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The Aftermath || LN4 {Epilogue}

Pairing: Lando Norris x widow!reader Summary: Equilibrium is found and the new year brings more than just one new beginning. Warnings: 18+ only, smut, fluff, pregnancy, mentions of dad!PND WC: 2.7k

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Pre-season Testing - Bahrain The door to the hotel room opened and Lando’s keys jingled as he tossed them on the kitchen table before he called out to you. Following the sound of your voice, he nudged the bathroom door open wider to see the spa bath overflowing with bubbles and the candles flickered from the draft of the door.

“Hi baby,” you greeted as you tipped a few drops of lavender oil into the water.

Lando used the heel of his shoe to kick the door closed behind him before pulling his shirt over his head and crossing the tiled floor. “Hi,” he breathed across your nape as he grabbed your hips and pulled your back flush against his chest. “Is this for me?”

You tipped your head back on his shoulder and peered up at him with a lazy smile. “Only if you let me join you.”

His hands untied the bathrobe and he tugged it from your body when he stepped back, biting his lip as his eager eyes traced your body. He couldn’t undress fast enough, carelessly shoving his jeans down his legs and kicking them to the corner of the room before stepping into the bath and sighing with contentment as he submersed himself in the hot water. “Come on then, love,” he invited as he held his hand out for you, his wedding band catching the lights. “Waited all day for this.”

Lando looked completely relaxed as he rested his head back on the lip of the bath and his hands ran up the smooth expanse of your calves when you stepped in. A mischievous smile played as his lips when he reached the back of your knees and tugged. You squealed with surprise as you started to fall towards him before his large hands caught your waist and safely lowered you the rest of the way until you were straddling his hips.

“Not funny,” you chided with a little laugh as you splashed him with water.

He wiped away the water with a laugh before you draped your arms around his neck and kissed the short hairs along his jaw that had grown back since he shaved earlier in the morning. The last twelve hours had been long but there was a light in his eyes that had been regenerated behind the wheel of his race car in the middle eastern heat.

“I told you I won’t let you fall,” he reminded, turning his face to meet your lips.

“But then you made me fall in the hardest way,” you teased, and his face looked a little smug as you whispered, “in love.”

“Yes, I did,” he smirked. His hand wet your hair as he cupped the back of your head and drew you closer so he could deepen the kiss and you felt his body stirring beneath yours. “That’s exactly how I plan to keep you for the rest of my life.”

“Speaking of life, there’s not much longer we can keep this one secret…”

Lando’s smile grew as you sat up and the slight swell of your abdomen became more noticeable. You thought your period hadn’t returned because you were breastfeeding Ren. It wasn’t until her first birthday when the smell of the strawberry cake made you rush to the bathroom that you found out you were pregnant. Almost four months along, in fact.

Lando had been overjoyed at the news and, once the shock wore off, you were too.

He had been due to start weaning off his medication before the new season began but with the slight curveball his doctor had suggested waiting a while longer. It had meant letting the FIA know what he was taking since everything showed up in the drug screening but it didn’t come as a shock since he had been open with everyone about his diagnosis of postnatal depression and anxiety.

Lando had begun taking the anti-anxiety medication shortly after his sudden retirement announcement at Imola and, after a few tweaks to the dosage, he found his overactive thoughts calmed and he started to feel less like a passenger in his own body. You had your husband back and he found his confidence once more.

“So we don’t,” he said as his thumb traced one of the many stretch marks on your stomach before his eyes travelled up your body to meet yours. “You are so beautiful, my love.”

Lando’s hand drifted down over your hip and between your thighs, his thumb circling your clit until your head fell back with a soft moan. “Are you sure?” you asked before you lost all ability to think.

“That you are beautiful? Absolutely.”

Goosebumps broke out as he teased the column of your neck with whispers of kisses, his breath warmer than the touch of his lips. “Lando…”

He pulled back and you lost yourself to his fathomless eyes as his smile faded and seriousness shaded his features. “I’m sure, love.”

Excitement at the thought of sharing the happy news had you lean forward and deepen the kiss as you rose on your knees. Lando’s hands glided over your skin to reach your hips, gripping them as he guided you down over him with a satisfied moan, your body stretching to welcome him.

You grabbed the edge of the bath and he watched with half-lidded eyes as you slowly rode him, the water gently lapping at the marble walls of the bath. There was no rushing or haste, Renleigh was with Grandma Maria and there was no place either of you needed to be other than in this moment.

“Are you going to tell me how the car ran?”

His lips curled up into a proud grin and the teasing circles of his thumb shifted as he applied pressure where you needed it most, your back arching in response as he tested your ability to multitask and concentrate. “She’s a rocket, love. I can’t wait to get back in there tomorrow.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the pleasure both his body and his words gave you. His passion for racing had returned with the combination of counselling and medication and to hear it in his voice brought you an incredible amount of joy.

“This is it,” he continued, his voice a little breathless as he felt your core tightening around him. “I have a good feeling about this year.”

Warmth spread through your body and the waves slapped at the lip of the bath as you rocked your hips faster. “Me too, baby. This is your year, I can feel it.” Your words faded to incoherent moans and your knees clamped around his hips as your pleasure peaked.

“I know what you're feeling…” Lando gave a husky chuckle as he cupped your ass with both hands and ground his hips up into you with his own release. “All me, baby.”

The bath water was nearly cold by the time you got out. It had been far too comfortable laying back in Lando’s embrace, his hands resting on your little bump. It was too soon for him to feel the small kicks that you could but he held it just in case.

“We should get going,” you interrupted the peace and quiet.

Lando groaned as you got out of the bath, all too happy to stay in the bath all night if it meant he could hold your body against his. But he also missed Renleigh and for her he pulled himself up and accepted the towel you held out.

You weren’t sure you were going to make it out of the hotel room when he saw the dress you wore. The material was tight in all the right places and you could see the ideas floating through Lando’s mind as he twirled a finger until you gave him a little spin.

“I need to learn some French from Maria,” he uttered after he rolled his tongue across his bottom lip. “There’s so many English words to describe how beautiful you are, but it’s still not enough.”

“You hit 30 and turned into an old sap,” you teased as you tossed him the room keys.

“You hit 30 and turned into a milf,” he shot back with a wink as he swaggered towards the door but you caught him by his belt as he passed by you.

“You think you can call me that and get away without backing it up?” you asked as you tugged him closer and captured his smirking lips in a searing kiss. You pulled away breathless before you could wrap your legs around him and gave him a small push away that made him chuckle.

“Hormones got the better of you again, love?” he asked knowingly as you fanned your face and narrowed your eyes at him.

“Just walk behind me,” you ordered as you opened the door and stepped out. “If I look at you I’m going to try to jump you in a maintenance closet or something.”

Lando’s laugh followed you the entire way down the hall but there was no way you could avoid looking at him when the elevator doors closed. A smug grin split his face as he leaned against the mirrored wall and crossed his arms. “Feeling okay?”

You shot him a dirty glare that only amused him further and just to throw fuel on the fire he reached up to stretch his back with a satisfied sound that should have been reserved for the bedroom. The tanned skin over his toned abs peeked out as his fingers touched the ceiling and you swallowed at the sight before turning your back on him.

“Now you’re just being mean,” you murmured, meeting his sparkling blue eyes in the mirror.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Thankfully the hotel was wider than it was tall and it didn’t take long to reach the lobby floor where Maria was just arriving for the evening event after enjoying the day with Renleigh.

“Where’s Zak?” Lando asked as he lifted a wriggling Ren into his arms. Now that she could walk she had no interest in being carried and squirmed until he reluctantly placed her feet back on the ground.

“You know how it is with time zones, Indycar starts this week too so he’s just catching the end of that practice,” Maria shrugged, well and truly used to her husband up at all hours for meetings with his other McLaren race teams. “He’ll join us shortly.”

“Ow, fu-udge,” Lando almost swore as he cupped himself, his teammate popping out from behind him guilty of the childish act they never outgrew.

“Sorry,” Carlos laughed unapologetically as he kissed your cheek. “I had to get him back for earlier.”

“You can hit him all you want now,” you said with a wave to your husband who had the tenacity to look betrayed, despite his actions in the elevator.

“You must have really pissed her off, ay ‘mano,” Carlos tutted with a shake of his head.

“No,” Lando groaned as he straightened up and righted himself with a shift of his legs. “I just don’t need my bollocks anymore, thanks for that mate.”

“But I thought you wanted…what!” Carlos’ eyes widened as he looked at you, stepping a bit to the side so he could see your profile before his hand flew to his mouth. “¿Estás embarazada? You’re pregnant?”

“Almost half way along,” you confirmed as Lando smiled proudly. “You’re the first outside of the family to know.”

Carlos’ excitement burst free in a torrent of Spanish as he picked Lando up in a big hug before scooping up Ren. She didn’t fuss like she did with you and Lando, instead she was too busy trying to steal the gold chain that hung around Carlos’ neck.

“Outside of the family,” Carlos scoffed at Ren. “What is your mama talking about? I’m Tio Carlos. Say it with me, Ti-o Car-los.”

“Ti-ti!” Ren babbled with a clap of her hands.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Lando smirked. “His name is Uncle Titty. Good girl.”

Carlos rolled his eyes and continued to try to get your daughter to speak. “Ti-o, Tee-ooh, Tio, ah, we’ll work on it.”

More drivers soon arrived at the first event of the year and Lando was greeted warmly by them all. Though the medication had quickly made a difference to him, he hadn’t changed his mind about retiring until the end of the season - after months of exploring his fears and thinking with a psychologist and sharing them with you.

Zak had been relieved to hear the news that he was going to return, especially when he also told Lando that Carlos was returning after hearing rumours he wanted out of Ferrari. The two had good history and worked well as a team so there wouldn’t be any of the usual teething problems that came with breaking in new teammates. It was Zak’s dream team for winning that elusive Constructors Championship and with Max having retired from Formula One there was a real shot.

Lando looked around and you saw the little slump of his shoulders when he remembered he wouldn’t find Max. The five time World Champion was probably enjoying his retirement on his super yacht along the Amalfi Coast or playing in a Fifa tournament. But, no matter what, they always found time to hang out and get brunch at least once a month when they were both in Monaco at the same time.

“It’s weird isn’t it?” Carlos asked, having looked for him too when the Red Bull drivers arrived.

“Weirder than when Lewis and Nando left,” he muttered.

A waitress circled with a tray of champagne flutes and Carlos plucked two up, bypassing you and Lando to hand it to Maria. There was only a small look of longing that Lando had as the flute passed by but he wasn’t allowed to drink with his tablets and the one time he had ignored that advice has left him with his head in the toilet bowl after only two shots.

“We didn’t grow up with them though, I think that’s what makes it strange.” Carlos took a sip of his drink before spotting Charles on the other side of the room. “Now we are the old dogs.”

“Speak for yourself, mate. How’s that going?” Lando asked, noticing the same stiffening in Carlos as you had.

“It is what it is,” Carlos sighed before finishing the rest of his drink to build up the courage to talk to his old teammate. The two hadn’t left on the greatest of terms, since Carlos had inadvertently blamed the fact that Ferrari held favouritism towards Charles as the main reason for leaving. “I should go talk to him.”

Carlos kissed Ren’s head and carefully removed his necklace that she had tangled around her fingers before passing her to Lando.

“Good luck,” you wished him with a smile as you rubbed his arm. “If it comes to a dust up in the car park, Nurse Norris is pretty good at patching people up.”

He managed a small laugh and relaxed a little knowing that at least it was something that would never happen. There had often been tension between the two throughout their years on the same team, sometimes more than the level it was currently at, so he was fairly certain that this too would blow over.

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist as you watched Carlos leave before scanning the crowd of both new faces and old. “Glad you came back?” you asked as you rested your head on Lando’s shoulder.

“Yeah, couldn’t have done it without you.” You felt his smile against your cheek that he pressed to his, watching the crowd grow from over your shoulder. He started to pull away for a moment as Renleigh darted off to a familiar face but he caught himself before he could become the helicopter parent. It was Zak she had barrelled towards and was carrying her back on his hip.

“This is where you belong,” you said as you squeezed his hand. “It’s your oxygen.”

Lando turned you in his arms and shook his head as he tipped your chin back to hold you captive with his eyes. “You’re my oxygen, love. You, Ren, this little one,” he swore as he cradled your bump. “I love racing, but I can live without it. I need you to survive.”

The end…

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