It has been a couple of days since the team arrived back in Italy and Fred has decided to be nice. He has given everyone who was at the race a much-needed day off. I put it down to the fact that there is not much to do till next week. I am looking forward to having a chance to explore Maranello. You'd think that I would have explored already but I've spent most of my downtime either at home in Austria or with Mick in Switzerland. Speaking of Mick, I am meeting him at a cafe near the factory since he decided to do some sim work on his day off.

"Sorry I took my time. I was enjoying my walk through Maranello after all I don't really get much time to explore," I announce my presence as I take the seat opposite Mick.

"Don't worry about it. You need to enjoy yourself," Mick says as he passes me the second cup of coffee. He is right. At least he understands why I took my time.

"Hey Mick I've been meaning to ask you something," The thing is I've been noticing a look on Mick's face for the past couple of days. It's as if he is thinking about something. I wanted to ask him when we were on our way back to Maranello however it slipped my mind. I just hope that he is not bothered by the question. Still, I need to get some answers just in case it is something negative.

"You know you can ask me almost anything," Mick is quick to reassure me.

What has been troubling you for the past couple of days?" I come out and ask since there is no better way of asking.

"Well I need your thoughts on something but I'm not sure how I should ask you," Mick responds. Ok, that is interesting.

"Mick, I don't think a question is going to scare me," I remarked. The thing is I've seen two horrific crashes. One of them even involved Mick. It could be worse. I notice that Mick is squirming in his seat. That can only mean one thing. It has to do with our love life.

"How would you feel about marriage?" My eyes widened. That is a question that I haven't really thought about. To be fair the name Morgan Schumacher has a ring to it.

"I wouldn't say no but the issue is I need to give it some thought before I seriously commit," I responded. The truth is getting married is one of the biggest commitments that a person can make. However, I am dead certain that Mick is the person that I am destined to spend my time with. The last three years have proven that. It is at that moment that I decided I am going to get some advice from someone who has been through marriage. That person being Mick's new PR officer. I discreetly sent her a text asking if we could meet this afternoon. Luckily for me, she can. After thirty of chatting with Mick the time has come for us to part ways. After another hour of wandering, I make it to a different cafe where I meet with Evelyn Myers. Alongside Charles, she was the one who helped me gain my confidence back after leaving Haas.

"Thank you for coming and sorry for the inconvenience," I remarked.

"You're just lucky that Fred gave us the day off. Anyway, what do you need help with?" Evelyn quickly gets to work on seeing if she can help me.

"Well, Mick asked me about my feelings about getting married. The thing is I don't know what's going to happen if Mick gets hurt," I voice my concerns. The thing is I don't mean like Austria 2021. I mean suffering similar injuries to my father. Thinking about it now makes me inwardly shudder. Physical wounds heal relatively quickly however mental wounds take longer. That is something that I have learned the hard way.

"That's fair, however, I know for a fact that you two love each other. Anyone can see it," Evelyn counters. She's right. Mick and I will be able to work through our problems as they arise.

"Evelyn, you don't understand. Mick's already been through a lot and I know I can't live with the guilt if I end up adding to it," I find myself not backing down. Honestly, I'm scared of what's going to happen yet there is nothing that I can do about it.

"Morgan, you don't need to be scared. You just need to put some faith in yourself and Mick," Evelyn counters with another good point. To be honest I don't know why I'm struggling with this dilemma due to the fact that I'm going to say yes when Mick inevitably proposes. I put it down to the fact that I am worried about the negatives of something going wrong.

"You're right. Thank you for listening," I thank her.

"Don't worry about it. I'm happy to help," Evelyn replies with a motherly smile on her face. There is a part of me that is glad that I became good friends with Evelyn after she helped me find my feet at Ferrari. The thought makes me smile a little. After fifteen minutes of various conversations about different topics, Evelyn and I have decided to part ways. I find myself heading to the hotel since I have done everything that I want from today. After only five minutes in the hotel, my mind is still hung up on the idea that Mick will propose to me any day now. With that thought on my mind, I call the one person that can help me.

"Was ist los Morgan (What's wrong, Morgan)?" My mum answers. I can tell that she is a little concerned.

"Nun, ich denke, Mick wird mir irgendwann einen Antrag machen und ich bin mir nicht sicher, was passieren würde, wenn ich ihn verletzen würde (Well I think Mick is going to propose to me at some point and I'm not sure about what would happen if I hurt him)," I realise it is a stupid concern after all we have been together for three years and there were few issues between us.

"Morgan, ich kann Ihnen sagen, dass ich ähnliche Gedanken hatte, als Ihr Vater mir einen Antrag machte, und ich sagte trotzdem zu, weil ich wusste, dass ich keine weitere Chance bekommen würde. Ich schlage vor, dass Sie die Chance ergreifen und nicht loslassen (Morgan, I can tell you that I had similar thoughts when your dad proposed to me and I said yes anyway because I knew I wasn't going to get another chance. I suggest that you grab the chance and not let go)," My mum advises. She is right. The truth is I am never going to meet another guy like Mick without leaving Formula 1. Don't worry I'm not going anywhere.

"Danke Mutter," I thanked my mum before hanging up. It is a relief to know that everyone I've talked to seems to be on my side. With the thought of Mick proposing to me the week flies by. The next thing I know is that I am in Jeddah on race day. Unfortunately Mick suffered from technical gremlins during qualifying which means he is not in the optimal position for today's race. The frustration is flowing through the garage. I am of course the main culprit. I am struggling to find an issue with the car. Luckily for us, my team and I were able to isolate the problem to the brakes. The downside, well we can't tell if it is a software issue or a mechanical issue.

"I've looked at the data myself and I think the brakes are well within working limits," Andre is trying his best to defend himself. Fred seems just as determined to fix the problem as I am.

"Morgan, you've inspected the car, what do you think?" Fred turns his attention to me.

"Well, Andre is right. I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary but I did make some tweaks just in case," I inform Fred of the situation. An interesting thought crosses my mind as Mick joins us. I can tell that he is still not happy about yesterday. I inform him of the tweaks that I made to the car. It seems to cheer him up a little.

"Thank you, Morgan," Mick replies. The good thing is the others seem happy that I was able to deal with it. After a tense hour of waiting the race has finally gotten underway. I find myself sinking into my seat as I know for a fact that the brakes may not last the whole race. After ten minutes of racing disaster strikes. Mick locks up trying to avoid the Alpine of Esteban Ocon. Unfortunately Mick cannot recover in time. I wince as the car contacts the wall.

"Sorry guys I screwed up trying to avoid Ocon," Mick uses the radio to apologise. At least the car kept him safe. I release a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry Mick. It happens," Andre responds. At least he understands that Mick is like any other person when it comes to mistakes. After ten minutes we got the car back to the garage. I quickly look at the data as I have a hunch as to what happened. Bingo. If only I found it before the race. Sure it looks like another language but I have a vague clue as to what it means. After ten more minutes of working on the car, I've decided that I am going to check on Mick. I am quick to find him. I notice that he is angry with himself.

"Sorry about that," Mick apologises again. He looks like a sad puppy dog.

"Don't worry about it, Mick. The crash uncovered what was wrong with the brakes," I announce. The thing is I wish Andre and I could have fixed the issue before the race.

"What do you mean?" The look on Mick's face changes at the thought. He cheers up a tiny little bit.

"I looked through the data before I decided to check on you and it turns out that it was a software issue," I explain as I pull Mick into a hug. After a solid minute with this arrangement, I pull myself free. Unfortunately, I have work to do. Sure the ending of this week wasn't the greatest however it was made better by the idea that Mick might propose to me at some point. I personally think he will do it when we make it to Austria for the Austrian Grand Prix.