Sergey smiled at the baby in his arms, wrapped up in blankets like a present on Christmas.
To the Russian, Ember and Lance were gifts to him, and he still couldn't believe he had been lucky enough to get them.
He felt like a child himself, receiving the best present that day, his grin routing that of Daniel Ricciardo's famous smile.
Ember gave a small yawn, her amber eyes fluttering shut as she dozed off in her father's arms.
She definitely had Lance's golden skin that gave off warmth like the sun and the Canadian's dark eyes like pools of melted chocolate. She had frizzes of Lance's dark hair, the tips a golden brown that caught the light.
Her tiny fist curled around Sergey's index finger, grasping it like a vice, not intending to let go. Sergey felt his heart melt, something he was unused to. He kissed the top of Ember's forehead and she scrunched her eyes up, displeased with her dad's affection to her.
The Russian laughed quietly.
She was, without doubt, Lance's daughter.
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I wrote this on my phone and I didn't realise how short it was until I saw it on the computer Doc
Oh well.
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Another World
General FictionSequel to "Surprises" The drivers finally get to meet Ember Sirotkin-Stroll Fluff and cuteness ahead.
