Epilogue
JESSICA
I’m applying glue to the last picture going into my notebook with a smile on my face.
The image shows Luke, holding his championship trophy over his head, cheering for the title he has won.
Seeing the picture makes me feel emotional all over again, just as I did on the day he won.
His season has been nothing short of extraordinary, and he managed to secure the win with four races remaining.
He really did become the golden boy of F1 this year, meeting every expectation set out for him.
I’m proud of him for making his dream come true, and grateful I’ve been able to be by his side through it all.
I run my fingers over the picture, just as the man appears beside me.
“What are you looking at?” Luke asks me as he slides in behind me on the couch.
“I’m finishing my notebook for this season,” I tell him as he gets comfortable with me draped across his body. He turns the book over to the very first page, and together we reminisce on the fantastic year we’ve spent together.
Each race weekend is filled with memories of the last 9 months.
The handwritten memories we’ve experienced together and the pictures of our adventures.
The notebook quickly became my personal journal, rather than my working notebook. It represents not just the year we’ve had professionally, but our relationship wrapped up in a small package of memories.
We both chuckle when we see my notes after my initial meetings with Luke.
Baku, Azerbaijan
Gave me this amazing book, not sure how I feel about that. Also gave me a nickname, princess, definitely don’t know how I feel about that.
We continue looking through the book, me getting emotional at all the wonderful memories I’ve experienced with the man beside me.
He’s not only shown me the world, but he’s also taught me how to love and overcome my own insecurities, supporting me every step of the way.
The worry, the excitement, the sadness, the joy, the happiness, the love, it’s all there in this book.
“This was the perfect gift back in March, and it’s even more perfect now,” I tell Luke as his arms tighten around me.
“Yeah, I knew you better than yourself even back then.” He nibbles at my earlobe, making me giggle, both from his touch and his words.
He’s not far off at all.
Luke did know me well, or at least understood me straight away.
Knowing which buttons to push to make me come out of my shell.
As we finish browsing the book, I put it down on the table before turning around in his arms, gazing up into his eyes.
“I love you, hotshot.”
“I love you too, princess.”
THE END