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Roscoe! - Requested

As I made my way through the bustling paddock of Silverstone Circuit, my heart raced with excitement. I couldn't believe I was actually here, at Lewis Hamilton's home race, and staying with him for the week. It was surreal, to say the least. The adrenaline rush mixed with nervous anticipation made every step feel like I was walking on air.

As I walked, lost in my thoughts, a sudden movement caught my eye. A chubby English bulldog trotted across my path, his squishy face adorned with a playful grin. Without a second thought, I crouched down, extending my hand toward him.

"Well, hello there, cutie," I cooed, my voice softening as I met his curious gaze. His tail wagged furiously as he sniffed my hand, his warm breath tickling my skin. "Are you out here all by yourself?"

The dog responded with an enthusiastic bark, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth in a goofy grin. I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through me at his playful energy. It was as if he sensed my nerves and was determined to chase them away with his adorable antics.

"Looks like you've decided to be my little companion, huh?" I said, scratching behind his ears affectionately. He leaned into my touch, his eyes closing in contentment. "How I wish I could take you home with me! You are so adorable, I wonder where is your owner."

With that, the bulldog fell into step beside me, his stubby legs waddling along as we made our way through the paddock. Everywhere I went, he followed faithfully at my heels, his presence a comforting reminder that I wasn't alone in this unfamiliar environment.

As we approached the Mercedes motorhome, I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should bring him inside. But one look into those soulful little eyes and I knew I couldn't leave him behind.

"Alright, buddy, but you have to promise to behave," I said, giving him a stern look, though my smile betrayed the affection I felt. "We don't want to get in trouble with Lewis now, do we?"

The bulldog tilted his head as if he understood every word, his tail wagging even faster in excitement. With a chuckle, I opened the door and stepped inside, the dog bounding in after me as if he owned the place.

The minutes ticked by, the anticipation in the motorhome grew palpable. I was sitting on the couch, my heart pounding with nerves, when the door swung open, and Lewis stepped inside, his presence filling the room with a sense of calm.

"Hey, there you are," he said, flashing me a warm smile that sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "How's my favorite girl doing?"

Before I could respond, Roscoe (like I had found out he was called by taking a look at his collar, and seeing Lewis' last name on it as well) stirred from his nap on my lap, lifting his head to peer at Lewis with a lazy gaze. I couldn't help but laugh as Lewis approached, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"What's gotten into him?" Lewis asked, reaching out to scratch behind Roscoe's ears. But instead of bounding up to greet him as usual, Roscoe merely snuggled closer to me, his eyes drooping with contentment.

I shrugged, unable to hide my amusement at Roscoe's blatant display of affection. "Seems like he's taken a liking to me," I joked, running my fingers through his soft fur. "Guess I'm his new favorite now."

Lewis chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "I've never seen him ignore me like this before," he said, his tone laced with mock indignation. "Looks like you've stolen his heart."

As Lewis settled onto the couch beside me, I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness at his proximity. Despite the nerves swirling inside me, being with him made everything feel right, like I belonged here by his side.

Throughout the afternoon, Roscoe remained glued to my side, much to Lewis's amusement. Despite his initial confusion, Lewis couldn't help but find humor in the situation, teasing me about being Roscoe's newfound favorite.

I couldn't resist a playful smirk at Lewis's comment about Roscoe's affection. "Don't worry Roscoe, I've stolen your daddy's heart too, that's two out of two!" I teased, leaning in to press a kiss to Roscoe's wrinkled forehead. He responded with a contented sigh, his tail thumping lazily against the couch.

But as the race drew nearer, my playful demeanor began to waver, replaced by a knot of nervousness in the pit of my stomach. The reality of Lewis's profession hit me like a ton of bricks, and suddenly, the thought of him out on the track, risking everything for glory, filled me with a sense of dread.

"Hey, are you okay?" Lewis asked, his voice filled with concern as he noticed the shift in my demeanor. I nodded, forcing a smile as I tried to push aside my fears.

"Yeah, just a little nervous, I guess," I admitted, my voice wavering slightly. "I know you're the best out there, but it's still a dangerous sport."

Lewis reached out, taking my hand in his and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'll be fine, I promise," he said, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with mine. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't believe in my abilities."

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me at his words. Deep down, I knew he was right. Lewis had worked tirelessly to reach the pinnacle of his sport, and his talent and determination were unmatched. But still, the thought of him pushing himself to the limit, risking it all for victory, made my heart ache with worry.

As the final moments before the race ticked away, Lewis turned to me, his expression softening with affection. "Hey, how about you give me a kiss for good luck?" he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

I couldn't help but laugh at his cheeky request, feeling the tension in the room ease slightly at his lightheartedness. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his, pouring all of my love and support into the simple gesture.

"Good luck out there," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion as I pulled away, my fingers lingering on his cheek. "But please, be careful."

Lewis flashed me a confident grin, his eyes alight with determination. "Don't worry," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I've got this."

The race unfolded before my eyes, and I found myself holding my breath with every twist and turn of the track. My heart pounded in my chest as Lewis maneuvered his car with skill and precision, each lap bringing him closer to the coveted checkered flag.

And then, in a flurry of excitement, it was over. The cheers of the crowd echoed through the air as Lewis crossed the finish line, his car streaking past in a blur of color. I could hardly believe it—Lewis had done it. He had won.

A wave of euphoria washed over me as I watched him climb out of his car, his face alight with joy as he raised his arms in triumph. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I realized the magnitude of his achievement, knowing the countless hours of hard work and dedication that had led to this moment.

As Lewis made his way to the podium, I joined the throngs of spectators lining the sidelines, my heart swelling with pride as I caught sight of him in the distance. Roscoe trotted faithfully at my side, his tail wagging furiously as if he could sense the electric atmosphere pulsing through the air.

As Lewis stood atop the podium, his trophy held high above his head, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. He had overcome every obstacle, defied every expectation, to emerge victorious once again. And as I watched him bask in the glory of his triumph, I knew that there was no one more deserving of success than him.

With a contented sigh, I reached down to ruffle Roscoe's fur, my heart overflowing with love and gratitude. Together, we stood on the sidelines, cheering Lewis on with all our might as he celebrated his victory in front of the world.

In that moment, surrounded by the deafening roar of the crowd and the warmth of Roscoe's companionship, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. For not only had I found love in the arms of an extraordinary man, but I had also discovered a bond that transcended words—one that united us in joy, in sorrow, and in the simple beauty of being alive.

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