It has been a couple of days since the preseason testing came to an end and we are heading back to the circuit. The tension in the car is at an all-time high. I know the exact cause of the tension. I can't blame Mick as he has a legacy to live up to. I just hope that the pressure doesn't get to him as it did with me.

"I'm sorry Morgan," Mick breaks the silence. I don't know why he is apologising when he can't help it. There is a lot that can go wrong. Plus his last name might end up being a curse considering the mess that was last season.

"Don't worry about it, Mick. It's your first race for Ferrari and you don't want to ruin it," I counter. It is something that I understand. I find myself reaching for his free hand. I should be telling him off for using one hand to drive however I know that he has everything under control. My reassurance seems to do the trick. For some reason, my mind drifts to how proud my grandpa would be. It reminds me of the pride that I could see in Michael's eyes.

"Is there anything wrong?" Mick brings me back to reality.

"I'm just thinking. Our last names are a blessing and a curse at the same time. Of course, the best thing about them is the fact that they brought us together. Which made us better people," I explain. Mick nods in agreement.

"You're right," Mick replies. He owes a lot to his father in the same way that I owed a lot to my grandpa. It doesn't take long for us to reach the paddock. It is there that Mick and I go our separate ways. There is a lot that I need to do and the sooner I start the sooner Mick can do his thing. After an hour and a half of work, the time has come for the last free practice before the first qualifying session of the season.

"I'm ready when you are," Mick announces as he joins me. He already has his helmet on. I notice the hint of a smile as I help him get comfortable for the first free practice round. After a brief pause, I sent him out. With that out of the way, I head to my spot between Mick's lead engineer and Charles' lead mechanic. After fifteen minutes of Mick and Charles gathering data, I notice that Mick has set two purple sectors. That means he will set the fastest lap of his first free practice. As soon as the thought crosses my mind he crosses the line with Three purple sectors.

"Mick you've just set the fastest lap," Mick's lead engineer announces via the radio. After fourteen minutes of driving, Mick brings the car to a stop in the garage. As soon as he does, my team and I descend into the car. With some help, Mick is quick to release himself from the car. It is then that I notice the hint of a smile. It doesn't take long for Mick to remove his helmet and balaclava to reveal a massive grin.

"I was right. Everything is fine," I remark as I get to work on making the required adjustments.

"With me or the car?" Mick asks even though he knows exactly what I mean. I decided that I am going to fall for it anyway.

"Both," I retort. To be honest, seeing Mick happy with the car makes me feel satisfied with what I am doing. The only thing that needs to happen is for Mick to set a good lap for qualifying. That will happen tomorrow. After an hour of work, Mick has decided to treat me. I am the tiniest bit annoyed as I wanted to spend the night relaxing. In all fairness, it is the two of us alone so it shouldn't be too much of an issue. Luckily for us, it doesn't take long for us to reach a nice restaurant. As soon as we sit down I notice that Mick is a little more relaxed now.

"I just don't understand why I was nervous," Mick remarks.

"It's your first race weekend in the Ferrari. It's fine," I responded. To be honest I know exactly how Mick feels as I felt the same on my first day. I just put it down to the fact that I have a connection with the team. Although Mick has it worse than me as he is a driver. At least Mick seems happier working with Ferrari. Like me, he has had his fair share of dramas.

"You seem more worried than I do," Mick breaks me out of my thoughts.

"Well the thing is it's your first race and I can't exactly control what you do with the car. You will be fine though," I reassure him. The truth is there is a lot that can go wrong. It is the day after and the time has come for the worst part of the weekend. Qualifying. My eyes are glued to the broadcast as Mick manages to go purple in the first sector. Max responds with purple in the middle sector. However for the second time today, Mick sets a purple third sector. After ten minutes of back and forth between Mick and Max, the countdown has hit zero and the chequered flag falls.

"Mick you are on pole," His lead engineer remarks. I am quick to notice that Max is yet to cross the line which means there is still a slim chance that Mick will be starting in P2. As soon as the thought crosses my mind Max crosses the line. Thankfully Mick's name doesn't budge from the top of the timesheet.

"Thank you," Mick responds. I can hear the pride oozing from his voice. The mood on the pit wall grows more relaxed. To be honest the hard part will be getting the car around the track tomorrow. At least I know that Mick has the best chance possible to win. I am not going to celebrate until the race is over.

It is the day after and it is an all-hands-on-deck situation. I am currently triple-checking everything. For some reason, I feel like I've missed something. The truth is the only thing that's needed is the driver. I check my watch to find that we have thirty minutes before the race. Since there is nothing that I need to do I find myself in the hospitality area. My mind soon wonders about the possibility of Mick winning. The thing is he will have a hard time keeping Max behind him. Speaking of Mick, he joins me in the hospitality area. He has an apple in his hand. Unlike me, he seems calm about the whole situation. Well, he'd be used to it by now.

"Mick, are you ready?" I find myself asking despite the fact that the answer is probably yes.

"It depends on whether or not the car is ready," Mick gives his standard response as he tucks in. Well, then that means the answer is yes. We are quick to make our way to the garage. Despite the nerves, I am feeling confident that everything is done. After thirty minutes of waiting the time has come for the race to start. The only noise that can be heard from the pit wall is the sound of twenty engines revving. My eyes are glued to the broadcast as the lights go out. I notice that Mick has gotten a good start however Max is glued to his tail. That is exactly what I expected.

"Come on Mick," I find myself uttering as Mick starts to inch away. After the longest forty-five minutes of my life the time has come for the first and hopefully the only pit stop. There is however a debate going on between Mick's new lead engineer Andre and the new strategist.

"Andre, you should box Mick now for hard tires. Something tells me that Max will be exchanging the hards he's on for mediums," I voice my opinion. I may not be an engineer or a strategist but I do have one thing in my favour. I know Mick's driving style. Besides, the gap between Max and Mick is big enough for Mick to keep the lead at the moment.

"Ok fine," Andre gives in.

"Mick box this lap," Andre announces via the radio. With that announcement, Mick comes into the pits. As soon as he does the pit crew descend on the car. Luckily for Mick, the pitstop is flawless. After an hour of tense racing, I find myself holding my breath. The reason? Well, Max is going to try a late lunge. It is painfully close. I find myself releasing my breath as Mick is able to defend as the pair round the corner. As soon as Mick crosses the line a cheer erupted from the garage. Mick has won his first of hopefully many races.

"How did you know that the hard tires would last that long?" Andre questions me as we make our way to the Parc Ferme area.

"Call it a hunch," I responded. To be honest I really didn't know whether or not it was going to work or not. It has been an hour since then and the team is still riding high on the joy of Mick's first win. Despite that, there is a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that something wasn't quite right with that performance.

"Are you sure that there is nothing I need to do before the next race?" I've been locked in an argument with Mick. It's nothing too serious but I need his input.

"Unless you found anything in the data. There is nothing that needs changing," Mick responds. Ok, then I'll leave the car alone till we race in Jeddah. Since there is nothing that I can do I decided to leave the car in the capable hands of the logistics team. I find myself leaving the garage with a slight smile on my face. Sure I have a nagging feeling that something is going to go wrong however today's race proved that we have the potential to do well. As I excuse myself I notice that Mick has a lustful look on his face. I'll have to pay him back when he gets back. The thought makes me giggle.