The Bahrain Grand Prix weekend had arrived. The first race of the season. The paddock buzzed with excitement, cameras flashing as the world anticipated Ferrari's new era.
Lewis walked through the paddock in his red race suit, the iconic Prancing Horse stitched onto his chest. A new chapter. A new mission.
Y/N followed beside him, Ophelia nestled in her arms. Their daughter had become a paddock favorite, the youngest member of the Ferrari family.
"You ready?" Y/N asked, nudging Lewis playfully.
He exhaled, glancing at the garage where the SF-24 sat waiting for him. "Always."
As they reached the Ferrari hospitality, Charles was already there, leaning against the doorframe with his usual smirk.
"Took you long enough," he teased.
Lewis rolled his eyes. "You're way too cocky for someone who's about to lose."
Charles laughed. "We'll see about that."
The tension between them wasn't hostile—it was competitive. Sharp. Electric.
This was what Ferrari needed. Two warriors, pushing each other to the limit.
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The roar of engines filled the Bahrain night as Q3 began.
It was Ferrari vs. Red Bull.
Max Verstappen had set the benchmark, but Lewis and Charles were right there.
Lewis went purple in Sector 1.
Charles went purple in Sector 2.
The Ferrari garage held its breath. Who would come out on top?
As they crossed the line—
Charles: P1.
Lewis: P2.
The Ferrari mechanics erupted into cheers.
Lewis pulled into parc fermé, stepping out of the car as Charles approached.
The Monégasque grinned. "Close, old man."
Lewis smirked. "Don't get comfortable."
The front row belonged to Ferrari.
Tomorrow, the battle truly began.
The soft glow of the hotel suite's city view cast a warm light over the room. Lewis sat on the edge of the bed, lacing up his trainers, his mind already on the battle ahead.
Behind him, Grace cradled Ophelia, gently rocking their daughter, who let out a sleepy coo.
"You nervous?" Grace asked, her voice soft but knowing.
Lewis exhaled, running a hand over his beard. "Not nervous. Just... ready."
Grace smiled, walking over and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Then go do what you do best."
He looked up at her, eyes filled with love and determination. "I will."
Ophelia babbled something incoherent, reaching for her father. Lewis chuckled, taking her tiny hand in his.
"See that, baby girl? Daddy's gonna win this one for you."
Grace leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "And we'll be right there watching."
Lewis stood, giving Ophelia a final kiss on the forehead before grabbing his race bag.
"Time to go to work."
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The Bahrain Grand Prix grid was set. Under the glow of the floodlights, the tension was palpable.
Ferrari locked out the front row. Charles on pole. Lewis alongside him in P2.
Behind them? Verstappen, hungry as ever.
Lewis sat in his car, fingers gripping the wheel as he listened to his engineer. "Alright, mate. Let's make history."
He glanced to his right. Charles was focused, visor down, hands steady on the wheel.
A battle was coming.
"Formation lap underway."
The Ferrari duo led the pack, weaving to get heat into their tires. Lewis took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. This was what he lived for.
The cars lined up. Engines roared.
The lights came on—
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Lights out—RACING IN BAHRAIN!
Lewis got a perfect launch.
Side by side with Charles into Turn 1.
The Monégasque defended hard, squeezing Lewis to the outside. They were inches apart.
Behind them, Verstappen was lurking. Waiting.
Lewis held firm, tucked in, and lined up a move.
Into Turn 4, he dived down the inside.
Wheel to wheel. Ferrari vs. Ferrari.
Charles held on. Aggressive. Unyielding.
"Damn, this kid's quick," Lewis muttered over the radio.
Lap after lap, they fought. A chess game at 200mph.
But then—Lap 22.
"Box, box."
Lewis pitted for fresh tires. A clean stop.
But Ferrari double-stacked.
Charles had a slower stop.
When he rejoined—Lewis was ahead.
The overcut had worked.
"Nice work, mate. Let's bring it home."
Verstappen tried to close the gap.
But Lewis? He was in the zone.
Final laps. The SF-25 was perfect. Balanced. Fast.
The checkered flag waved.
LEWIS HAMILTON WINS FOR FERRARI!
The crowd erupted.
History. Made.
As Lewis pulled into parc fermé, he looked up at the Ferrari pit wall.
Grace stood there, Ophelia in her arms, both of them in Ferrari red.
Charles walked over, shaking his head with a grin. "Guess I'll have to get you next time."
Lewis smirked. "You can try."
The Scuderia was back.
And Lewis Hamilton?
He was just getting started.
A/N: the sf-25 was not perfect especially not at Australia 😖
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