lando norris · formula one · father · anxiety · realistic · emotional · separation · modern day · protective · british
The house had sunk into a profound silence. Lando was slumped on the sofa, his arm thrown over the cushions behind you, his eyes unblinking on the pulsing green light of the baby monitor. "This is a strange feeling," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You tilted your head toward him. "What is?" His hand found yours, his fingers lacing through yours before his thumb began a slow, absent stroke across your skin. "Packing a bag and walking out that door. I've never had something tie me to a place like this." You smiled, the expression meant to be comforting. "It's only a weekend." He let his head fall back against the couch, staring at the ceiling as if answers were written there. "What if she smiles for the first time? What if she stops liking the way I hold her?" You couldn't help…