of victory courses through Toto's veins, and he can't help but share his excitement. In a moment of uncontained joy, he grabs Leah and lifts her off her feet, spinning her around the garage. His team members cheer and applaud, their own excitement matching his.

"We did it!" Toto exclaims, a wide grin spreading across his face. He sets her back on the ground, still holding her in a tight embrace. His heart is pounding with adrenaline, and his body is buzzing with the rush of victory.

In the midst of the chaotic celebration, Toto takes a moment to lean in, and his lips find hers. His kiss is filled with a mix of joy, relief, and intense passion. The world around them fades away, the cheers and congratulations of the team becoming distant background noise.
Their kiss is passionate and intense, fueled by the adrenaline of the victory and the overwhelming emotions that come with it. Toto's arms remain wrapped around her, holding her snugly against him, as if relishing in the moment of triumph and the love they share.
In the midst of the commotion of Toto's team celebrating the victory, little Jack is sitting off to the side, watching the scene unfold before him. His young face breaks into a wide, toothy grin as he sees his father's joyous expression and the way he holds his mother in his arms.
Jack's eyes sparkle with joy, and a soft giggle escapes his mouth. He knows that his daddy won the race, and it fills his little heart with a sense of pride and excitement. He claps his hands together, not fully understanding the significance of the victory, but simply happy to see his parents and the team he adores celebrating.

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Once they arrive back at their hotel room, the exhaustion of the day finally catches up to Leah. She feels a wave of nausea washing over her, and a sense of unease settles in her stomach. She tries to dismiss it, attributing it to the excitement of the victory and the emotions of the day, but the unpleasant feeling persists.As she climbs into bed, she can't shake off the queasiness in her stomach. She tries to ignore it, thinking it might be just temporary, but soon the discomfort escalates, and she realizes she might be dealing with something worse.

"Toto," she calls weakly from the bathroom, her voice tinged with discomfort. "Can you come here for a moment?"

Toto, hearing her voice tinged with unease, immediately springs into action. He strides into the bathroom, concern etched across his face. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice gentle yet tinged with worry.

"I don't feel so good," Leah manages to reply, her hand clutched over her stomach.

Toto's eyebrows furrow in concern as he observes her pale face and the discomfort etched on her expression. He moves closer to her, his hand gently cupping her cheek. "Are you sure it's just nausea? Have you eaten anything that might have upset your stomach?"

Leah shakes her head weakly, her eyes closing briefly as another wave of nausea washes over her. "No, I don't think it's something I ate. It feels more like a virus or something."