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Obsessed with baby Norris!!! Do you think you could cook up some hurt comfort for us? Or even a sick baby Norris xx

sick day

lando norris x daughter!reader

summary: for the first time, baby norris picks up a bug, lando has to cope with his darling girl feeling under the weather

w/c: 1.2k

warnings: vomiting!!!! not super graphic but if you have emetophobia and feel like this may not be for you pls don't feel the need to read :)

a/n: on a writing spree atm, idk what's happening to me

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Generally, you were a pretty healthy child, much to Lando’s relief, he’s not sure if he could manage seeing you ill. It would probably be harder for him than you. You manage to charge through your first 18 months of life without having any major illnesses, maybe a cough or a snotty nose here and there, but all toddlers have a cough, it’s a rite of passage. 

When you turn about 1 and a half, Lando enrolls you in a playgroup, somewhere that you can go whilst he works, where there are people to look after you and play games with you. You can make new friends, and he can meet more parents, you both love it.

However, it doesn’t seem to occur to him that the playgroup is literally a walking germ fest. A room full of 1-3 year olds who’s favourite activity is to stick their grubby hands into anything and everything that they see. Therefore, it comes as a bit of a surprise to him when you fall ill, and he doesn’t really know how to cope.

You normally come to wake him up as soon as the sun has started to think about rising over the horizon, jumping on his bed with a ‘daddy!!!!’, and shaking him awake. This morning, however, Lando wakes up before he even hears a peep out of your room. He doesn’t think much of it, presuming that it’s probably because you stayed up a little later last night, and you had had a long day the day before. 

He goes to the kitchen to start making some breakfast, deciding to let you have a little lie in, maybe he’ll drop you off at playgroup a bit later today. Unfortunately, his plans are all halted when you finally come into the kitchen, pale and in tears.

“Daddy, I don’t feel good…” You mumble, rubbing your tear filled eyes. 

“Oh god baby… you don’t look super well… come here, let Daddy feel your forehead..”

You toddle over, slowly, the usual spring that you have in your step gone, your walk turning into more of a slump than anything. As soon as you get within reasonable distance of where he is at the kitchen counter he scoops you up into his arms, placing the back of his hand against your little forehead. 

He winces when he can immediately tell that you’re feverish, “God, you’re burning up angel…” he mumbles, “Do you feel like you’re gonna be sick?”

He curses in his mind when you reply with a weak nod, “Okay baby, we’re gonna get you nice and comfy on the sofa, not gonna go to playgroup today I don’t think…”

You rest your head on his shoulder as he carries your fragile form over to the big sofa, gently wrapping you up in a nice fuzzy blanket.

“Is there anything that you want, baby? Some water?”

You just shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut as if you were trying to will the illness out of your body. Lando’s heart hurts at your desperate form. 

“My poor angel…” He sighs, running a hand through your messy hair, “Daddy’s gonna stay with you all day, okay? You’re gonna start feeling better…”

That prompts a small smile from you, you like the idea of having a whole day with him, but it’s nothing compared to the normal grins that you flash at him when he suggests something like that. 

For a while you two just sit on the sofa, you going in and out of slumber whilst resting against his chest. At one point he decides that even though you’re not feeling great, you should probably eat something, if not your energy would collapse completely. 

Detaching himself from you, he places a kiss to the top of your head, heading into the kitchen, passing by the discarded breakfast from earlier, and grabbing you just a plain slice of toast, he didn’t want you having anything too flavourful, worried that it would just make you feel even more ill. 

He returns with a glass of water along with the toast, “Baby, can you try to eat this for me, please? It might make you feel a bit better…” he asks softly. 

“‘M not hungry daddy..” You mumble back in response, your little hands clutching tightly onto the blanket that you’re wrapped in.

“I know darling,” he sighs, “but you still gotta eat… just a few bites for me? Please?”

He comes over to sit back next to you, ripping off a small bite size portion of the toast, and coaxing it into your mouth. You reluctantly accept it, chewing it slowly and seeming to have a bit of a struggle to swallow, but you manage it in the end, which gives him a slight sense of relief. 

Although you manage a few more pieces of the toast, it doesn’t take long until your sick body decides that you can’t take it anymore. This leads to the first trip to the bathroom of the day, Lando’s heart breaking as your little body shakes with your retching. 

After cleaning you up, he takes you back into his arms, carrying you back over to the sofa, “Try to go to sleep, my darling… you might feel better for a nap…”

You give him a slight nod, snuggling into your plethora of blankets and pillows, starting to doze off. As you sleep, he rubs your hair, his chest aching with sympathy of how you must be feeling, his poor, darling, angel girl…

By lunchtime you seem to have improved, albeit only slightly, still feeling horrible, but you can stomach a couple bites of a plain biscuit without needing another trip to the bathroom. At this point, Lando is more worried about how hot you’re getting, even though you demand that you’re very cold. 

Much to your dismay, he grabs an ice pack to put on your head, to help and control your rapidly growing temperature. As much as you hate it, it does help to make you feel a bit better.

“That a bit better, my love?”

“‘S cold daddy…”

“I know my love… but the pesky bug has made your body all hot, we gotta cool you down, don’t want you going up in flames!”

You let a slight giggle out at that, giving hope to Lando that you’re feeling at least a little better, if you’re able to laugh at him. 

For the rest of the day, Lando stays by your side, letting you watch all the cartoons that your little heart desires on the TV, pretending to be just as interested in them as you are. 

When it reaches dinner time, you are definitely much perkier, giggling almost like you do when you’re fully healthy as Lando pulls funny faces at you.

“Daddy…”

“Yes, my angel?”

“Can I be sick everyday?”

“Everyday? My love, why would you wanna feel yucky all the time?”

“Cause I could be with you all day… watch cartoons…”

He nearly breaks down in tears right then and there.

“Oh, my angel, you’d get bored of me eventually… you wouldn’t get to go to playgroup! Wouldn’t be able to see all your friends!”

You hum, seeing his point, “But I like having a daddy day…”

“I like it too, baby…” He smiles, pressing numerous kisses to your forehead as he holds you close in his arms. “Daddy loves you, okay? You don’t go forgetting that…”

“Love you more, Daddy..”

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a/n: tysm for reading!!! requests are always open x

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I would love one of baby Norris most viral moments that would be iconic

who is this diva?

lando norris x daughter!reader

summary: lando is apprehensive about posting his daughter online, but when he does, the world loves it. a collection of small moments that the fans adore.

w/c: 1.4k

warnings: none!

a/n: maddie's active era???????

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A hotshot F1 driver having an unexpected kid right in the peak of his career was practically gold dust for Formula One fans. As soon as word got out that you were born, the super keen fans were already in every comment section in any relation to Lando begging to see a picture of his newborn.

Ever the protective dad, Lando refused. He wanted to keep you private, you were the most precious thing in his world, he wanted to keep you to himself, keep you safe away from the prying eyes of the fans. 

He was also struggling with learning how to be a single dad. He was still young himself, and now he was in charge of an entire person, it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. He was beyond lucky to have his family and friends there to help him, but looking after you still took a lot of his time, delaying the process of actually introducing you to the world.

At one point he thought that it would be a good idea to show you to the world by bringing you to a race, meaning that he wouldn’t have to make a whole instagram post about it. His mom, however, quickly shut that idea down, ‘The paddock is no place for a 6 week old, Lando.’

He knew that at one point he would have to make a post acknowledging your existence, but there always seemed to be something holding him back.

It wasn’t until your 4 month birthday that he finally posted you onto his instagram. It was a simple picture of you in a little bear onesie, next to a big ‘4’ balloon which you’re looking at with a lot of distaste. In spite of this, it came with the caption, “We all love the number 4 in this house!!”

The most immediately explodes. It quickly becomes his most liked post, hell probably the most liked post in the entirety of F1. This is what he was scared of, he hated how much attention that you were getting, you were still a baby, and now north of 5 million people knew who you were. 

After that, he didn’t post you again. His comments were still filled with people asking where you were, how you were doing, what your name was. He ignored all of them, trying to keep you as private as possible, but he should’ve known that that was impossible from the get go. He was an F1 driver, it wasn’t going to be a piece of cake to hide an entire child from his fanbase. He was scared of even leaving the house anymore, in fear that the paparazzi would follow and people would get more pictures of you.

The first picture of you got leaked a few weeks before your first birthday. He should’ve been expecting it, he’d brought you to your first race. You were sat in the private hospitality with his family, going in through the back entrance so that no one would see you, but someone had obviously found their way into the suite, and snapped a picture, posting it, and quickly seeing hundreds of thousands of views.

It made Lando feel sick to his stomach that he couldn’t protect your privacy. He got in contact with some lawyers, who managed to get the picture taken down, you were a minor after all, people weren’t allowed to take photos of you, but he knew that this wouldn’t stop people taking pictures of you.

After your first birthday (which involved a lot of tears from him) he decided that the only way to stop people trying to find and post so much about you was to take matters into his own hands.

It wasn’t everyday, or even every week for that matter, but he started implementing pictures of you into his usual posting schedule. Sometimes, it would be a picture of you within a photo dump from a race weekend, maybe a story of you in your pushchair whilst the two of you were out on a walk. 

It worked as he hoped, people were less eager to get sneaky pictures of you, and he was able to feed them pictures of his own choice. In some way it was actually quite nice to get to share you with the world, you were his favourite thing on the planet.

You soon began to gain your own fanbase, people grasping onto every picture that Lando posted of you, commenting about just how adorable you were. Some of their favourites included:

A picture of you on Lando’s ski trip with Max F and Pietra, all wrapped up in a baby moncler jacket, sat down in the snow with the biggest grin on your face. 

A picture of you in Ibiza on summer break, wrapped up in a little towel as you built a sand… castle? Sculpture? It wasn’t clear. 

But their favourites were the videos that Lando posted. 

‘Who’s cap have you got on, baby?’ 

You giggle in the background, crawling around on the floor, with a blue cap that’s much too big for you covering half of your face. ‘Calos!!!!’

‘Carlos?’

‘Calos!!!!’ You squeal

‘Why not daddy’s cap, angel?’

‘Calos!!!!’ You screech, suddenly charging as quick as you can forward, but since you have a Williams cap covering your face you’re about to go right into a table.

‘Oh shi-’ The video hears Lando say, before it cuts out as he rushes to stop you from giving yourself a concussion.

–

You’re a bit older in this one, on the plane home after Lando had just won a race.

‘How was the weekend, baby? Good?’

‘Good, daddy!!!!’ You beam, as he holds you in the lap, holding the phone in selfie mode so that you’re both on the video.

‘Yeah, what was your favourite part?’

You think long and hard about this one, ‘Leo!!’ You eventually squeal. Charles and Alexandra had brought the little dog with them that weekend, and you had gotten the chance to meet him. You were immediately enamoured, refusing to leave the Ferrari garage so that you could cuddle with the dog.

‘What about Daddy winning? Was that not good?’ He tries

You shake your head, stubbornly, ‘Leo!!! You win all the time!’ You retort, going back to colouring in your animal colouring book.

Lando shows that to the camera for a second, before returning to his face, and he gives them an exasperated look, then kissing you on the forehead and ending the video.

–

In the fan’s favourite video, it’s not Lando filming, but you. The camera is far too close to your face, too little to understand how to properly film a video.

You’re giggling and running around the house, before stopping to show the camera your toys.

‘This is rabbit!! She likes strawberries, like me!’ You show the camera a light grey, slightly tattered rabbit that Lando had gifted you when you were first born. 

‘This is panda, she likes broccoli, but I don't…’ You say that you love strawberries so much because rabbit does as well, so Lando decided to tell you that your panda likes broccoli, in an attempt to get you to eat the vegetable, but it did not work. 

‘Oh this is my car! It looks like my daddy’s car but it’s better!’ You show the camera a mini Mclaren, perfect sized for you, you’re about to get in it when a voice appears from the background of the recording.

‘Baby, have you seen my phone?’

You pause, ‘No?’

‘No? Why’s it a question, angel?’ He says suspiciously, coming into the room, appearing in the background of the frame. ‘Oh are we filming videos here?’ He coos, lifting you into his arms and taking the phone from you, turning off the video.

You both go off and do other things for a while, but he finds the video again just before he goes to bed, he watches it back, silenting swooning about how sweet you are. He decides to post it, thinking that it would be sweet for everyone to see how cute you are.

The world goes wild over the sweet, domestic video, it’s all Lando sees on his timeline for at least two weeks. But he’s not angry, he’s so happy that he gets to share your happiness with the world.

~~~

a/n: thank you for reading :D

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Can you please respond quicker to your requests? I send one multiple weeks ago

ahhh i'm so sorry!! i've got quite a few requests that i'm working through atm!! but i promise that i'm trying my hardest to get through all of them :)

school has been so annoying recently, so i took an unexpected break and i'm so sorry if you feel that your request has been discarded, but i'm trying my best to get them all done x

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Hi I love your blog. Quick question. I'm also a big fan of @ari-ana-bel-la and wanted to know if you two are writing stories together or something because your stories have the same context as hers (not in a bad way). Did you get inspired by her or she by you?

Could you ever imagine making a collaboration with her? I also asked her the same question and would be very happy if you two would reply!

I mena no harm, I'm just curious!

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hi!!! i also love love love love her writing and you guys should definitely check it out!!!!

i'm pretty sure we both started writing at about the same time and with similar content - f1 x daughter!reader. honestly I think we both just had the same idea at a similar time, i didn't discover her writing until about a month into my blog. because we write similar things, I assume that our reach is very similar, and probably get similar requests, which could explain why our contexts are similar!!

I would be honoured if she took inspiration from me, but i think that that's probably not the case, and i think we're both just writing similar things :)

i really don't want her or anyone to think that i'm copying her!! she's an incredible writer and both of us just write the same kinda niche thing 😁😁

if she's up for it i would 100% do a collab :)

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just found your blog and I’m completely obsessed!!! thank you so much for writing such great pieces 🫶 can’t wait for more

omg thank you so so so so much :') more is coming i promise, i'm going on a fam holiday and i'll bring my laptop

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heyy I just found your blog, your writing is honestly amazing, congrats 💕💕

I wanted to send a request but I just needed to check before, do you write for Paul Aron perhaps?

👉👈

oooo i don't know loads about him but i could def try!!

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MADDIE IS BACK, LFG CHAT!!

YEAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

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Idk why that ask was so abrupt about the deer?? It’s okay Maddie 🤍 I’m sure half the people didn’t even notice, I know I didn’t

hahahah thank you 🩷🩷

they were just asking i’m sure they didn’t mean any offense!

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Reading all your fics again, so glad you’re back

awwww thank you baby 🩷🩷

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Maddies back yay!!!! I’ve been waiting for you to come back 🩷

i’m so happy i’m back!!! 😁😁

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Missed your writing ❤️

missed writing for you guys 🩷🩷🩷

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plutoslastwords...

welcome to my blog!

masterlist

get to know maddie!:

age- 18

star sign- cancer

fav drivers- ln4, gr63, op81

pjo cabin- 7!

hogwarts house- ravenclaw

fav animal- penguin 🐧

blog rules:

please please please please be kind, no hate is tolerated here!!!

i'll try my very best to answer every ask i get, but i won't answer any that i think are inappropriate. i'm here to write fun little stories, i don't want to get into anything too inappropriate.

love you all!!!! have a great day :)

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maddie's masterlist!

who i write for:

any f1 driver that you guys request!! but you can probs tell that my fav to write for is lando!!

what i write:

anything that you guys request, but mostly dad!drivers! :)

lando norris:

lost and found - daughter!reader

bring your kid to work day (gone wrong) - daughter!reader, featuring oscar piastri

stream sniper - daughter!reader

koala time - daughter!reader

shark week - daughter!reader

new favourite - daughter!reader, featuring carlos sainz, charles leclerc

milestones - daughter!reader

who is this diva - daughter!reader

sick day - daughter!reader

oscar piastri:

leads, letdowns and lollipops - daughter!reader, featuring lando norris

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requests are open!

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Hi please can you do Oscar!dad toddler sees him crash or something

leads, letdowns and lollipops

oscar piastri x daughter!reader, lando norris x piastri!daughter!reader

summary: baby piastri sees her dad take quite a big crash, a strange man in orange calms her down

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: description of an f1 crash

a/n: first time writing for anyone but lando... but he still makes an appearance

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A Formula 1 race doesn’t really make much sense for a 3 year old. As intently as you’re watching, you just can’t quite grasp everything that is going on.

It is the Melbourne Grand Prix, which daddy told you means that it’s his Home Race. You don’t know what that means, but he said that it was important to him, which means that it’s probably important to you as well. 

You don’t particularly enjoy watching your Daddy race, you much prefer when he holds you, talks you through what's going on when you watch replays on the TV. As much as you love your Auntie Hattie, it’s not the same as when Daddy holds you close, soothes you when you get antsy.

“You’re daddy’s starting on pole today! That means he’s starting at the front…” Hattie coos at  you, you just look at her, shooting her a slightly confused nod. You think that starting at the front sounds like quite a good thing, but you’re not completely sure, everyone looks very stressed. 

“Is daddy going to win?” You murmur to her, looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes, carbon copies of your father’s. 

“I hope so, baby, he’ll be very happy if he wins, and we want your daddy to be happy…” You nod more convinced at that, you do want your Daddy to be happy, so you also want him to win. 

You shift the big headphones on your head before the race starts. Daddy says that you have to wear them because it gets very noisy when he races, and also you’ll be able to hear his voice super loud through them, even though he’s out on the track. As much as you want to be able to hear Daddy’s voice, the headphones are very big and very heavy for your little head, so it takes a lot of adjusting. 

When the formation lap starts, your Daddy is in the lead, so naturally you cheer for him, Hattie explains to you that they haven’t actually started racing yet, ‘this is just a warmup, baby!’, which you don’t really understand, but you quiet down. 

Finally, the race actually starts. The people around you cheer, Daddy is still at the front, so you let out an excited giggle.

“Daddy’s at the front, does that mean he’s won?” You ask Hattie excitedly, tugging at her shirt as you rest in her lap.

“Not yet, baby, he still has to do quite a few more laps of the track”

“Oh. How many, how long until Daddy wins?”

“About 50 more, so maybe another hour and a half?”

“Oh, that’s quite a lot…” You mumble. You’re not sure if you really want to watch this for another hour and half, nothing very exciting is happening.

Another few laps pass, you sit quietly in Hattie’s lap, watching the orange car on the screen. At one point Daddy passes another car, which confuses you, you thought that Daddy was meant to be at the front?

“Why is Daddy going ahead of that red car? I thought he was first?”

“That’s Lando, baby, Daddy’s teammate, they drive the same car, but Lando was in 3rd, but now he’s 2nd..”

“Oh… I like Lando” You smile, Lando had given you a lollipop this morning, going straight into your goodbooks. 

It’s about half way through the race when two cars at the back have a bit of a squabble, causing some people near you to take in sharp breaths, breathing out in relief when it’s certain that no one is hurt.

What no one was expecting, however, was a piece of debris to stay on the track, not on the racing line, but definitely there, to cause a lot of damage.

Oscar comes racing past the next lap, on set to win the race with the pace that he’s going, when he falls just slightly off the racing line, nothing that would be of any issue normally, but today he goes straight over the piece of debris.

This causes a chain reaction of unfortunate events. In the space of about 5 seconds, someone is yelling ‘Puncture!!!’ Then Daddy is spinning and then he’s straight into the wall, the car in all sorts of pieces.

Everyone around you gasps in horror, Hattie tightening her grip on you, taking the headphones off of your head so that you can’t hear Oscar’s radio in case of the worst. However, the lack of headphones opens your ears to the noises of the garage, people are shrieking, shouting, hand over their faces, calls of ‘is he okay?!’, ‘is he replying?!’.

Your Grandma has a hand clutched over her mouth, a look of pure horror on her face, the orange men in front of you all sporting looks of equal distress. You put the pieces together that something is wrong. Daddy is in that broken car and he hasn’t come out.

All hell breaks loose. Tears immediately well up in your eyes, as you start sobbing into Hattie’s shoulder.

The race is red flagged, the driver’s all coming back into the garages.

Whilst you’re buried in Hattie’s chest, Oscar does come out of the car, causing everyone to release a sigh of great relief. His condition, though, is still unknown. He looks slightly shaky as he gets out of the car, and is whisked straight into the medical car.

You come out of your hiding place when an orange car comes back into the garage, a man with a strange yellow helmet getting out of it. That’s not Daddy.

“Where’s Daddy?” You sob to Hattie.

“He’s just at the doctor’s baby… He’s okay, I promise, everything’s okay baby…” she tries to soothe, but it’s clear that she doesn’t fully believe the words coming out of her mouth, causing you to sob harder. 

As the family sits with baited breath, you sobbing, the lollipop man from before comes over. You see him talking to your Grandma, probably trying to tell her that he’s okay, he saw the crash and he’s probably a bit winded but he’ll be fine. Although it manages to soothe your Grandma and aunts, you’re not one bit comforted, tears still freely flowing down your cheeks. 

He comes up to you, taking you from Hattie’s arms, bouncing you on his hip. “Hey sweet girl… your Daddy’s okay, I promise…”

You shake your head, not at all convinced.

“No, no, angel, he sent a message to Tom, you know Tom, and he told Tom that everything was okay, and he was okay. They’re just gonna run a few checks to make sure..”

You look at your discarded headphones, Daddy said that you’d be able to hear him through them, but you’d taken them off. Maybe there is a chance that the strange lollipop man is telling the truth.

“Wanna see Daddy…” You sniffle, your sobs subsiding.

“Yeah? Let me find someone who can take you to see daddy, okay?”

You shake your head, pouting, “You take me to see Daddy.”

“Oh, angel, I’ve gotta go back to the race in a few minutes… But I promise I’ll find someone super nice to take you to go and see Daddy, okay? What about Mark, you like Mark?” He gestures to Daddy’s manager, Mark, who looks like he’s getting ready to go to the medical centre to check up on Oscar.

You give the lollipop man a slight nod. You do quite like Mark, but the lollipop man is being very kind, soothing you almost as well as Daddy does, you don’t know if you want to leave him.

Lollipop man smiles, handing you to Mark, who holds you tight as he walks to the medical centre. He’s talking to a lot of people on the way, you get the sense that he’s quite important.

Finally, you reach the medical centre. The person at the front takes one look at Mark Webber with a crying child in his arms, and just lets you both in, not wanting to pick a fight today.

Mark takes you through a few corridors until you see Daddy. He’s on a bed, sitting up and talking to a man in a white jacket, the doctor you think, still in his racing clothes.

“Daddy!!!” You squeal, lurching yourself out of Mark’s arms and sprinting over to where Daddy is, hauling yourself onto to bed and snuggling right into him.

“Oh, hi bug…” He strokes your hair, a soft smile forming on his face, “What’re you doing here?”

“Wanted to see you!! Y-you had a big crash!! I was scared Daddy!!” Your wide eyes threaten to spill tears again.

“Oh, baby… no, no you don’t have to be scared…” He lifts you up and into his lap, stroking your back soothingly, “Daddy’s okay, see, ‘m right here, angel…”

“The lollipop man said that you were okay… but I didn’t know…” You sniffle

“The lollipop man?”

“He’s got a weird name, Daddy” Oscar lets out a little laugh at that, Lando, most likely.

“Yeah? Did he look after you?”

“Yes Daddy! Do you think he’ll give me another lollipop?”

“Another? I don’t know baby, have you been a good girl…” He coos, his crash completely forgotten now that you’re back in his hold.

You nod your head rapidly, to which he just laughs at. How could he ever deny you anything when you’re as cute as that…

“You can have all the lollipops in the world, baby…”

You grin so hard he’s worried that your face might split open. “I love you Daddy!!!!”

“I love you so much more, my baby…” He says soothingly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

~~~

a/n: two posts in a week?? who is this girl

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just went back and read all your fics love them so so much you have a beautiful talent

thank you so so so much that means so much 🥺🥺❤️

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Maddie please come home the kids miss you, hope you’re okay!

im back!!!! missed the kids too xxx

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Missing your fics hardcore!! Hope you’re okay 💗💗💗

tysm ml ❤️❤️❤️ im back now i promise!