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Take Out & Teasing | EA69 & LN4 (ft. EJ21 & MV1)

Summary: Lando trying to take care of his pregnant wife and plan dinner with his in Laws turns into a teasing session for Max.

Author’s Note: Hi there! This is a lil snippet from my F1 DR that my best friend ( @shellybee456 ) and I wrote about our OC’s after they get married. Both girls are racers in the grid and are sisters.

~Elena Camille Jimenez~

Elena is Emilie’s older sister,she has been racing since 2018 with Mercedes, took a break from 23-25 to be Emilie’s Race engineer for Redbull then joins Ferrari in 2026. Elena was born Feb. 7th, 1997, she is the same age as Max and Charles and raced in karting with them. She is Spanish and Monegasque.

~Emilié Rosalie Auclair~

Emilie is Elena’s younger sister, she started racing in 2022 with Redbull taking over Checo’s seat. She races with them until 2025 then races with Andretti in 2026. She wins the 24, 25, and 26 WDCs. She takes a break in 2027 when she gets pregnant with Lando. Emilie was born on Sept. 3rd, 1999. Emilie is just Monegasque because the girls have different dads.

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April 2027

Melbourne, Australia

"Émmie?" Lando called out as he entered their hotel room, only to be answered with silence.

A bit surprising considering Gearbox usually greeted him at the door irregardless of what Émilie was doing.

A quick search found Émilie curled up in on the couch fast asleep, Gearbox only lifting her head to receive a few head scratches.

The days of constant travel and lack of caffeine had finally taken its toll, leaving her utterly exhausted, enough so that she'd finally admitted defeat that morning and stayed at the hotel to nap, letting him go to the track and media day by himself for the first time since the season had started.

Clearly, Gearbox had picked up on it too if the Australian shepherd hadn't even gotten up to greet him.

He watched her for a few moments, unable to stop the way that a small smile crept across his face. Émilie was always pretty, but she looked truly beautiful asleep like this, features relaxed and the evening sun casting her in a golden hue.

She was wearing one of his McLaren hoodies, her hair tied up in a now loose bun with the blanket pulled up to her shoulder.

Lando moved closer and knelt down, placing a light kiss on her hair.

She made a little noise and burrowed further into the bedding, hiding from the cool air of the room.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he rose to his feet, Gearbox hopping off the couch, following him into the bedroom to change out of his team kit and into comfier lounge clothes.

While in the bedroom he texted Elena and Max, letting them know that Émilie was sleeping and that he'd ask about dinner later. Gearbox rested her chin on his knee.

It was silly really, but sometimes he couldn't believe he was in a relationship with Émilie. Like a genuinely real one, not the stupid friends-with-benefits-ignoring-their-feelings thing they had going for so many years. Not just that, but they were actually married. And Émilie was pregnant with their baby, a little girl.

It made him giddy still, just thinking about it. They'd have a baby by summer break and less then 2 years ago they weren't even talking to each other anymore.

He checked on her again once he'd changed, still finding her asleep.

Lando hummed to himself and moved into the small kitchenette, picking an apple and peanut butter from the counter with the intention to cut it up and eat it. Once she awoke he'd ask about dinner.

Halfway through he considered the fact that she probably hadn't eaten in a while, so he grabbed another apple to cut up for her.

Halfway through the second apple(the first still wasn't finished) he cut his finger, which meant a trip back to their room to dig through Émilie's bag to find her first aid kit for a plaster.

Once he'd cleaned and covered his cut, Lando returned to the kitchenette and cleaned up the blood before returning to his task of preparing a snack for them.

While he continued his task, arms wrapped themselves around his torso and a weight was rested between his shoulder blades.

He couldn't stop himself from grinning, "Hi princess." He was rewarded with a noise more like a bear then his wife.

Continuing his task, Lando finished cutting up the apples, shuffling a bit in her arms to grab two bowls, placing the apple slices and a spoonful of peanut butter in separate bowls.

Once everything was finished, he turned in Émilie's arms, cradling her face in his hands to give her a soft kiss before grinning at her.

"Hi."

"Why do you have a plaster on?" Emilie yawns out cutely when she notices it on the Brit’s finger.

He grimaced and showed her his finger, which made her wrinkle her nose. "I promise i didn't get anything on the apples, plus i cleaned the knife before continuing."

She sighs and tucks her head under his chin. "What am i going to do with you?" He shrugged, "I'd say marry me but you already did that."

She snorted and pulled back to give him another kiss before letting go and grabbing the apples. "Come on."

He followed after her, arching a brow when he realized she was not just wearing his hoodie but also a pair of his sweatpants.

"Are those mine?"

She paused and looked down, making a face when she looked up, "I need to buy new clothes."

He sat down and winced on her behalf before pulling her down into his lap. Lando peppered her in slobbery kisses, his arms wrapped around her waist keeping her from attempting to run away from him. "I like you in my clothes."

He grinned at her, when she gave him an unimpressed look, setting the apple bowls on the side table and wrapped her arms around his neck placing her own kisses on his cheek, "you're a menace."

He opened his mouth to say something but then his stomach growled, interrupting the moment.

She laughed at him before reaching over and grabbing an apple slice that she fed to him.

"I was supposed to ask you what you wanted for dinner." He explained once he swallowed.

She hummed and offered him a shrug, "There's an Italian place nearby that Oscar and Logan like that I've wanted to try, we could order that."

He nodded and grabbed her phone off the side table and handed it to her, "Use my card."

"I made more than you last year." She mumbled, looking up from the restaurants website on her phone.

"But yet that hasn't stopped you from requesting my card in the past."

She made a noise of indignation and smacked his chest, both of them laughing.

Their phones buzzed and Émilie looked at the message, muttering under her breath in French. Lando placed his chin on her shoulder and read the message, snorting.

Elena: do you want us to pick up dinner and bring it over since Em is sleeping?

Elena: and pregnant... 🤭

Émilie: fuck you too Lena.

Elena: oh you're awake.

Elena: what do you want for dinner?

Émilie: I want chicken parm and Lando wants chicken Alfredo.

"I do?" Lando remarked raising his eyebrow at his wife.

The smartass remark earned him an elbow to the ribs.

Émilie: and Mia wants fucking Tuna.

Max: are you sure Lando will still want to kiss you if eat fish?

Elena: The real question is, are you sure he's gonna want to keep the kid if she's a fish eater?

"She's got a point." Lando murmured, "I don't know if I can accept our baby if she eats fish."

Émilie groaned, "I hate you all."

He laughed, pressing a kiss to her neck. "My parents would kill me if I they didn't get to meet their newest grandchild. You know how they are with Mila and Athena.”

She sighed and looked back at the chat.

Émilie: he doesn't get a choice if he wants to keep up with his family, his parents would disown him and keep me and Mia.

Lando huffed indignantly, nipping her ear before grabbing his own phone, "behave Émmie."

Lando: Slander and lies, don't believe a word she says.

Max: Unfortunately, the only lies I see here are yours, buddy.

Elena: do the lies include her dinner order?

Émilie: I'm going to kill all 3 of you if my fucking Italian isn't here when you 2 shit heads get here.

Lando gasped, placing a hand on his chest in mock offense. "Wow and from my own wife."

Émilie huffed and set her phone down, ignoring whatever his sister-in-law retaliated with.

"If they don't bring my food-"

"Our food-"

"I am going to strangle her and leave Max a widower and Ferrari without their second driver." She pressed on, completely ignoring his correction.

"Violent."

She huffed, "you should have married someone else if you wanted a passive wife."

She paused a moment before patting his bicep, "now tell me about the day while we wait."

An hour later there was a knock at the day, and Émile shifted off Lando's lap so he could answer.

"We have your food!" Max called as he an Elena entered the hotel room. "Please don't hurt us."

Émilie rose to her feet and joined them all in the kitchen, eyeing the grocery bag on the counter with contempt before hugging her sister and brother-in-law.

"I'll decide what to do with you after I eat."

They ended up spreading out in the living room, Elena and Émilie on the couch while the boys pulled chairs in from the dining room.

"So, what's the latest gossip in the paddock?" Émilie asked once they'd all settled.

"Rumor has it Charles isn't driving for Ferrari next year." Elena said, making both Émilie and Elena stare at her.

"No way." Émilie gasped, not seeming to care about the food she flicked onto the floor when she leaned forward. "He's been with them forever!"

Gearbox happily cleaned it up.

Elena nodded, "I know! When I was in contract talks with legal they didn't mention him like they normally did. And when I asked about him they side stepped my question."

She paused and watched Gearbox, "they also asked who else I'd like to drive with if given the opportunity."

Lando tilted his head, "who'd you say?"

"Freddy."

Émmie smiled, clearly happy with that statement. Lando couldn't help himself from also smiling.

She was so pretty when she smiled like that, cheeks dusted pink in happiness.

"You know seeing you both so helplessly in love with each other now makes all those years of listening to Lando pine worth it." Max grumbled, distracting Lando's train of thought.

"Hey-"

Elena scoffed and ignored Lando, "if you thought he was bad you can not imagine what Émilie was-"

"I literally have so much dirt on the both of you," Émilie interrupted. She pointed her fork at Elena, "I'm your sister," she pointed the fork at Max, "and I was your teammate. I suffered the most."

Max turned a bit red, "I wasn't that bad." Lando snorted, "yes you were. Especially after she started dating Oscar." Émilie huffed, "that was bad, and I was getting an earful from Logan about it too."

Max was bright red at this point, pointedly not looking at his wife. "Ok so maybe-"

"There were so many times we were on the phone together and Max would just waltz into your drivers room and start complaining." Lando talked right over Max, not caring that his brother-in-law was trying to talk. "It was good gossip."

"All I wanted was a few minutes of peace with my fiancé and instead I got to play therapist to my ex-boyfriend." Émilie grumbled, pulling a pillow into her lap. "While on the phone with my fiancé!"

Elena was doubled over laughing now, "oh my god you were such a dork! I can't believe you went to my sister of all people about your feelings."

"And Charles." Max mumbled, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment, "and Danny. Lando too I guess."

"Awe that's so sweet, you were such a lovesick dork." Elena giggled, wrapping her arms around Max's neck, then kissing his cheek. Max turned his head to kiss his wife fully. Knowing that he was helplessly in love with her and even if they would tease him forever at least he had her to himself now.

Gearbox whined and attempted to shove her nose between them, making everyone laugh.

“Well I guess that’s our queue, let’s go eat dinner.” Elena chuckled as she pulled away from Max to go get dinner ready. She could already tell it was going to be a great night.

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