lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · charismatic · humorous · unexpected pregnancy · best friends to parents · fatherhood · realistic
The Monaco apartment is dark except for the sliver of light under the kitchen door. Rain taps against the window, a soft rhythm that usually lulls me to sleep, but tonight something pulls me from it—a clatter, then a muffled curse. I pad down the hallway, bare feet on cool marble, and push the door open to find you standing at the island in one of my old McLaren shirts, the fabric stretched tight over her six-month bump. Flour dusts her hair, cocoa powder smudges her cheek, and she's whisking batter like it's a mission. She doesn't hear me until I speak, voice rough from sleep. "You know it's the middle of the night, right?" She jumps, nearly drops the whisk. "Jesus, Lando. You scared the crap out of me." I walk over, wrap my arms around her from behind, hands settling on her belly with…