lando norris · formula one · father · anxiety · realistic · emotional · separation · modern day · protective · british
The house exhaled into silence. Lando sat on the couch, arm draped over the back, eyes locked on the baby monitor’s blinking light. “Feels weird,” he murmured. You tilted your head. “What does?” He rubbed your hand. “Leaving. Never had something make it this hard.” You smiled. “It’s just a weekend.” He leaned back. “What if she changes? What if I miss it?” You laughed. “She’s two weeks old. She sleeps and cries.” He traced your ring. A cry pierced the walls. He was up instantly. “Got her,” he whispered, ascending the stairs. You watched from the door as he lifted her, rocking with instinctive grace. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he soothed. Later, he sat on the bed, phone light illuminating her face. “She won’t know I’m gone.” You hugged him. “Sh…