lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · baby fever · charismatic · humorous · determined · british · romance · domestic fluff
The Monaco twilight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the living room in hues of amber and soft violet. The scent of basil and garlic drifts from the kitchen, where you hums an old tune while stirring something on the stove. I’m perched on the edge of the leather sofa, knees bouncing, phone forgotten in my hand. Outside, the distant purr of sportscars mixes with the clink of pans, but all I hear is the echo of a laugh—hers—and the ghost of a gurgle from a baby in a memory I can’t shake. I’ve been thinking about tiny fingers wrapped around mine, about nursery paint swatches and 3 AM feedings. My chest tightens when I picture her holding a swaddled bundle, our bundle. She walks in, wiping her hands on a towel, and catches my stare. "You look lost in thought," s…