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[not-magdi]

(Not so) Quiet Evenings

Summary: Lando is alone with his son for the first time

Warnings: None, just so high risk of a baby fever

Words: 1.1k

A/N

I wanted to thank you for 1k notes on Little Update. So I wrote another dad!lando to thank all of you! <3

(I wanted to put a picture with him and a baby here but this was way too cute to not post❤️)

Carmen and Lily invited you to a small baby-free get-together. Nothing too big, just the three of you sitting together, relaxing and letting loose for a bit.

This whole thing was actually Lando's idea. He wanted to get you out of the house for a bit, sensing that you needed a little break from being a mama bear.

So he asked Lily if she could invite you over to catch up and keep your mind off of things a little. Of course, she said yes, already starting to plan the second Lando asked her. 

So now the Brit is sitting on the couch, watching you rush through the apartment to grab everything you need.

"Baby, you're gonna be fine, trust me. It's just Lily and Carmen."   

Halting your movements, you turn to him, your phone in one hand and your keys in the other. 

"I know it's just I want this to be perfect. It's been so long since I went out."

Lando stands up and makes his way over to you, stopping right in front of you. 

"You're going to be ok. Enjoy your night. Me and the little muppet are going to have a great night."

Lando strokes your arms, kissing your head to calm you down. 

"Speaking of the little muppet." You turn around and grab a piece of paper from the shelf behind you. "I wrote you a little list so you don't get overwhelmed by being alone."

Lando takes the paper and reads through the different points. 

Try to feed him before bed. So he sleeps a little bit longer( milk is already in the bottle) 

Bath him (use the blue and the green bottles on the sink) 

If he gets fussy, play the F1 intro. (Works every time!)   

Try to get him to bed around 7:30 p.m. 

You're going to do great. You're a super dad, and I believe in you. 

"Aww, you're cute." 

Wrapping his arms around you, he wishes you a lovely evening and practically pushes you out the door. 

Now, standing alone in the quiet apartment, a feeling of nervousness creeps up in his body. He grips the list you gave him a little tighter and makes his way into his son's room. 

Gently opening the door, he smiles at his son's sleeping figure, cuddled up in his little cot. Lando walks into the room, approaches his son and gently takes him into his arms.

Henry wakes up and looks at his dad with his adorable big blue eyes, cuddling himself into Lando's shoulder. 

Lando strokes his back to settle little Henry in his arms again, feeling the soft material of his little bear pyjamas between his fingers. 

"Well, hello there, little man. Slept well?" He asks, earning himself a happy gurgle. 

"I take that as a yes." 

He carries Henry into the living room, asking him all sorts of questions on the way.

"You also think that nobody needs fish, right? Say nothing if you agree."

Hearing complete silence from the sleeping baby in his arms, he looks down to find Henry in a deep slumber again. He laughs a little at how much they already have in common, being able to sleep everywhere. 

The two continue to cuddle for a bit. Lando tells him all sorts of stories until he feels Henry getting restless on his chest. 

"You getting hungry, little bud?" 

Henry lets out a whine, grabbing the shirt he lays on with his little fists. Lando strokes his back to settle him again, and stands up to grab a bottle from the kitchen. 

"How does Y/N do that?" 

In the kitchen, he currently tries to heat the bottle while holding the baby in his arms, which turns out to be more complicated than he thought, with a squirming baby in his arm.  

"How about- no, that's not going to work." 

"And if I just- nope, also not." 

After some time, he finally figured it out. He stuck Henry into his hoodie and held him with one hand while he prepared the bottle with the other.  

Now, he is sitting in your bathroom waiting for the water to be the perfect temperature. 

Let's say feeding didn't go quite as planned. The food was everywhere except Henry's mouth, on the floor, on Henry, the curtains, but mainly on Lando. 

So, now that both of them needed a bath, he decided to kill two birds with one stone. 

The water is warm enough now, so he grabs little Henry and climbs into the tub. The warmth engulfs their bodies as he lays down. 

"Yeah, that's better. Admit it, you just wanted to bathe with me."

Henry gives his dad a toothless smile and splashes him with water. Lando giggles at his son's antics and grabs the soap to start washing him. 

After he washed himself and the baby, he got both of them dressed. They are both dressed in matching quadrant hoodies, something Max gifted him as Henry was born. 

Land decides the world needs to see how unbelievably cute he and Henry look, so he takes a picture and posts it on his story. 

Millions of messages arrive to him in a matter of minutes, but he ignores them and makes his way over to Henry's little nursery. He is fighting to keep his little eyes open, so Lando decides it is time for him to call it a night. 

The second he lays him down in his crib, he starts to whine, not liking the loss of his father's warmth one bit. 

So Lando picks him up again, walks to the living room and sits on the couch. 

"You don't want to sleep yet, do you?" 

He coos at him and bounces up and down to settle Henry a little. Happy to be in his dad's arms again, he settles back down and closes his eyes. 

"Oh, so now you wanna sleep? Little evil genius, you got that from your mom." 

Not wanting to wake him up, Lando decides to stay on the couch and watch some TV until Henry is sleeping deep enough. It doesn't take long for Lando to doze off, one hand on his son's back and the other under his butt, having him in a safe grip. 

And that's exactly how you found them two hours later, cuddled up on the couch, the TV playing in the background.   

Smiling to yourself, you take out your phone and take a picture of the two of them, definitely posting that later. But for now, you walk up to them and cuddle yourself to your perfect little family.   

[russellsppttemplates]

Carrying it all on your shoulders (Daniel Ricciardo)

Juggling two kids without Daniel proved to be harder than you thought

Note: english is not my first language. I don't get requests for Daniel that often, and dad!Daniel is very fun and cute to write!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: reader's self-doubt and low self esteem associated with motherhood and parenting, exhaustion, curse words

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"Y/N, are you sure you want to do it? I'll do it no problem", your colleague assured you, "even one of the interns can do it, Y/N! Seriously, go home earlier!", she offered.

"I can do it", you added, crossing over the task you had completed on your post it note and writing two more down, "Sophia just started her ballet class and Alice's nursery had a pantomime today so they're keeping the kids for a little longer", you winked at her, gathering the documents and getting ready to complete the task.

Lately, this was your routine. Drop the girls at school and nursery, head up to work, pick the girls up and drive home before homework, playtime, dinner time and then the bedtime routine. When Daniel was still home, it was usually him doing the school and nursery runs so it wasn't like it added a lot to your routine, but it requires more juggling than you initially thought.

By the time you finished the tasks, you were the only one left, shutting down your laptop and closing all of the doors once you had your belongings all packed into your bag, finally calling it a day and heading to your car.

Picking a very sleepy Alice from nursery and then a pouty Sophia from her ballet class, you tried your best to not bother the youngest one, "how was your class today, princess?", you wondered once you stopped at a red light, turning around slightly so you could look at your daughter's face.

"It was okay", she stated, remaining unusually quiet all the way back home as she looked outside the window.

"I'm going to put Alice down for a little nap and then I'll go and help you with your homework, okay?", you said to Sophia as she set her backpack down near her desk, "I don't have any today", she said, closing the door behind her as you walked to Alice's room, laying her down on the mattress and kissing the top of her head, feeling it warmer than usual.

"Oh, babygirl", you cooed, grabbing the thermometer from the medicine cubby and putting it on her ear, silently hoping it was just you.

A minute later, the result showed she was beggining to develop a fever. Sighing, you stored the thermometer in its box and got the medicine from your bathroom, grabbing the syringe to put it in her mouth when you managed to waker her up without a big fuss.

"I know you don't want this, baby", you cooed as Alice stirred in her sleep, big brown eyes looking up at you with tears welling up on them, "take this for mummy, okay?", you pleaded, "you'll feel better, my love", you said, holding her on your arms so she could fall asleep again.

The tiredness came over you pretty quickly, making you sit on the rocking chair, closing your eyes for a little bit and taking a deep breath. Because she was your second child, you didn't feel like the first time Sophia got sick. While in the first time, you ran around like a headless chicken, ready to bring her to the emergency room and messaging her pediatrician until both your parents' and Daniel's parents assured you and your husband you were doing just fine. So far, she didn't seem to bothered by it, just sleep, so you allowed yourself the moment to rest with her, rubbing her back and showering her with kisses and a good cuddle.

"Mummy?", Sophia asked, knocking on the door of her sister's room to announce she was coming in, "what are we having for dinner?", she asked, taking in the sight of you and her sister.

"Oh", you noted, not having given it much thought until that moment, "we can have spaghetti bolognese, I'll just have to boil some pasta - I think we still have some of those heart shapes pastas daddy brought home the other day -, or we could have some chicken nuggets and rice if you prefer that", you offered, thinking of the meal plan meals you had in the fridge as you didn't feel like cooking everything from scratch tonight.

"The spaghetti bolognese is fine", she whispered, coming closer to you and kissing her sister's hand, "is Alice sick?", she questioned.

"She has a bit of a fever, it's probably something she picked up from in nursery, you used to get these every now and again, too", you explained, brushing the curls away from her eyes, "she'll be fine though. Are you feeling okay, beautiful girl?", you checked with her, wanting to be prepared in case both kids came down with this bug.

"I feel fine", she assured you, kissing your cheek before she saw you get up and grabbing the sling, wrapping her sister against you, "do you want to help me with the pasta then?", you smiled, stretching your hand so she could grab it and you both could head to the kitchen.

"I'll set the plates", Sophias offered, making you kiss the top of her head as a thank you and going back to stirring the pasta while the sauce warmed up in another pot.

You ate the food in a quieter environment that usual, and while the reasonable voice in your head told you that it was due to the fact that everyone was a little tired, the snarky and mean one made you feel guilty.

As you washed up the pots and plates from dinner while Sophia spent some time watching cartoons on TV, your mind took you to the mom guilt feelings, rewinding back to all of the times in the last two weeks where you didn't spend time with either of them separately, all of the times where you had to rush to get out of the house all in one piece and all of the things you weren't doing well.

"Soph", you called, "I'm going upstairs to put Alice down, is there anything I can do for you before I go?", you wondered.

"Can I have your phone so I speak to daddy, please?", she asked, "he hasn't called today", she reasoned, "take it from my pocket, bub", you said, tuning your back to her slightly so she could retrieve the device from the denim material, "call me if you need anything, okay?", you checked with her, "okay, mummy! Night night, Alice, I love you", she waved at her sister who blew her a sloppy kiss.

Sitting down on the sofa, Sophia pressed Daniel's contact, smiling at the love heart on the contact despite having seen it many times before, "hey!", Daniel said, a little surprised to see the little girl's face instead of yours.

"Hi daddy!", she smiled, "mummy is putting Alice to sleep so I thought I'd talk to you for a bit", she said, "I have something to tell you".

"Oh, okay, tell me then", Daniel concerned, sensing that what your daughter wanted to tell him was something troubling her.

"I'm confused", she began, "do you remember that book you and mummy read to me and Alice? The one with the monster who is now doctor?", she tried as Daniel nodded.

Anna Llenas was one of your favourite authors for kids' stories and you always read them to your family. The way they spoke about their emotions and how to deal with them became a great tool to get them to talk openly about how they felt and Sophia seemed to be getting it.

"Yes, baby, what about it?", Daniel asked.

"I feel confused, because today I didn't really want to go to the ballet practice but I did it anyway", she said, "so I was really quiet and my friends noticed it, the teacher, too. And mummy, I think she's upset with me, too", she admitted.

"Well, do you remember what the turtle nurse did in the book?", Daniel questioned, "she had her first aid box full of things that make her heart feell warm and good", Sophia mumbled, "go and get it then, princess", Daniel urged.

Sophia pulled the box from under the sofa. The premise of the activity on the book as simple: the kids had to make a box full of things that helped them regulate their emotions and feelings when they felt confused, sad or anxious. While Alice was still too little to make one, Sophia loved the arts and crafts aspect of it and spent the whole afternoon with Daniel making her perfect first aid kit.

"Do you remember what we do with the bee drawing?", Daniel guided, "we take a big breath in, and then a big breath out", he exemplified, doing it three more times with her before speaking up again, "do you feel better?".

"I do, daddy", she said, fishing out something out of the box, "this is the pillow we made with mummy, she sewed it with my favourite soft fabrics", she smiled at the memory, rubbing it on her cheek, "and a picture of us, look!", she showed Daniel the frame with the picture of the first race Alice attended, the four of you in front of the motorhome with big smiles.

"That's right baby, we can also dance it out a little if you want", Daniel offered but she shook her head, showing him the empty bottle of medicine, "this is the 'No medicine', right?", she checked with him. The bottle was of course empty, but the idea was there.

"That's right! Sometimes we have to say no when we don't want to do some things", Daniel advised, remembering the story well enough without having the actual book in front of him, "to adults, we have to be more careful because there are things that we can't run from, but for your ballet classes, for example, you can say you don't want to go if you don't want to, sweetie", he told her earnestly.

"Okay daddy", she whispered, taking another deep breath with her finger following the wavy bee line on the drawing.

"Promise you'll tell me or mummy whenever that happens?", he asked, "I promise, daddy", she smiled, seeming calmer and happier now.

"That's great, Soph. I'm very proud of you for telling me that", he complimented, "Can I ask you about mummy, princess? Is she still upstairs?", he checked with her, not wanting her to think he didn't care about her anymore.

"Yes, daddy", Sophia smiled before pouting, "she's a little tired, and yesterday I think she was crying. I know I wasn't supposed to be up, but I forgot Snuggles by the door", she explained, mentioning her stuffed teddy that she loved to sleep with, "and when I went to pick it up, I heard mummy sniffling, she was doing it quietly but I heard it still", she told him.

Your daughter confirmed his suspicions. Before he left, you spoke about how you were going to handle two kids and your job, and while at the time it seemed good, the practical side of the conversation looked to be otherwise. He called everyday and he noticed you looking more tired each day, but he justified it on the adjustment. Eventually, there would be a day that you finally adapted to the routine, but that was wishful thinking.

"Soph, are you still on the phone with daddy?", you called from the corridor, loud enough for her to hear but quiet enough that it wouldn't disturb Alice in the sleep you worked so hard in getting her to.

"Hey, gorgeous", Daniel said as you appeared on the screen as Sophia handed you your phone back, "I'm going to get ready for bed, mummy, I'll wait for you when you can read my bedtime story", she smiled, kissing you cheek and saying goodbye to Daniel.

"How was your day?", he asked, "busy busy, but it's over now. Things are going at full speed. Sophia was a bit quieter when she arrived, but she seemed better - no need to rub it in that she's a daddy's girl -, and Alice has caught the bug that has been going around", you shrugged your shoulders, "her temperature is slowly cooling down, and other than that, she's fine", you sighed, "and yours?".

Daniel told you about his meetings, not wanting to pester you too much as he could sense the tiredness you felt, "I'll let you go rest, though. Have a good night, gorgeous", he blew you a kiss before your face disappeared.

Opening his laptop, he looked for a flight that would make him arrive just in time for school pick up, "I can't stay for the rest of the week", Daniel said to the members of the team on the meeting room, "Y/N and the girls need me back home, so if that's okay with you, we'll do these remotely", he half stated, looking for any signs of discontentment or disagreement.

As soon as he got the green light, he couldn't wait to finish that sponsorship content meeting, filming everything he needed to as quickly as possible before bidding goodbye to everyone, going back to the hotel room and pack everything up so he could go to the airport. A long flight away from his wife and kids and all would be well.

Alice didn't sleep all that well, and in turn neither did you, so you called in to work to let them know that you would be working from home as best as you could since your little girl was staying home for the day. Sophia seemed well that morning when you dropped her off at school, soothing your heart from the worries that had plagued you.

"It's me and you, baby girl", you said, kissing the top of her head as she slept on the sling, her fist grasping the fabric of your cardigan as you walked around the house, hoping to really settle her when you heard a car outside.

"Why does that look like daddy?", you mumbled out loud as if Alice could give you her opinion, focusing on the man walking up to the front door and giving you enough time to open it.

"Before you say anything, I had to do it and I won't go back", Daniel raised his hands once he set his luggage inside, closing the door behind him and kissing the top of your head and then Alice's as you stood there surprised.

"Danny, we didn't- I-", you tried, and as if your mouth wouldn't let you lie, the words didn't seem to come out of you.

"I came as soon as I could, and I should've come sooner", he said, "I want to be here for you as much as I can and I need to make sure my girls are okay - all three of them", he looked at you, "Soph told me she heard you crying", he stated as he got you to sit on the sofa in the living room.

"Another point for the greatest mother of the year award", you chastised yourself, taking a deep breath to level out your emotions.

"No, none of that", Daniel offered sternly, "you have been juggling everything on your own and it's harder that we originally thought it would be. I'm sorry it took me so long to come", he apoligised, hands undoing the sling so he could get Alice to rest against his chest instead.

"It's been a lot - and frankly, I haven't been very good at delegating at work", you chuckled, smiling at the delicious sight of a sleeping child on Daniel's chest.

"You also need the 'No medicine' Soph has in her box", he giggled despite the seriousness of the conversation, "I can see that you haven't slept all that much, so why don't you go and have a good sleep?", he suggested, "we'll talk a little bit more about this afterwards, but you need to rest first", he said, "I'll go and pick up Sophia, so you just stay here and take care of yourself, okay?", he said, tapping your butt playfully to get you to get up and head to your bedroom.

While you caught up on sleep, Daniel tidied the house as much as he could before picking up Sophia, who excitedly ran up to her father when she saw him and his sister on the parking lot, "Is mummy with you, too?", she wondered, "no, mummy is resting at home. We are going to get some food for dinner so we can all have a cosy night in, how does that sound?", he questioned, earning cheers from her and her sister who qas thankfully feeling much better, giggling in delight as she clapped her hands.

"Who's that? That's mummy, isn't she looking pretty today, Alice? Yes, she is!", Daniel said as you walked into the kitchen, Sophia's notebook open on the table as she wrote on it, "she didn't want to leave the kitchen and I wanted to make pancakes for their snacks, so we found a middle ground", your husband justified himself.

"It's okay", you smiled, kissing everyone's cheeks and tapping Alice's nose, "well, I'm glad you're feeling better, little miss", you said.

"Also, I'm in charge of dinner. I spoke to the people on your team - I'm their boss' husband so I sort of have some power too", he joked, "and they're going to delegate the work these next few days so you can stay home to rest and just work a teeny tiny little bit. I also plan on doing the school pick ups and cooking", he smiled, proud of his plans.

"I'm okay to help, too, Daniel, really", you tried, "no need for that, like I said! I'm going to take charge of the next few days, there's no reason why I can't and it's going to be great", he giggled, "we're in this together, darling, and there's no way you're carrying this all on your shoulders".

[monzamash]

tears and scraped knees — daniel ricciardo

fatherhood is about learning the art of letting go. dad!daniel ricciardo x you | 2k warnings – cute shit, mentions of injuries and swearing. masterlist

She was the light of his life the moment she entered it, screaming the house down and crying her lungs out. Pure love personified. She was the apple of his eye, the most precious gift he had ever been given and simultaneously the reason for the grey hair speckling his dark curls; the ones identical to hers. Like him, she was a firecracker, the joker, and the life of the party everywhere she went; smile bright, eyes warm. A rich chestnut brown, flecked with yellow, charming and stunning just like his.

To Daniel, she was your little twin. Your beauty was reflected in her in different ways – in her long locks and dark sense of humour, her tenacity and moral compass. She was strong like you, stoic in her beliefs and confident in her skin.

Smart, magnetic, a bit book-ish like you.

Sporty, energetic and kind like him.

Looking at your daughter was a daily reminder that he was half him and half you – a beautiful symbol of your love, your miracle.

“How ya doin’ back there kiddo?”

“Fine,” She mumbled under her breath, eyes focused on the perfect distraction from the morning ahead – her phone. 

You and Daniel shared a knowing glance; traffic building at the lights as you waited for the signal. There was no doubt in your mind that your daughter was saving herself from a stirring speech by bottling up her feelings. Her father was basically a glorified inspirational speaker in his retirement and she had been on the receiving end of too many over the years – each one cheesier than the last, she would confess to you whenever he was out of ear shot.

“Does Dad realise that I’m not one of his rookie drivers? Like, I know what I need to do to win.”

Strong in her convictions, just like him. A carbon copy.

“Remember to keep your elbows out today, especially around that Maddy girl. I know her dad and I reckon she’s dirty like him so watch her at the sta – ouch.”

Your fingernails digging into his forearm cut off Daniel’s spiel, his eyebrows furrowed and silently asking, ‘what the fuck was that for’.

“Just have fun out there, sweetheart,” You interrupted, saving your daughter from her father’s pep-talk, “Keep your elbows tucked in, shoulders with the part like you were taught.”

Daniel sighed and turned his attention back to the busy streets of Fremantle, weaving his way through the traffic like he was back in Monaco, living out the glory days. He was the first to admit that he was living vicariously through her and passionate about what the world had in store for his not-so-little girl. He saw so much of himself in her now, sixteen and on the cusp of what could be.

But you saw things differently to him. Her path wasn’t paved so clearly in your eyes and you made sure that she remained open to whatever life had to bring. She had it all in front of her; possibilities endless with opportunity and success but that didn’t have to be racing. Your dreams for her weren’t as rigid as Daniel’s; his plan to move the family back to the UK had been vetoed by you when your daughter came to you in tears, begging to stay in school and graduate with her friends.

“But babe, those friends don’t last. It’s all just in the moment when this could be her chance at getting her foot in the door,” He argued until he was red in the face.

“Says the guy who just had Blake and his wife around last week for dinner? Come on, Dan – it’s only a year away.”

“Realistically we should’ve moved when she showed an interest in bikes…” He grumbled, frustration simmering behind his closed eyes.

“What? When she was four? Baby, she’s only sixteen but still, she has her dreams set on riding and when the time is right, we will do everything we can to help her make that a reality…”

Your voice was soft; calming as you rounded the dining table and nestled into the open arms of your husband, “Just let her take the lead.”

Daniel dropped his head onto the top of yours and sighed, “You’re right.”

“I almost always am.”

That wasn’t the last conversation you and your husband had about Joey’s future, her grandfather and namesake chiming in with what he thought was the best thing for her budding career. She was the pride and joy of the whole family; everyone saw her talent from a young age but that kind of pressure had to be managed and that had become your life’s work. Her youth had been so hyper focussed on honing her craft that sometimes you felt like she had lost her childhood to the trials and tribulations of racing.

So you put your foot down where you could; namely saving your daughter from having to sit through another car ride hearing all about her dad’s accomplishments and mistakes – hoping she would learn from him but you both knew better than that. She was so young and so ready to make her own mistakes to learn from, like it should be.

She was stronger than both you ever were – a perfect amalgamation of your love.

One of hardest part about race day for Daniel was taking a step back. Of course everyone knew who Joey’s dad was and of course she copped shit for it. Your dad’s a flog and the only reason you’re here is because of him, had been a couple of the unsavoury post-race reports your daughter eventually confessed to you – teary eyed while she begged for you not to tell Daniel but you did because if anyone knew the power of harnessing negative energy, it was your husband.

But the hardest part of all for Daniel was controlling his emotions. He had Italian blood coursing through his veins after all, passionate and fiercely protective of both his girls. Once Joey came along, you knew the papa bear within that had been lying dormant would arise and alas, you were right. All of those crazy nights in bars all around the world, fighting off sleazy men had prepared him to be a girl-dad.

That side to him was glorious to you, endlessly sexy and usually rendered you useless when he decided to bust out the dad moves but to his teenage daughter, he was a total embarrassment.

“Racing under number 33 is Joey James Ricciardo.”

“Give ‘em hell, JJ!”

Daniel’s loud woo echoed through the small crowd, heads turning in your direction including your daughters and you could sense her scowl under the helmet – mortified.

“Daniel,” You scolded, smacking your husband gently, “She’ll kill us both.”

“I know I know,” He grimaced, “Fuck, I’m sorry – I can’t help it... That’s our baby girl out there.”

The image of your daughter, barely two years old, always flashed in your memory when he said things like that. It reminded you of the weeks spent teaching her how to walk. She was so small but so tenacious and you could see that same proud glimmer in Daniel’s eyes now as he did watching her take her first steps. It was mixed with the same wash of fear he had when he let go of her bike seat down that old gravelled road for the first time, praying to god she didn’t hurt herself and end up with tears and scraped knees.

And sure, that happened. Many Band-Aids and tubes of antiseptic were applied to her bloodied elbows and knees but she was a kid after all, feeling every bump in the road until she found her strengths and soared above the rest. She was as quick as a whip and even faster on track – destined to be her own hero but always inspired by her first.

“I’m gonna be sick,” Daniel mumbled as the two of you waited for the race to begin, his foot tapping on the dead grass and nails already chewed down to the skin.

His white cap was still pulled down, disguised as a promise to his daughter who wanted him to just blend in. Wishful thinking. But there was a time that she didn’t want him to come to her meets, insisting that her life would be so much easier if her dad wasn’t ‘the Daniel Ricciardo’ but you couldn’t buckle on that one.

“Your dad is a strong man but that would kill him, J.”

“But he yells out and brags to all the parents about me and the other kids bully me for it… He doesn’t understand how hard it is being a Ricciardo.”

“Hey,” Daniel’s soft voice startled you both, heads flying towards your daughter’s bedroom door, “If that’s what you want, honey I can stay home.”

She sighed heavily and clutched the lilac pillow on her lap, “I want you there, Dad but people are so mean to me and I just want to be normal for once.”

The mattress dipped as Daniel sat down beside you and reached out for his daughters hands, “You can be anyone you want to be, darlin’ – just say the word and we’ll make it happen. We can be normal… or try to be normal.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at your husband and give him a teasing nudge, “Try being the operative word.”

Daniel smiled and shrugged, “I’ll even wear a disguise. How about that?”

And here you were, hidden behind a couple of gum trees watching your daughter flying through the air and making her fathers hair greyer with every passing second. She was a force to be reckoned with and karmic retribution for all the years you spent white knuckling in garages across the globe.

“Now you know how I felt back when you were racing. Karma is a bitch, my love.”

“Maybe encouraging her to do this was a bad idea after all…” Daniel groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose with his shaky fingers as you slid an arm around his waist and pulled him close.

“This is sleepover camp all over again. You have to learn how to somehow let her go and spread her wings. That’s all she ever says to me, you know? I wanna be like dad – not afraid, free.”

“I didn’t even realise she felt like that…”

You softly smiled at your husband and pressed a soft kiss to his stubbled cheek, “Don’t tell her I told you.”

my hope for this little story is to build a cute world around it. i have a really nice outline for another part of this story so let me know if that's something you would like. and thank you to @vetteltea for her supportive nudge to post this x

[unluckyhoneybee]

Like Mother. (Daniel Ricciardo)

Daniel and you weren't the best friends. Your daughter changes things pretty quickly. Fluff.

Note: this was supposed to be enemies to lovers, but I got engaged writing all the fluff and forgot about the enemies stuff, you just have to believe me.

Warnings: none? Just tell me if you find something.

"Hey cunt"

"Hey bitch"

You let yourself fall on the chair.

"When will you stop?" Blake groaned.

"When she grows up" Daniel said.

Blake sighed.

"When is Sunny coming?" Michael asked.

"Her dad is dropping her soon. Then we can leave"

"Cool, can't wait to see her"

You smiled at Michael.

"She is excited about the trip too"

Daniel was observing. You were nice to everyone. You liked everyone. But you didn't like him and he didn't like you. So, having the same group of friends could be fun sometimes. Plus you had a daughter. A little girl that looked just like you and hated him as much as you. She was like a little cat that would hiss to him anytime he was near.

You received a message and disappeared from the studio. Sunny was here.

"Well"

Daniel looked at his friends when they looked at him expecting something.

"Well?"

"Are you dropping that stupid facade for the weekend?"

"What?"

"You like her" Scotty said.

"I don't"

"You do" Blake added.

"No, mate. I don't. We hate eachother."

"She hates you but you love her"

Daniel groaned and got up, showing them a finger and walking to the kitchen. He filled a cup of water and suddenly he heard the door and the usual happiness that Sunny brought.

He observed the image from the kitchen. Your girl hugged his friends, she laughed when Scotty tickled her and kissed Blake's cheek. She laughed like a maniac when Michael easily lift her from the floor. He felt something on his chest. His friends weren't so wrong after all.

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"I have never been there" Sunny said. She had been talking nonstop

"Haven't you?" Michael asked.

"No, but mum says it's really nice"

"It is. We already went there in summer"

"I was with Dad"

"Yes you were" You told your daughter. They all knew that your relationship with your ex was really bad. The only moments you see eachother was when you had to pick Sunny or something related to her. That trip had helped you to not feel so lonely without your daughter.

"And can we swim on the river?"

"The water is really cold" Scotty said.

Daniel was sitting at the back of the van, all of you thought he was asleep with his headphones on. But he was currently listening.

"Well, I'm a big girl. I take swim lessons" Sunny said with a smile.

Daniel smiled too, but tried to hide it.

"But it's winter, princess" You told her.

She frowned.

"So... We don't swim in winter"

"You will get your feet frozen" Michael tickled her and she laughed.

"I'm excited"

You arrived soon and Sunny jumped from the van as soon as she could.

You all spent the day walking around and doing anything Sunny wanted. She had a bunch of grown men eating from her palm and couldn't be more spoiled.

"Look at the house" She exclaimed "It's amazing"

"Pretty big, huh" Daniel said. It was innocent, but the little girl turned and frowned. "Ok, like Mother, like daughter"

Daniel scoffed and walked away.

"Sunny, don't be rude" You said because that's not how you wanted your girl to be.

Things were Danny stayed, as usual, you two keeping the distance and occasionally having a little fight or argument about things that in the other's eyes couldn't be more stupid. It was obvious that Sunny copied a lot for you. As you and Daniel hadn't been the greatest friends during her life, she hadn't grown close to him. He was just someone in her life that she knew and sometimes spend a day or two with. But she wasn't as friends with him as she was with the other. She didn't run to him when she was excited or sat on his lap to have a snack.

You barely noticed it because it was you who had done that. But Daniel did. He played and participated in the games, but he was never the little girl's option and barely talked to her.

But the day went on and no one seemed to noticed.

You were coming back for a hike, an easy one although Sunny had got some piggybacks from her Uncles when she got tired. You were thinking about how it had been a couple of minutes since you had heard her for the last time. So you turned around. "Scotty, where is Sunny?"

"She was with Blake"

We both looked at him.

"I thought she was with you, YN. She ran to you"

You felt dizzy and your heart beating like mad. The panic mode settled because any of you could see her.

"Sunny" You called her name in panic. She wasn't anywhere. Not back in path, not ahead, not looking your insects on the sides.

Michael was quickly steadying you when your knees became shaky.

"Okay, okay. We will fin her, YN. She can't be far"

"M-my daughter is lost... In the forest! It's getting dark" You were brushing the panic attack with your fingers.

Daniel had a knot on his chest.

"Let's go in different ways. She is too little, can't be far" He said before entering on the forest on his own.

He jumped over bushes and got scratches on his legs while looking for another path he knew was close. Meanwhile, Michael was taking you to the house.

"Sunny!" Daniel ran through the path. He felt like throwing up. He had never felt so nervous. "Sunny! Where are you?"

The sun was going down and it was getting too cold.

Michael was trying to help you breathing in the living room. You were having a really bad panic attack. You little princess was lost in the forest.

"Sunny!"

And suddenly, close to the river in a rock, he saw the yellow coat. He stopped on his tracks and panted out of breath.

There she was. She was sitting on the shore, with a stick moving a leaf in the water. Daniel had never felt such a relief.

"Sunny!" He called her and she turned around. He felt his heart shuttering. She was sobbing, she had a pout on her lips and her eyes were full of tears.

"Danny!" She said terrified.

Hearing her calling his name like that was even worst. She was so scared. Daniel ran to her and Sunny got up from the floor.

Daniel picked her from the floor and hugged her tight. Sunny grabbed into him with arms and legs, hanging like a koala and crying on his neck.

"Okay, okay. You are fine. You are fine, Sunny" He said while caressing her hair. "You are with me"

"I couldn't find Mommy" She whimpered. "I was picking flowers and I couldn't find Mommy."

"Mommy is at the house. She is waiting for you"

"It's getting dark. I don't like the dark"

Daniel carefully picked her coat and covered her with it. She grabbed his clothes tighter and sniffed.

"I want to go"

"Yes, sweetie. We are going back. Don't worry, okay?" He said.

His heart was beating so fast. He was hugging her so tight. He wanted to feel Sunny close. He had never felt so terrified.

"I'm scared, Danny"

"It's fine. Nothing will happen. I'm with you. I will take care of you"

Daniel kissed her head softly.

"Close your eyes and think about pretty things"

Sunny did, she hid on Daniel's hoodie.

"My mum is really pretty" She said.

Daniel smiled a bit. "She is"

"I want to be as pretty as her when I'm older"

"I'm sure you will. Plus, you are really pretty now, you know?"

"Thank you"

Daniel was blushing.

He stepped on a branch and Sunny squeaked.

"Hey, it's fine. I won't let anything happen, remember?"

She nodded and hugged his neck. She was cold.

"The house"

He smiled.

"Yes. I think Mum will be pretty nervous once we get there."

"Why"

"Because she got really scared when we couldn't find you"

"How can I help her?"

Daniel stopped walking.

"Let's do something. Let's fix your clothes and your hair so she finds you all cute and nice dressed."

Sunny nodded with a smile. Daniel put her on the ground and helped her with the leaves on her hair and her messy clothes. They cleaned the dirt and Daniel helped her with her ponytail.

"How do you know how to tie my hair?"

"I have a niece."

"Can I meet her?"

Daniel looked at her

"She lives in Australia"

Sunny shrugged.

"I have never been there"

Daniel crouched down in front of her and helped her with the coat.

"Maybe one day you can go"

"I will tell mum"

Daniel swallowed. You would never go to Australia. Maybe to Melbourne with Scotty. But not home with him.

"Okay, there you are. So pretty"

"Like Mommy?"

Daniel nodded.

"Like Mommy" It was true. She looked so much like you. And you were a beautiful woman.

"Let's go"

But Sunny made grabby hands.

"Please"

"Okay, come here"

Daniel picked her and carried her on his waist. He knocked the door and Blake was the one opening. They were all there and everyone sighed in relief. They had given up and come back to the house to have a new plan.

When all your friends sighed after the door was opened, you lift your head from Michael's chest.

It was as if a wave of energy ran over you. You jumped from the sofa and ran to Daniel and Sunny. Catching everyone by surprise, you hugged both of them. Not only Sunny like everyone expected. You snaked your amrs around both of them and tucked you face between theirs.

"Mommy! I'm back" Sunny hugged your neck and you cried harder.

Daniel was frozen, he couldn't move. He had never felt like this. He felt overwhelmed.

"Mommy! Danny helped me. I was scared but he said he would protect me" Sunny was excited. She couldn't understand how terrifying it had been. She had just spent some time alone in the forest and had gotten scared.

You pulled back and looked at Daniel. He felt his legs shaking. Then you cupped his check with one hand and said in the most sincere voice:

"Thank you"

He nodded. He couldn't speak.

After looking at him, into his eyes, you turned to Sunny because it felt too much. You couldn't explain how you were feeling. How Daniel bringing back your daughter had affected you.

"Are you okay, Sunny? Are you hurt?"

She shook her head. "I was a bit scared. And cried. But Danny found me"

"She was so brave" Daniel whispered.

You looked at him and he made a gesture. You picked Sunny from his arms and you daughter gave you a big hug. You kissed her cheek and touched her hair.

Daniel dried his hands on his trousers and looked around. His friends were looking at him. They all seemed speachless.

"Um... I'm... I need some water" And he went to the kitchen.

You followed him with your eyes and swallowed the lump in your throat.

"I'm tired" Sunny said.

You looked down at her. The coat was closed, her ponytail was done but had some strands of hair falling on the sides of her face and there was some dirt on her cheek. It looked as if someone had brushed it off. Just like her trousers.

You bit you lip and touched her chin.

"Let's have a bath and then we can have dinner"

She nodded and ran to the stairs.

"Be careful!"

You got up and dried your tears.

"YN..." Michael started. "How are you?"

"Fine. Better. I'm... I'm glad"

He nodded.

Daniel was outside. He had quietly opened the back door and gone outside to breath fresh air. It was consuming him. He needed to do something soon.

You got Sunny in the bath and while you were washing her hair, you asked.

"Sunny, baby. Did Daniel fix your hair?" It was styled differently to what you usually did with her hair.

"Yes. We fixed my clothes too so you wouldn't get more scared."

You bit back the tears.

"Oh, well... Um... You have to thank him for finding you, okay?"

She nodded. You were unsure of what to say and if you really need to approach him.

When Daniel went back inside, Blake was in the kitchen.

"They are upstairs having a bath. We are having dinner soon"

He nodded.

"How are you, mate?"

Daniel shrugged.

"It's weird."

Blake nodded. "I'm sure she doesn't hate you. You two just got used to be like this"

Daniel sighed.

"Plus, Sunny was pretty comfortable with you. That's a lot for her"

Daniel leaned on the counter and opened a beer.

"She even kissed you. Was it the first time?"

Daniel nodded. "I don't think we've ever hugged"

"Well, that's a lot"

"I just found her daughter. She was having a panic attack."

"Mate..."

Daniel left the safety of the kitchen and went to the living room. Sunny was sitting with a book by herself and close to the fireplace. Daniel doubted about if he should go and talk to her without you around. He did at the end.

"Hey, Sunny" He sat close to her but not too close. He wanted to be respectful.

"Hi, Daniel" Sunny smiled sweetly.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yes. I'm clean now. My mum found leaves in my hair" She giggled and Daniel smiled. "And I'm a bit tired. We played a lot today"

"A lot yeah" Daniel had barely played with her. It was all the boys. He simply watched.

"My Mommy told me that I have to say thank you to you"

Daniel left a shaky breath out.

"Thank you, Danny" Sunny got up and hugged his neck.

Any of them knew you were watching, hidden in the darkness of the upper stairs and covering your mouth. You observed how Daniel was doubting, how he frowned a bit when Sunny hugged his neck but after a while he found the courage to hug her. His hands were big in your daughter. Just how you had seen him hugging his friends, Daniel tucked himself on Sunny's shoulder. And Sunny giggled and told him his beard was tickling her. You felt unwell. You heart was beating fast. It wasn't supposed to be happening.

Then Sunny pulled back and turned around, sitting between his legs and still with the warmth of his arms around her and reaching her book. "Let's read together".

You bit your lip and dried a tear.

Daniel's hands were shaking. He adored Sunny. He felt so happy when he started reading for her.

"Ow well" Scotty smiled when he came inside and found them. "At least one of the girls can stand you" He said not knowing you were listening.

It hurt. When you all sat to have dinner, everyone thought you were quiet. Michael whispered to Scotty that you were probably exhausted.

Sunny was sitting between you and Blake. Daniel was in front of Blake and had a fond smile while hearing your daughter talk.

"I thought you were tired" He said when Sunny said she wanted to watch a film.

"I am. But a film will help me sleeping better and have cool dreams." She said and looked at you. 'Please?"

You smiled and touched her cheek.

"Okay. But only one."

She nodded.

"Cool"

You leaned and kissed her head before getting up.

"I'll bring the dessert."

Sunny gave you her best puppy eyes.

"Yes honey, chocolate pudding for you"

Everyone laughed. You were in the kitchen lost in your thoughts when you heard steps behind you. Somehow you knew who it was.

You turned slowly.

"Hey" Daniel said. "Need help?"

You smiled a bit.

"With the fruit"

"OK"

He took the big bowl of fruit and looked at you. You took a deep breath. You were a grown woman. Your daughter had done it. You could do it.

"Thank you"

"It's just fruit" He shrugged it.

"You know I'm not talking about the fruit" You said. You didn't want to get angry now.

He sighed.

"It's nothing."

"It's something. I treat you like shit and you jump to the forest the second my daughter gets lost."

"How could I not?" He said and took a step closer.

You had to lower your head to not look at him.

"You would have done the same. We may argue like little kids, but... I know that you... Fuck. I care about you, okay? Maybe you care about me too."

You notice how he hadn't said the word hate. You smiled a bit. You didn't hate him. He just irritated you.

"I do"

Daniel smiled. He knew that it wasn't appropriate but he wanted to kiss you.

"I never told you" He said. You swallowed, what was this about? "But you have an amazing kid"

You smiled a bit and your eyes got watery.

"I do. She is the best"

"Like Mother, like daughter" Hearing him said that again in such a different context almost knocks you to the floor. You smiled and gently touched his arm.

"Thank you again. For bringing her back and fixing her clothes and hair"

He blushed.

"She told you"

"Never tell Sunny your secrets" You said smiling.

He chuckled.

"It's nice to know that"

You chuckled.

"She likes to have all her hair back, though. No loose strands."

"I did my best"

"Your best is crap, Ricciardo" Falling back to the bickering routine felt so comforting now.

"Fuck off" He answered with a smile.

When you two went back to the living room, Scotty chuckled.

"Wow, how is it that you two are smiling?"

"Fuck off, Scotty."

You turned and slapped Danny's arm.

"No bad words in front of my kid"

Sunny giggled and covered her mouth.

"Sorry, Sunny. Don't say that. At least in front of your mother."

"Promised!" She said and reached for her pudding.

You rolled your eyes.

Sunny obviously was too tired for the film and halfway through The Grinch, her eyes started closing. She was sitting on the floor with Michael sharing a bowl of grapes when she yawned the first time.

"Someone's tired" Blake said and got up. "Tea?"

As a waiter, he noted the teas and went to the kitchen.

"Sunny, baby" She turned to you. "Come here with me"

"I'm good here"

"I know, but you are tired. Come here with Mommy"

"But..."

Michael smiled at the girls stubbornness. Daniel was quietly observing.

"No buts. Come here"

She dramatically sighed and complained. Scotty laughed but you shot him a cold glare and he covered his mouth. Daniel thought you were a great mother.

Sunny climbed in the sofa next to you and laid her head on chest, you hugged her close to your side.

"Here" Daniel, who had been sitting on the other side of the sofa, passed you a blanket.

"Thanks".

You covered Sunny with it and she smiled.

"Thanks, Danny"

"You welcome, Sunny"

Nobody payed attention to the interaction, but it warmed your heart and cheeks.

Blake had to find another place to sit because the princess, as he said, had taken his whole seat.

Sunny was giggling and you thought it was bacuse of the film because she loved the Grinch. But at some point you felt her moving and looked down. Danny's hand was hidden under the blanket and Sunny was shaking her feet. You observed quietly until the blanket moved a bit and revealed Danny's tattooed hand. You looked at his hand and saw how he was smiling and biting his lip, watching the film and trying to not laugh. He was tickling her feet and everytime she giggled he had to stop himself from laughing to.

You heart beated so fast. Then he catched you watching and blushed deeply. You smiled. Why were you suddenly so fond of him?

"You will put her to sleep" You told him.

He simply said okay with a smile and pulled a bit from Sunny's sock.

"Danny! You are so annoying!" She complained.

"Yes. I say that all the time, Sunny" Blake agreed.

You all laughed. You liked how Sunny was around Danny. They kind of matched their energies and she looked so comfortable with him now. You felt kind of bad because maybe your own attitude around Daniel had affected her.

"Danny!" Sunny kicked him when he pinched her toe and Danny gasped.

"Hey! Sunny no."

Sunny looked at you with big eyes.

"Sunny, what did I said about hitting people?"

Daniel felt so bad when Sunny pouted. He didn't want to give her problems.

"But he..."

"I don't care. Hitting someone it's not a solution."

"He was annoying" She crossed her arms.

"YN..." Daniel whispered. He was scared of talking louder

"Apologize to Daniel" You said.

Sunny frowned and turned to Daniel. His heart broke when he saw a tear down her cheek.

"I'm sorry, Danny"

She reached his hand and dried the tear.

"No problem, sweetheart. I'm sorry too." He said.

You looked at him.

"Dan..."

You had never called him that.

The others had forgotten about the film and were watching you instead.

"It's fine. It was a little misunderstanding. Right, Sunny? I won't bother you again"

"Okay. I won't have to kick you again then"

Everyone laughed.

"Yeah, what I said. Like Mother, like daughter"

"What does it mean?"

"That you are so much like your mum" He said and looked at you. You smiled at him.

"Had my mum kicked you?"

The look you gave him could have killed kittens.

"No" He quickly said.

"Then?"

"You are sassy like her. But cuter"

"Yeah. And as pretty as her. Like you said in the forest"

Michael gasped, Blake covered his mouth and Scotty almost laughs out loud. You were looking at Daniel. You were shocked and so was he. But Sunny seemed pretty happy.

"Yeah. No secrets with you" Daniel whispered and tickled her a bit. He was blushing so hard he even felt hot on his clothes.

You couldn't speak.

"I love kids. I want some of my own" Scotty said.

Daniel and you turned uncomfortably. Sunny yawned and laid back on you. "Tickle me, please. But slowly. Like Mommy does it"

Daniel thought that he had no idea of how you did it. And you saw it. You took his hand and put it on her ankle. Softly you caressed her skin and he took the hint. It felt good. It felt so good to touch him like this. You felt comfortable around him now. You suddenly wanted him around.

Daniel smiled softly when Sunny nuzzled into the blanket and closed her eyes. He had barely interacted with the girl before the trip and now he couldn't stop thinking of how much he would miss her. It was more than clear now that he was in love with you.

Your hands were shaking. You were so confused. So much.

The film ended and Sunny was tight asleep. So you picked her and got up.

"Good night, guys" You said softly and with a smile.

"Good night" The four of them answered.

Once you were out of side, his friends looked at him.

"Step Dad on the making?" Blake asked.

"What? No" Daniel sat straight on the sofa. "Don't be stupid."

"Oh, c'mon" Michael threw him a grape. "You are head over heels for her. And her cute little daughter has you eating from her palm"

Daniel threw the grape back and Michael trapped it.

"I just..."

You stopped when you heard him. Sunny was already on the bed and you were on your way to the toilet.

"I was always jealous of your friendship. With both of them actually. Fighting her is fun and everything. But... I love kids."

You felt like shit. You needed to fix this. You needed to apologize.

The next morning was really cold. You turned in bed and looked for Sunny with your hand. She wasn't there. You sat on the bed and looked around. She wasn't in the bedroom so you ran out. You ran downstairs after checking the rooms. You saw Scotty's butt by accident, but no one needed to know about that.

You grabbed a coat and ran outside while throwing it over yourself. You jumped down the porch stairs. How the fuck did you loose your daughter twice in the same weekend?

But you didn't ran far. There, in front of you and right next to the creek, Sunny watched something in the water with Daniel by her side. She was wearing a big Ric Rodeo hoodie and one of Scotty's beanies. She looked so cute and small on it and once again you were feeling all of those things. She was wearing Danny's clothes, she was curiously asking things and he was there with her answer with a smile. And all your fear dissipated.

You walked slowly to them.

"Good morning" You said with a smile.

They both turned around and Sunny smiled so big.

"Good morning, Mommy. I woke up super soon and was bored. And I found Danny on the living room. We played the questions game and then I was super bored again. So we came here to look for fishes. Look, there are tiny fishes in there"

You chuckled.

"You did a lot of things" You leaned and kissed her head.

"Yes. Danny is super cool and funny"

Daniel laughed a bit.

"I'm not that cool"

"You are. And your clothes are cool. He said he will make kids clothes the next time for me, his niece and nephew"

You looked at Daniel. He was blushing. Did he usually blush this much?

"And he will do one purple"

"You really like purple." You told her.

She nodded.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, Danny"

"No problem, sweetheart"

Sunny smiled and turned back to the river. Daniel looked at you.

"Morning" He said softly.

"Morning"

Feeling brave, you reached for his forearm. "Can we talk later?"

He was surprised, but nodded.

"Look!"

Sunny pointed at the water and you both turned to look. She was so excited.

"That's a huge fish!" Daniel said completely matching her energy.

She giggled and surprisingly, leaned into him. Daniel opened his arms and fixed the big hoodie.

"I want to come back on Summer and swim with the fish." She told you.

"Oh, we will." You pinched her cheek and she smiled.

"Danny is from Australia"

"I know"

"We haven't been there"

"Do you want to?"

Daniel couldn't contain the happiness.

"Yes. We can go and visit Scotty's house, Mike's house, Danny's house, Blake's house..."

"Wow. That's a lot of houses to visit"

She nodded.

"And the beach. Danny said there is a beach in Perth. I really love the beach, Danny."

"I'm sure you do" He answer.

"We can plan a trip to Australia." You said.

Daniel felt his heart beating fast.

"My home is your home so... Whenever you want"

You looked at him. How had you gone from fighting to this?

"That's so nice of Daniel, right Sunny?"

She nodded and opened her arms.

"Thank you!"

Daniel hugged Sunny and she giggled.

"Hey! Breakfast is ready!"

"Yay!"

Sunny ran to the house.

"Be careful! The hoodie is too big!"

"I couldn't find her coat"

"Yeah, it's on the bedroom" You awkwardly said. "Thank you."

"For?"

He crossed his arms on his chest and walked closer to you. You found yourself dreaminly watching his brown eyes.

"For last night, for this morning... She can be too much" You said.

"She is not"

"Well, I think you are too much too. You match energies pretty well"

He smiled.

"That's true"

You bit your lip. He smiled.

"She is a really nice kid. So intelligent. I'm having fun with her"

You swallowed and touched his forearm. You couldn't get yourself to grab his hand.

"I'm sorry" You whispered.

He frowned. "For what?"

"I-I shouldn't have let our bickering affect her"

"Has it?"

"Yes. It has and I feel horrible for it because she adores you now and before she wouldn't even talk to you. Only because she saw I didn't like you"

Daniel grabbed you by your shoulders.

"Hey, she doesn't even know it. She is fine. I will stop if you ask me to."

"I don't want you to" You cut him. "You are good for her. She likes you a lot. And... I'm really so thankful for you help."

"Maybe we should have some truce."

You nodded slowly and Daniel smiled. He was so pretty.

"And... You are always welcome to Australia."

"Thank you"

"Peace?"

You nodded again

"Peace"

"Now, let's go and have breakfast"

.............................

"But I don't want to go" Sunny was crying on your arms. There was nothing you could tell her. "I don't want to go home. I want to stay here."

"But sweetheart. We have to leave. There is school and your dad..."

"No!"

"Hey" Daniel walked closer.

"You know what? We are all celebrating Christmas together"

Sunny looked at him and pouted.

"Yes?"

You nodded and kissed her cheek.

"You will come? And Blake and..."

"All of us"

Sunny reached her arms to Daniel and he took her on his arms.

"I'm going to miss you, Danny"

You caressed her head and he kissed her cheek.

"Me too, Sunny"

Sunny gave a big hug to everyone.

"Dan" You pulled him away from the group.

"Sunny likes to call the guys often"

Daniel felt a sting of jealousy. He didn't know about that.

"I'm sure she will want to call you now"

He smiled.

"That's fine. Just text before, okay?"

You nodded.

"Of course."

You didn't know that that innocent action would be the beginning.

The text became usual. He would ask about Sunny at first but soon he also started asking about you. Also the video calls in which Sunny insisted you had to say hi even when you were on your worst clothes.

"So... Danny and you? Are you sworn enemies anymore?" Michael asked.

You blushed and shook your head.

"See. It wasn't that bad"

You looked at him.

"It's Sunny's fault"

"It's your fault. You two are too stupid to see that you could be great together"

You walked pass him.

"Don't run. He is coming in a bit. It's the perfect day, YN"

You sighed dramatically.

"Michael I..."

"What? He is really excited about tonight, YN"

"I know. Sunny keeps telling me"

"See? Your daughter is already his bestie. He is the perfect stepdad. He is what you two are missing"

"We are perfectly fine like this"

Michael sighed.

"That's not what I meant"

The door opened and Blake came in with a very pleased Sunny. "Look, Mommy"

"Oh" You laughed and Blake shrugged.

"The girl has those eyes..."

"Uncle Blake said that I behaved so well at the store so he bought me a lollipop."

It wasn't long until Danny came back with Scotty and Chloe.

"Hey" He hugged you tight. It was the first time you two were together since the trip and now Mike's words were so loud in your head. "How are you?"

"Fine, I'm fine"

"Danny!"

Sunny appeared next to you, pulling your clothes and some distance between Daniel and you.

"Oh shit, you've grown a lot! Look at you. I almost didn't recognise you"

Daniel scooped her up in his arms and Sunny hugged his neck.

"Missed you a lot" She said. Daniel kissed her head and smiled.

"I missed you a lot too, Sunny"

You did well during the dinner, Chloe sitting on one side of you and Mike on the other was helping a lot to distract you from the fact that Sunny had chosen to sit between Blake and Danny and the driver was the one helping her with her dinner.

Then the gifts came and you all exchanged packages. Obviously, Sunny was the one with the most gifts. She was so happy. She got toys, a little skateboard and shoes just like the ones she had seen Scotty wearing once. But it was the last package the one she loved the most.

Sunny tore the paper and gasped. Her eyes moved to Daniel and she jumped up before running to him, who was sitting on the floor.

"oof" He groaned when she hit him on the belly. But he pulled close and laughed when she screamed thank you. "Do you like it?!"

She nodded and took the gift, showing it to me and jumping happily.

"What is that honey?" I asked knowing well what it was.

"The hoodie Danny promised me!" She turned to the driver again. "It's purple! And it has a sun! Like me!"

Daniel laughed nodding.

Your heart was beating so fast. Just as he had told her, Daniel had made a kid's merch line. Inside the sun, there was a Ric3.

"Mommy! Do you like it?"

"I love it" You pulled her closer and helped her putting the hoodie on. "Beautiful"

Daniel looked at you and let a shaky breath out. He had a plan. A plan for today. It would be the day.

Everything was smoothly working, you guys watching a film with Sunny, the girl wanting to sit between Dan and you, the others leaving earlier because they had parties in clubs or other's friends' houses... Daniel was finally left alone with you two.

You were in the kitchen getting Sunny a cup of milk when you heard the girl talk.

"Don't you have to go to a party, Danny?"

"Nop"

"But you have a lot of friends"

"I know. But I don't have plans for tonight"

"You do. You are here with Mommy and me. We can watch films all night and have a sleepover. And tomorrow you can come to Grandma's to see what Santa has left there for me and..."

Daniel bit his lip and looked at you. You were in the doorframe looking at him.

"Danny!"

Daniel looked down.

"Were you listening? Mommy and I always go and have breakfast outside when I don't have school. You should definitely come with us"

You walked to them and sat behind Sunny.

"You need to ask nicely. Maybe Danny has plans for tomorrow. Or wants to go home to sleep."

Daniel couldn't believe it.

"Would you like to say for a sleepover with Mommy and I and go to have breakfast down the street with us too?" She said in a hurry and then took a breath to recover.

Daniel's hands were shaky. He would love to. But you?

Again, he checked on you and it was surprising how easily you cached what he meant. You nodded slowly.

"I would love that"

"Nice! Let's go and get our pijamas" Then she gasped. "Oh, but you don't have pijamas! Mommy, do we have something for Danny?"

At the end you end up giving Daniel some of your biggest clothes, that looked funny and short on his ankles. But you felt soft. You couldn't stop smiling and giggling. And Sunny was happy too.

She got everything ready in the living room for the sleepover and nestled between your bodies. One film became two and she was still so energetic, way to excited because Daniel was there. And you didn't know well how bit had ended up laying against his side with your arms around your daughter.

"Can you play with my hair Mommy?"

"Are you tired, honey?"

"No"

Daniel and you chuckled at the same time. He was feeling great. He couldn't believe you were tucked under his arm and your daughter had her hand on his thigh. It was so organic to take her little hand on his and draw circles on the palm. Between yours on her hair and his on her hand, Sunny drifted to sleep quickly and you wondered if Mike was right. You two were perfectly fine together, but maybe Daniel was the missing piece.

Daniel thought you both were asleep, he couldn't, he was shaking. He hadn't felt this nervous around someone in ages. He was the cool guy.

The girl moved a bit and Daniel carefully grabbed her by the shoulders. You stayed still for a moment wondering what he was doing. And then he grabbed her and put her on his chest.

"Danny?"

"It's okay. I'm going to lay you down"

"Okay"

You lifted your hand to touch his back when he sat forward in the sofa and he squeaked.

"I-I though you were asleep" He whispered.

Sunny groaned.

"I thought she was uncomfortable"

"Don't worry, we do this a lot"

"Yeah?"

"Lay back"

Daniel laid back and you curled yourself next to him.

Any of you said much more than soft good nights. And in the morning, you were the first who woke up. During the nights, you had sifted positions. The sofa wasn't big enough, but you had managed to cuddle with Danny and keep Sunny sleeping on you.

The girl was deep asleep with her face hidden on Danny's neck and her hand keeping yours on his chest.

"Morning" You heard him.

"Morning"

You kissed Sunny's cheek before moving up. Then saw Danny's honey eyes looking at you and leaned to kiss his forehead too.

You went to the kitchen and Daniel stayed there for a little while. He was so comfortable with Sunny. But at the end he wanted to talk to you. So with all the care in the world, he put her on the sofa and made sure she wouldn't fall. Then followed you to the kitchen.

"Hey, did you sleep well?"

You left the milk on the counter and took a deep breath. Now, let's do it now.

"Mhm"You were blushing.

He walked closer and cupped you breath. Now. He leaned and kissed your lips. It was so slow and soft. It was warm and it made you smile.

"I need to tell you something" He whispered when he pulled back.

"I know"

He looked into your eyes.

"Do you?"

You nodded. It was obvious and Mike was right. He had been all this time.

"I love you too" You whispered and kissed him again.

But...

A gasp made you two pull back, your hand pressed on Danny's chest feeling his heart beating hard.

"You are my Mommy's boyfriend! Yes! I knew it!"

You both gasped and Daniel broke down in laughs.

"How is it? Huh!"

Daniel picked her from the floor and she hugged his neck.

"Because my Mommy talks a lot about you and she likes when you call."

"Sunny..."

"No secrets, babe" Daniel said. It was the first name he gave you and you felt like a teen girl in love.

"Yeah, no secrets. But Danny is not my boyfriend yet and these are adults things, okay?"

Sunny nodded and hugged Danny's neck harder, pressing her cheek against his.

"I'm so happy" She said.

Daniel looked at you and smiled and you knew that things would be alright. Maybe you hadn't had the best start. But now? Now he had your girl on his arms and you couldn't wish for something better.

I just love step dad Dan so much.

[jamminvroomvroom]

second time around.

ln x fem!reader

in which he’s quite desperate to have a second kid.

staying in my active era! there is honestly no excuse for this one, i just simply couldn’t help myself. it’s porn, yes, there is plot, but it’s just. porn.

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! where do i even begin? smut, more smut, breeding kink (kinda the whole point), choking, overstimulation, general sex acts, public sex, car sex, shower sex, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of the kid they already have, lando being a little shit, sex somewhere unhinged in the mtc, a brief moment of angst, dom!lando, rough sex? yeah.

3.9k words

take: 1

the season is coming to an end.

somewhere between italy and singapore lando decides he wants another kid.

it’s a warm day in the middle of september when he proposes the idea to you. you’re watching your daughter toddle around the garden, soaking up the last remnants of sunlight before the darkness of autumn encapsulates the warm beams until march.

she giggles, pushing her toys around in the grass. you let her play, lost in her own little world of wonder. lando turns to you, scanning your side profile, watching you watch the little girl. he’s awestruck, enamoured totally by the family he’s created, by the woman he loves. he doesn’t think, he just opens his mouth and let’s loose his big idea.

“want another one?” he cooes, sliding closer across the bench, until he’s nosing at your cheek. kisses are pressed to your puffy face. it’s still early.

at first you think he’s offering you another coffee, so you hold out your almost empty mug to him. you’d been nursing the drink, letting it go cold in the naturally cooler air. he laughs at you, and that’s when you clock what he’s actually asking.

you turn to him, facing each other now. lando looks excited. you wonder if you can find a way to mirror his expression.

“lando…” you start. his face drops at your tone, letting him down easy. “it’s not that i don’t want to, it’s just-“

“i’ll be home more. i’ve worked it all out. if we get to work now, baby will be here around the summer break.”

you mull over his words.

your first baby was a shock to you both, and you didn’t fancy doing that again. you loved lando with every fibre of your being, just as you did your daughter, but being away from him so much in the lead up to her arrival shot every one of your nerves to pieces.

but another baby would be on the agenda eventually - you both desperately wanted to add to your beautiful family - and you supposed that if he’d done the math…

“by get to work now, you mean…?” you cock an eyebrow at him. he lights up like the christmas tree you’d be putting up in a few months.

“she’s going down for her nap soon.” lando smirks, voice edged with that excitement once again.

-

his head is between your legs mere moments after he shuts your bedroom door.

you’d been waiting for him, stripped bare in anticipation. your baby girl would be down for a good few hours, more than enough time for him to draw out everything you had to offer and fill you back up.

his tongue runs over your flesh; he’s messy with it. you’re choking out whimpers as he licks and laps and tugs with his teeth. your pussy clenches around nothing and he notices, sliding his fingers all over where you ache. they’re quickly wet enough to slide inside of you, and he grinds them deep, luring traces of an orgasm into the pit of your belly. it’s familiar, the way he winds you up, and you want him like this every minute of the day.

“getting you ready, honey. gonna get you so fucking ready.” lando is slurring words into your cunt, letting them get lost to your sodden folds. you hear every word perfectly. they make you shake and shake until you’re undone.

when he looks up at you, his mouth is glistening. his fingers are, too. he hates wasting a drop of you, so he laps up the mess you’ve made while he shuffles up the bed. when he’s finally hovering over you, he’s desperate, but you’re worse. you could cry from the urge.

something carnal is taking place; he’s staring into your soul, finishing up the remnants of your taste, and you’re begging with your eyes, hands slinking all over your own body. you must be dripping by now. your body is restless and you raise your hips, inviting him close, deep.

when he thrusts into you, he’s pinning you down into your shared mattress. you’re completely at his mercy and he fucking loves it. you love it more. you go slack underneath him, and he starts a slow grind. he’s not thrusting, not yet, he’s just rolling into you, deeper, deeper, deeper. you feel the first tears threatening to fall. he feels so good, it’s unbearable.

he nudges at your most sensitive spot, over and over and over. you whine carnally and he swallows it, licking into your mouth. his curls tickle your forehead, you’re pressed so close together. he sees the pools in your eyes and then he looses it completely.

hand on your neck for leverage, he starts thrusting, harder and harder, faster than you can ever recall. he knows you can take it, knows how bad you want it, and that thought alone spurs him on. you have the same goals, the same shared instincts. you feel nothing but pure fucking bliss everywhere.

“you want me to fill you up? you want my baby, honey? want me buried nice and deep?” you hear him grunt, but he sounds so far away.

you are lost to the void when you come. you can’t even try and resist, not when you can hear how wet you are, not when you can hear the quiet whimpers he tries to fight at the way your pussy convulses around him. you cannot see anything but the stars in his eyes.

you go limp and he spills, fucking it even further into you. his eyes are trained on where you’re still joined, and where he’s still fucking you. you’d be screaming if not for the hand wrapped around your throat. the most delicious piece of jewellery you own.

lando needs to know he’s gone as deep as he can, that you’ve come as hard as he can make you. he feels unhinged when his fingers find your clit, switching between short spasms of his finger on the nub, and grinding down on it with his palm. you’re both overstimulated, soaked with sweat and other things. you’re gripping his cock so fucking tight that he can’t stop the rush of moans, your name mumbled like a prayer between expletives.

but still, he needs to know it’s deep enough.

an hour later, you can finally move, and you sink deep into the bath.

your head is on his chest, he washes you gently. you wonder if it’ll be a boy or a girl.

-

date night

almost a month passes. no sign of baby number two.

it’s fine, you tell yourself. you tell lando, too. all the more reason to keep practicing.

every opportunity he gets to bury himself to the hilt inside of you is a win in both of your books. he grabs every single one of those opportunities with both hands.

you’re dressed up nice for dinner, little black dress hugging you well. you watch the scenery flick past you. lando’s in the drivers seat, making small talk, his left hand heavy on your bare thigh. you’ve just dropped your daughter off with her grandparents, your mother hugging lando tight. he’d been gone a while.

fingers skim higher up your thigh. you want to let him carry on but this car is new, untainted by his adventurous personality and your willingness to comply. your legs snap shut and you watch him smirk out the corner of your eye.

“later.” you whisper.

his knuckles turn white on the steering wheel.

“i know. don’t you worry, honey.” he doesn’t sound convincing, no, he sounds like a man with a plan and you dread to think of what he has in store.

the restaurant is tiny. a hole in the wall. it’s intimate, exclusive, slightly extortionate, but lando likes to treat you. you order, and he behaves. you sip wine, and he behaves. you drag your heel up his leg, and still, he behaves. you know something is brewing behind those stormy eyes.

he launches his attack during dessert.

vanilla ice cream hits your tongue when he strikes, leaning back in his chair. his thick neck captures your attention, the dim light accentuating him just right.

“would your prefer we take this to the car or the bathroom? it’s pretty spacious back there, you know.”

lando speaks so casually, and slightly too loudly. your cheeks are aflame.

“lando!” you hiss in warning. you’re sputtering over his boldness, catching some ice cream with your tongue. he watches the way it moves over your lips intently.

“actually, as tempting as the bathroom is, we still need to break in the new car.” lando sounds like he’s talking about the weather, or a shopping list, not the location of your next sexcapade. you swear you see the old lady at the next table over wink at you. “your choice, honey.”

you’re staring daggers at him. he leans in closer, elbows resting on the table and a shit eating grin contorting his pretty face.

“i’ve been gone too long, i need to remember what that pussy feels like.” his voice has dropped an octave but it’s still too loud. you inadvertently grind against the chair. the candle on the table flickers from the force of the shaky breath your expel.

“if you shut up now, you can have me anywhere you want me.” you mumble, bringing your napkin to your lips. the ice cream is melting and you have more important things on your mind.

“i’ll have you anyway, honey. because no matter what happens, we’re gonna go back to the car and you’re gonna crawl into my lap, aren’t you? you’re not gonna be able to help it.” he keeps going and you want the ground to swallow you up. maybe you want to crawl over the table and jump on his lap right here. you fight every natural instinct.

“lando.” you try to scold him again but it comes out breathier, a feeble attempt at shutting him up. it’s hard to be convincing when you want nothing more than for him to bend you over in the middle of this restaurant.

“and after i’ve had you shaking on my lap, i’m gonna fill you up, yeah? you’ve been waiting for weeks, poor thing.”

you usher over the waiter, and ask for the bill.

-

he’s got you home in one piece and all the way up to the shower.

you’re still delirious from the car. he’s still dripping out of you.

he pushes you against the shower screen, your cheek resting on the fogged up plastic. the combination of yours and his first orgasm is enough to slick him up and he slides right back inside of you, as if he’d never left.

your head is spinning, car lights and nail prints in leather seats flashing through your mind.

he’d been right in the restaurant. you’d crawled straight into his lap and he’d been waiting, seat pushed back, cock slapping up against his tanned belly. he’d swiped his fingers through your folds, determining that you were wet enough already, and then you’d sunk straight down on him.

at first he’d just watched you lose control, bouncing and grinding and whining on his lap. you were growing tired when he stepped in, pushing you back against the steering wheel, the angle change making your eyes roll back. you came twice with his fingers on your clit and his other hand holding you down so he could grind up into you. he’d released deep into you, all you could do was shudder, collapsing into his chest.

now, he’s taking you again, the hot water cascading over you both. you’re almost limp, caught between the cold screen and his hot, restless body. this it was three weeks apart does to him, and the urge to claim every part of you is at the forefront of his mind.

you’re writhing. there’s no room to move; he’s pressed so tight against you, breathy moans sounding straight into your ear and you want him impossibly closer. you always missed him so much it hurt, but that pain had increased tenfold lately.

you try to roll your hips back into him, needing him deeper, somehow. you’re so wet and tight around him, and your attempt at moving on him has you clamping down on him.

lando whimpers when he lets go, marking you as his.

he washes your hair and you fall asleep together naked.

-

the fear

lando is due back from qatar.

any minute now, he’ll be walking through the door.

he’s taken a podium, so you are expecting somewhat high spirits, despite the slight issue that had been the sprint race.

a podium is a podium, you’d tried to tell him on the phone late on saturday night. you knew that a podium was never just a podium.

you’re cleaning the kitchen up, your sweet daughter tucked up tight in her bed upstairs. a random playlist is sounding from the speakers and you flit around in just his hoodie. it hits mid thigh and it’s keeping you shielded from the biting october air.

you hear keys in the lock somewhere in the distance. you grin stupidly. god, you always fucking miss him. you turn to face the doorway, eagerly anticipating his face, longing for one of his speciality hugs.

instead, a storm enters your kitchen in the form of your boyfriend.

you raise and eyebrow.

“lando?” you question.

your hips are in his hands before he can answer. he’s walking you backwards until the granite of the counter is digging into your lower back.

“turn around.” his voice is gravelly, commanding. you do as you’re told.

the hoodie is bunched around your waist, your panties are tugged to the side. you can hear the rustle of fabric, assuming he’s getting himself ready. two fingers gloss through your folds while he pushes you down, bending you over for him. he’s rubbing circles into your clit and you’re keening into his touch.

“you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” you manage to choke out. he grunts in response.

“just need to get inside you.” is all he replies. well, okay then.

lando rearranges you, hiking one of your knees up so that’s it’s resting on the countertop. your other foot barely touches the floor when he fucks into you, ruthless. you cry out, reaching blindly behind you for him. you graze his hip and he shivers, pushing into you even harder.

he’s frantic, messy with it, thumbing at your clit. there’s hardly any room to move his hand, so he’s grinding the pad of his thumb as best he can. the pressure builds in your belly embarrassingly fast. you love when he gets like this, but you will pry what’s wrong out of him later when he curls up into his chest.

“gonna give you another one. s’all i can think about. fucking you full.” he mutters. your back arches into him.

“please.” you whimper, slurred. it’s all you can think about too.

your plea ushers along his orgasm, and he drops his head against your back. you’re shaking when you finish; he stays buried deep for a moment, silence washing over you.

when he helps you stand up, he kisses you deep. he brushes the hair from your face, says hello properly.

“wanna go see her.” he mumbles.

-

when you finally manage to climb the stairs, you see straight into your daughters room.

lando is stood over her crib, watching her sleep in the lamp lit room. he’s cooing something to her that you can’t make out. your knees are weak at the sight. you want to fill this house with children that look like him and laugh the way he does.

he catches you watching, sending you a wink, a promise that he’ll meet you in bed. when he finally does, drawing back the sheets and dropping into bed beside you, he wraps himself around you instantly.

“talk to me.” you command, toying with his hair in a way that you know turns him into mush in your hands.

“can’t win a race, can’t give you another baby. just- fuck.” he sighs, voice so small. you tear up but you push that aside for now.

“stop, lando. don’t do this to yourself.” you try to sound firm, attentive.

“just- am i good to you? am i good to her?” he needs to hear you say it, that’s the only thing that will talk him down from this spiral. he’s exhausted, and this is often a consequence.

“sometimes i think you hung the stars in the sky.” you hum, kissing his forehead.

gentle snores lull you to sleep.

-

quickie

you go with him to austin.

it seemed logical, after the events of qatar. your daughter has been stolen away by lando’s dad, who is showing her the paddock and introducing her to mechanics. you watch on, momentarily, because then lando is stealing you away.

“haven’t you got fp3 in a minute?” you ask, coy smile on your face. he’s pulling your jeans down and kicking them away.

“this won’t take long.” he smirks.

you crave the upper hand for a change. his race suit is already undone, so you make your move. you tug down his fireproofs, taking his cock in your hands. he’s hard already, glistening for you. he groans, but doesn’t make you stop.

you’re watching him through your eyelashes, his head tipping back in pleasure. you work your hand around him, up and down, applying pressure at the base and around the tip. it’s flushed red, wet in your hand and he looks too pretty to stop. he can have you later, in your hotel room, you think. right now, you’re having him.

lando is panting, thrusting into your hand when he comes for you. you’re soaked through, and he can probably see the damp patch on the panties. his release hits your stomach, painting your flushed skin white. your eyes scan the room for something to clean yourself with, but he beats you to it.

thick fingers swipe through the mess he’s made. your panties are tugged to the side and then he’s fucking you with said fingers. you cannot produce a thought, mouth gaping open in the shape of an ‘o’. the sight before you has you gushing, and he uses that leverage to speed up.

“you think i’m gonna let it go go waste, honey? silly girl. pretty, pretty girl.” he mutters.

your hips are bucking into his hand when he pulls out of you, collecting more of him from your belly, and then he’s thrusting them in again. you tear up from the pleasure coursing through you, white hot. he’s crazy, you think, but he’s so fucking beautiful, teasing glint in his eye as he curls his fingers deeper.

“want it so bad, don’t you? gotta keep you full for me, don’t i?”

you’re sure you can be heard from the garage when your orgasm hits.

-

office party

a burnt orange dress clings to your hips and a curly haired man clings to your hand.

the mtc is lit up for another gala that you and lando have to attend. the season is over and they’ve had a great run, so a toast must be made to celebrate that.

you watch him get passed around the room between sponsors and other important people, proud of what he’s achieved. you hate sharing him, but it’s a necessary evil, so you drink champagne with oscar’s girlfriend, lily, and natalie pinkham.

when lando comes back to you, his PR smile is dropped and that genuine, boyish grin returns that you have so missed in his momentary absence. he introduces you to some people, proudly showing you off, sinking drinks as he does.

it’s nearing 10pm when his actions become questionable. his hand stays on your ass, his words whispered in your ear are filthy and his sly kisses on your neck stop being quite so sly.

you remove him from the main event, just for a moment, just to try and get him to compose himself before you jump him against one of the vintage racing cars. he sees this as an invitation, however, and then everything goes awry.

he’s dragging you into the lift, kissing you against the closed doors. when you stumble out a floor up, you can still hear the function in full swing. he’s pulling you down a hallway and into what you assume is an office. when he has you sat on a desk, you realise where you are.

“is this zak’s office?” your eyes pop out of your head, bewildered.

“maybe.” he shrugs. he’s smirking like a bastard.

“you’re insane.” you shake your head, standing from the desk, but his lips ghost your ear and you’re putty in his hands.

“you’re driving me insane. coming here in this tight fucking dress. can’t stop looking at you, thinking about this.” his hand rubs over your lower belly as he speaks, and then you’re back on the desk.

lando’s on his knees, peeling the silky material over your thighs until your barely there panties are in his face. he mouths over them briefly, and then they’re gone and his tongue is buried to the hilt in your cunt.

it doesn’t take him long to get you off, the alcohol and the thrill of being in the one place you should never have sex pushing you quickly towards your orgasm.

the glass wall of windows is too inviting for lando to pass up, so on shaky legs, you’re pressed up against them, looking out over the pond and the fairy lights when he pushes into you.

he’s kissing over your shoulder, your neck, holding your down on him while he thrusts up into you. you turn your head to kiss him, to let him swallow up your noises that could give you away.

“you’re so fucking good for me, honey. letting me have you here like this just so i can give you a baby.” he slurs against your lips, pussy drunk and ravenous.

he finds your clit, fast fingers making small swipes against it and you want to cry.

“gonna make this time count, yeah, honey? gonna keep it all inside of you until we get home?”

you try to nod, try to say something but you’re choking on air and dripping all over him. a couple more thrusts and you’re the perfect vessel for him to release into, throbbing and hot around his cock.

“beg for it, honey, come on. tell me how much you want it.” lando mumbles right in your ear.

“lando, please. please, please, please.” you whimper. “come for me, baby, need it inside of me.”

you leave the office a lot more composed than when you entered it. well, aside from the remnants of him that are running down your inner thighs.

-

a month later, lando’s laughing. he’s actually laughing, while you cringe, burying your blushing face in his chest.

you’re holding a pregnancy test in your hands, finally a positive one.

when you do the maths, you realise where baby norris was conceived, and you try and make him promise never to tell anyone that it was in his boss’s office.

“it’s a funny story.” he tells you. there are tears in his eyes.

“you’re so lucky i love you.” you roll your eyes. you are also dangerously close to crying.

but truthfully, you’re the lucky one. he carries you to bed that night, claiming that now you had a baby on board, you had to be careful!

you dream of him, that night. the man that hung the stars in the sky.

-

once again, idk what came over me i’m sorry lmfao

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[rad-batson]

AU where after 12yo Billy’s identity gets revealed to the JL, Bruce Wayne gives his number to Billy for emergencies or any other situation where he might need an adult (like a get-out-of-jail free card, covering rent, signing a permission slip, advice, anything.) No strings attached. He won’t act controlling. Just in case, you know?

And for a while it’s never used because Billy would rather take his own eye out than ask an adult for help. Until Billy realizes there are a lot more benefits to this than he thought. Now whenever Uncle Dudley is at work and Constantine is too busy running from the magical authorities or (more importantly) he doesn’t want either to know what he’s doing, Bruce is the adult he calls.

-

Cap, over comms: Hey Bruce, I need advice.

Bruce, already in the zeta tube: Which villain is it?

Cap: You have style, right? What should I wear to the school dance? Because Dudley said a ruffled tuxedo shirt is “a classic” but it sounds ugly and-

Bruce:

Bruce: Oh, it’s that kind of advice.

-

Bruce: *posing as Billy’s guardian for class registration day*

PTA Mom: Hello sir, is this your son?

Bruce: *looks at Billy*

Billy: *nodding his head*

Bruce: Yes

-

Billy: Hey Bruce, can you buy something for me?

Bruce: What is it?

Billy: *slowly hands Bruce a copy of The Conjuring*

Bruce:

Bruce: Billy, I don’t think you should—

Billy: You promised :(

Bruce: *whispering* fuck

-

Cap, over comms: Uhh, Bruce? Do you know Sanskrit?

Bruce: Yeah, why? Is it for a school assignment?

Cap: …Don’t tell Constantine.

Bruce:

Cap: I got kidnapped by an ancient cult, and I need you to help me escape.

Bruce: *crushes the mug of coffee he’s holding*

Bruce: Oh?

[fangirl-dot-com]

🍾Track 5 - Don't Blame Me

*sorry for the delay folks! I made this chapter a little bit longer because you all have been so patient with me! I got my paper done and my teacher looked over it before I turned it in and she liked it! so I hope you all like this chapter! for Logan I am using Kimi during Lotus for his body claim and then for reader I am using Nico during Renault. the cars are going to be switching*

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“And that is pole mate. Good job!” 

Logan was shaking as he took his cooldown lap around the track to get back to the pits. He was wondering if his radio was working correctly. 

“Did you say pole?” his voice shakily responded. 

“Yep! Great pace and congrats are in order.” 

He didn’t respond to that, still in disbelief. As he pulled the yellow and black car into Parc Ferme at the number 1 spot, his head whipped around. He let out a sigh in relief as his eyes landed on your own yellow car pulling into the number 2 spot. 

The blond went through his routine of turning off the engine and undoing the steering wheel before standing up and putting it back on. As he was bending down, he felt a slap to his back. Once the wheel had finally been placed in correctly, he turned in the direction of the hand. 

He could see your eyes crinkled through the opening of your visor as your hand clasped his. When he felt your glove, he finally recognized that this was not a dream and Logan was on pole for the first time in his career at the Bahrain Grand Prix. 

A flash of red also came up beside him and scrunched green eyes followed. 

“Mate, you were flying! Your time is so close to almost a one second gap!” he heard Charles say as the three of them took their helmets off so that they could be weighed. 

Logan let out a small laugh. “I was just driving.” 

You shook your head. “Just driving my ass. Lo, this is unbelievable.” 

The American turned his head to look at the other cars slowly pulling in. Max’s car was first in the line, signifying his P4 spot for tomorrow’s race. His face did not look happy as he took his own helmet off and glared at the stewards. Logan shrank in a bit at the sight of the angry Dutchman. When blue eyes met gray, Logan quickly turned his face to the side. 

“I think Max might be mad at me,” he muttered to you as you and Charles lined up for pictures. Charles sighed. 

“He’s not mad at you mate. He’s mad because they messed up their quali strategies. He was supposed to do three laps but they only let him do one.” 

Logan nodded his head and smiled for the flashing cameras. Once they were done and Charles went to be interviewed, Logan looked back at where the Dutchman had been. Only this time, Max was smiling wide as he looked at the two Lamborghini drivers. His hand waved them over. Logan nodded before making his way over to be interviewed after you were done.  

You had already found yourself conversing with Charles while Logan went over to Max. Logan was still a bit weary, but his fears melted once he was brought into a giant hug from the Red Bull driver. He sighed a bit and visibly deflated in hug. 

Once he pulled away, his eyes landed on some other familiar drivers that made his blood run cold. Alex and Oscar were looking at him like he just ran over their family dog and Lando had a murderous look in his eyes. 

Max saw the moment that Logan tensed. His gray eyes followed Logan’s line of sight and he sighed once he saw who he was looking at. He looked back to Logan. 

“He, dat is niet nodig. Negeer ze gewoon. Jij staat op pole en zij niet.” (Hey, there’s no need for that. Just ignore them. You’re on pole and they’re not.)

Logan sighed. “Waarschijnlijk eindig ik niet zoals altijd.” (I’ll probably just end up not finishing like always.) 

The Dutchman rolled his eyes. “Zeg dat niet. Je heb teen betere auto dan de meeste mensen op de baan. Laat ze niet bij je komen. Je bent een goede chauffeur.” (Don’t say that. You have a better car than most of the people on track. Don’t let them get to you. You’re a good driver.) 

Logan felt a bit better at the words being spoken to him. He was glad that he had begun to brush up on his Dutch so he wasn’t as rusty as he thought. He snorted as he looked at the other drivers’ wide eyes as they tried to look like they weren’t listening on their conversation. 

He looked over back at you and saw that you were pretending to tap a watch on your wrist. His eyes widened as the noticed the time. He turned to Max. 

“I got to go back to the garage. I think Y/n and I were going out to dinner tonight and you’re welcome to join if you want to. George and Lewis are also joining and she was supposed to ask Charles.”

Logan’s head turned back to you as he mentioned your name. Max smiled fondly at how he observed Logan looking at you. Hopefully, for Logan’s sake and mental health, you weren’t as oblivious as someone that was on the receiving end of his own glances. 

The American turned back to Max as he waited for the answer. The older man nodded. 

“Yeah, just text me the address and I’ll be there.” 

Max wished he would have said yes sooner, because the smile on Logan’s face practically rivaled the sun at the acceptance of a dinner invitation. 

“Great! I will see you there.” 

Logan gave the man a half hug before lightly jogging over to you. You saw the smile on Logan’s face as he got closer.

“Max said he can come to dinner,” Logan mentioned as the two of you began to walk to the garage. 

You smiled up at him. “Great because Charles also said that he can come as well. George and Lewis already have the address, and I made sure that the restaurant had vegan options before I gave them the location just in case we needed to change it or something.” 

Logan watched as you rattled on about the menu before he suddenly stopped as the two of you were in the hallway. Your brows pinched as you turned to your friend. 

“You ok Logs?” 

Logan’s face suddenly brightened as he pulled you into a hug. Although you were confused, your arms wrapped around his waist. He dug his face into the top of your head. 

“We’re P1 and P2 for tomorrow’s race,” he muttered. You let out a sigh of relief, thankful that his sudden stop wasn’t anything too serious. 

You pulled back just a bit to look him in the face. As you studied him a bit, you realized how close the two of you were. 

Had he always had those green flecks in his blue eyes? 

And had you always had that freckle near your top lip? 

Logan’s head was a bit bent as he stared down at you. He glanced around as he lightly licked his lips as they had gotten dry in the desert air. His eyes eventually met yours again. His forehead moved down to rest against yours and you were just enveloped in him. 

Logan. Logan. Logan. 

He took up too much space in your soul, but you didn’t want him to ever leave. 

Y/n. Y/n. Y/n. 

You had moved into Logan’s heart years ago and still didn’t pay rent. Good thing Logan wanted to keep you there as long as possible. 

“We’re late to debrief.” 

A groan escaped his lips as Logan finally let you go. The two of you entered the conference room still wrapped in each other’s arms. Marissa gave Michael a knowing smirk as the two of you sat down next to each other. 

The two of you were listening intently at the chosen strategies for tomorrow’s race. It would be a two-stopper with Logan being pitted first to keep the lead. However, if it seemed as though you were faster, you’d be granted the opportunity to race against him. 

You truly hope that you were slower. You wanted Logan to show everyone what he could truly do. 

Michael knew that the two of you wanted hotel rooms next to each other and that is exactly what he got. However, he warned that Williams was also going to be in the same hotel and to look out for Alex and James. You jokingly said that you probably wouldn’t see them, it was a big hotel. 

But now that you were in an awkward elevator ride with Logan, Alex, and James, you weren’t laughing. 

Alex had sighed as he pressed a button, keeping his eyes low. He didn’t even want to see what floor the two of you were going to. But, his curiosity got the best of him and his eyes widened when he saw the penthouse buttons pressed. He fought the urge to roll his eyes. 

Once Alex and James stepped off the elevator and the doors closed, you and Logan burst into a fit of giggles. You actually had to hold onto Logan to keep standing up straight. 

“Did you see Alex’s eyes when he noticed what floor we were going to?” you could hardly get out with all the giggles. 

“James looked like he wanted to die!” Logan helped you out of the elevator since you were still gasping for breath. 

“I can’t wait for the press conference when James and Michael are in the same one,” you giggled. “It might not be for a few races though. I think the FIA wants little to no drama.” 

Logan sighed as he jumped on the giant bed once he entered the room. It was so nice going from an itchy single bed to a bed that had sheets probably worth more than his first salary. And the smell was so much more fresh. The environment of the room just helped him relax. He’d be lying though if he said he wasn’t nervous about tomorrow. 

But that’s why they were going out to dinner tonight, just to get the edge of just a bit before going to bed. It always hurt Logan when he had to go to sleep after a full night of isolation and his own thoughts. 

His breath hitched in his throat when you showed him the dress you were wearing for the night. It was tight in all the right places, showing off your strong body. He was glad that you were so comfortable in your own skin, seeing as you were a bit more muscular and wider. But you had to be to do your job. And Logan would pick you any day over anyone. 

He let out a low whistle which made you blush under his gaze. You took one of the pillows and threw it at his head. 

“We’re going to be late if you don’t get ready now.” 

You only got an eye roll in response, but Logan rolled over and got off the bed. You knew he didn’t need a lot of time to get ready, but you wanted to get there early. It was your turn to whistle when Logan walked out in a button up and some slacks. 

Logan may have turned a shade of pink as he rolled his sleeves up and sprayed some cologne. He somewhat knew that he was attractive. But, he still couldn’t help but compare himself to people like Lando or Charles. 

You grabbed your purse as Logan put his phone and wallet into his pockets. You turned to pout at him. 

“Can you drive?” 

And how could Logan ever say no to your puppy eyes. He even opened the door for you at the hotel and at the restaurant. You rolled your eyes as you took his hand, slinging your legs over the door frame of the Urus. 

“And they say chivalry is dead.” 

Logan snorted as he led you to the front of the restaurant. It wasn’t anything fancy, but real wealth was silent, or whatever the filthy rich people said. 

The man shot a smile at the hostess, and you could see her visibly swoon. You may have felt some jealousy bubble inside your chest, but it went away when Logan’s hand slithered across your lower waist, pulling you into his side. 

If it were just the two of you, you would have molded yourself against him. But this was a public place and the main floor was filled. Logan knew this was a possibility and booked a private room, out of sight from any unwanted eyes. (Mainly, he heard that McLaren might host a dinner here and he did not want Oscar or Lando to ruin anything.) 

Funnily enough, the two of you were the first ones there. You took a look at your phone and read the messages from the four different guys that they were almost there.

Logan and you took the liberty to get some wine for the table. He almost wanted to be petty and order the most expensive wine possible, just to flaunt a bit, since now he had a salary that rivaled Charles’s or even George’s. Eight figures would do that to a person. But he knew that you liked a more simpler wine when eating food. You claimed it helped the dishes taste better, since your tongue wouldn’t be doused with thick wine. 

The waiter had just come back with the bottle, when the same hostess opened the sliding doors, revealing Max, Charles, Lewis, and George. You smiled at them. 

“Did you four all drive together?” 

Max looked a bit sheepish. “Apparently we’re staying at the same hotel, so we just carpooled.” 

“Ah.” 

Since you and Logan were already sitting next to each other (definitely for moral support), the rest filled in the round five seater. Charles took a place by you, followed by George and Lewis. Max sat on the other side of Logan. 

Charles immediately looked at the menu. “I’ve never been here, but the dishes look fantastic.” 

It also helped that there was a plethora of Italian dishes. 

“I’ve been here once, like two years ago,” you said before taking a sip of wine. “We, uh Arrow, came to watch the opener since Pato was wanting to start training to be a reserve. I was told that there was a price limit. The limit they gave me didn’t even cover one dish. To my surprise, everyone was able to get what they wanted.” 

Lewis looked at you with a pity smile. You waved your hand. 

“It was fine in the end. I eventually left, took one of their new Mercedes, and drove to I think Burger King.” 

George almost spit his drink out at the story. Lewis smirked. 

“Sounds like something my teammate would do. And it would probably be my car he would steal.” 

“Hey!” 

It wasn’t long before the same waiter came to take the numerous orders. Knowing that everyone had a race the next morning, the dishes were light and protein packed. Lewis was delighted to see that there were many options for vegan dishes. 

Towards the end of the meal, the guys asked for the check, not seeing that Logan had already asked for it ahead. He smirked as he quietly slipped his card into the booklet and handed it back. The hostess was nice as she explained that it had already been paid for. 

“Mate,” Charles started before Logan held his hand up. 

“It’s fine. Not like it’ll do anything to the checking account you know?” 

You smirked behind your cup. 

Max also had a grin. “You have big boy money now? How much were they paying you at Williams compared to Lamborghini?” 

Logan’s eyes looked up slightly as he mentally did the math. 

“So Williams ended my salary at 1 million, so,” he winced a bit, “Andretti upped it to 30 million, give or take.” 

You huffed. “At least you made it into the millions with Williams. Arrow was paying me around nine-hundred-thousand dollars.” 

George asked, “How much were the other drivers making?” 

“O’Ward was paid around 4 million.” 

Logan’s head whipped to you. “They were paying you that little?” 

You only shrugged, really not wanting to talk about your time with Arrow. “It’s fine. I’m getting paid the same amount at Logan so I’m good.” 

Around 9 p.m., Max mentioned that they should head back to the hotel. You and Logan agreed. However, as you walked out, your eyes caught familiar people. You scoffed and kept walking. Everyone looked in the direction that your head had been and also saw the big table full of the McLaren team, including Pato and David. 

Seeing your reaction, they just kept on walking. 

You’d show them tomorrow at the race how much they fumbled. 

Arrow and Williams needed to realize that they lost the best things that they. 

The next morning, you and Logan were there bright and early to go over last minute things. Logan also definitely found out that he has a staring problem, because his eyes could not leave you as you talked to one of your mechanics. 

It was nice to see you in your environment. Logan was also very happy with mechanics and a team that actually listened to what he said and suggested. Williams never did that. 

Logan felt peace as he sat in the car, waiting to get on the track. He had never felt like this at Williams. He always felt on edge, like one mess up and he’d be replaced midseason. Maybe if they didn’t put so much pressure on him, he wouldn’t have messed up so many times. 

He knew that he could drive well. 

“Just remember Logan, Y/n is going to help create a gap. No pressure, just smooth and clear driving,” his engineer Elio said over the radio. He had been thankful for the older man. He kind of reminded him of kind uncle. Not too old to be a grandpa, but older than Logan by almost 20 years. 

“Copy. Are we ready to go?” 

“Lights out in 5.” 

Logan inhaled deeply as he flexed his fingers on the steering wheel. 

“And it’s lights out and away we go for the 2024 Bahrain Grand Prix! Logan Sargeant maintains the lead at turn 1, his teammate right behind him. Max Verstappen gets ahead of Charles Leclerc but Leclerc is not going to give up. Oh! What is going on in the back! 

It looks like both McLarens have taken each other out at turn 2! Alex Albon has dropped two places and now resides in P17 with teammate Theo in P18. 

Sargeant is going into turn 3 and is still ahead with his teammate out of the DRS zone.”

“Ok Logan, it’s a virtual safety car. Keep pace nice and steady.” 

“Who was it?” 

Elio sighed before responding. “Both McLarens are out, debris is being cleared. Safety car ending in 1 lap.” 

Logan wanted to laugh so much on the radio. What were the odds of both McLarens getting out before the first lap of the race. 

Karma was Logan’s bitch. 

The race remained pretty uneventful after the virtual safety car was lifted. You did an amazing job maintaining pace with Charles gaining and then falling back. It seemed like he was toying with you, but your car was slower on the corners and his car was slower on the straights. It balanced out perfectly. 

It was nerve wracking when your engineers decided to call both you and Logan into the pits at the same time for a double stack.

However, people should have never doubted at you and Logan both had pit stops under 2.5 seconds each, letting the two of you keep the lead that you built. You had come out behind some drivers, but they hadn’t pitted at all. 

The Lamborghini garage erupted with cheers as you and Logan got closer to the end, still in a respectable 1-2. 

“LOGAN SARGEANT WINS THE BAHRAIN GRAND PRIX, FIRST OF HIS CAREER! AND Y/N L/N BRINGS IT HOME WITH A 1-2 FOR THE LAMBORGHINI-ANDRETTI RACING TEAM! 

“I know that Michael and Tonino are very happy with this driver set up. 

“Charles Leclerc crosses the line with the checker flag in P3 after an intense battle of his own with Verstappen who finishes in P4.”  

Logan stood on the nose of his car and just screamed as he hunched over. Every emotion was piling on him and this was the only way of escape. When he was finished, he was pulled down into your waiting arms. The two of you couldn’t help but jump up and down and just congratulate each other. 

Charles and Max watched with fond eyes (and maybe cringed when the two of you wouldn’t break eye contact – because they were thinking Is that how we look?). 

The smile on Logan’s face could not be wiped off as he stood in the middle of you and Charles for pictures. It never left as he was being interviewed by Nico Rosberg. 

“Logan how are you feeling right now?” 

He was a bit speechless, but he was able to formulate a sentence. 

“Well, it’s just phenomenal, what the team did. I knew I was breaking some hearts of the fans when I couldn’t give them the results that I wanted to give them. Last year, I kind of felt like a play thing for everyone to use, because I just kept being let down.” 

Nico put a hand on his shoulder. “Well, I certainly hope that is not the case for this year?” 

Logan shook his head. “Not at all. Andretti came to me like some paradise in the darkest part of my life. It just took me a minute to realize that I just needed them, a good team. I’d cross the line for them, figuratively and literally. Just hoping that if I do, my lap times won’t be deleted.” 

The German through his head back and laughed at the metaphor. Logan was able to chuckle as well. You quickly switched with Logan after he was done. 

This year, they did interviews a bit different and let the race winner go first, followed by runner up and P3. 

“Y/n, my my my, that was outstanding with how you built the gap. Mind telling us how you did that?” 

You brought the microphone to your lips. 

“Well, Nico, it felt like I was wasting my time a bit, and losing my mind, just because it was just me in my little space. Charles and Max really kept me on my toes for the first half, but after the pit stop the gap just kept increasing.” 

The blond man smiled at your confession. “You definitely look like you had a good race though.”  

You nodded. “Of course. I’ve been told that I get this wild look in my eyes, but racing is just fun for me to do and I love it. I think with some of my initial moves, they were a bit more defensive than what I would like. I know some people are going to be like ‘she’s gone too far this time.’ But in the end, it’s just racing. Charles and I had a great time and Max at the beginning. It was perfect.” 

The podium was also the symbol of perfection. For the first time in decades, you got to hear the Star Spangled Banner play before the Italian anthem followed. You saw as Charles swayed back and forth and sang with it, a big smile on his face. 

Who doesn’t like the Italian national anthem? 

When the champagne came, it was a mess. Charles decided to go after you, and you went after Logan, who tried his best to spray the two of you back. While Charles went to spray his team below, Logan stopped right next to you. 

His blue eyes met yours and quickly darted to your lips that were sticky with the bubbly. 

He leaned down and whispered, “Don’t blame me, I’m about to do something crazy.” 

Logan didn’t wait for your reply and cut the distance between the two of you. You were shocked but quickly registered the feeling of his lips on yours. Your eyes immediately closed as you kissed back. 

Michael, who had gone up to receive the constructor’s trophy, quickly leaned over the rail. 

“Marissa, you owe me!” he shouted, making the Lamborghini team laugh. Many of them knew of the bet between the two siblings. 

Everyone else was shocked as the two of you were lost in your own little world. Well, you were lost until Charles came back over and dumped the rest of his champagne bottle on your heads. You quickly parted to spray him back. This time, the Ferrari driver was soaked as you and Logan attacked him. 

When the three of you stood for the picture, you on Logan’s left, Michael on his right, with Charles the other side of Michael. Your head got closer to Logan’s ear as you all smiled. 

“You’re crazy Logan Sargeant,” you whispered. 

Logan turned to face you, his bright smile back on his lips. 

“I’m not doing love right if it doesn’t make me crazy.” 

At the top, Logan missed the dark and pained looks of three drivers. Two in orange and one in blue. They all looked lonely in the sea of yellow and black. 

At the top, however, it wasn’t lonely. Logan had all that he needed. 

lamborghini_racing has posted

lamborghini_racing happy drivers, happy boss, happy 1-2 🥳

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lambo_duo AYO THAT'S MY TEAM

papa_tonino grazie a tutti! grande gara! 💛🖤

venus2 grazie mr. tonino! glad we could bring it home first for you!

logangirlie when I say slay, I mean SLAYYYYY 💅

lambo&co GUYS ARE WE JUST GOING TO SKIP THE PODIUM KISS???????

y/n_95 I think I cried a bit when I watched it - they really said childhood friends to lovers

formulala_delulu ngl that 1-2 was sexy. Logan leading by 15+ seconds with y/n in her own untouchable little world

lestappenlove Charles looked like he was going through a crisis when y/n and long wouldn't stop looking at each other in Parc Ferme

verstappenleclerc ikr - he was probably wondering if that's what he and Max look like

bee_lamborghini I just need every race to be like this one

venus2 has posted

venus2 if you aren't crazy then you ain't doin it right 🖤🍾

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American_f1 IT HAD BEEN TOO LONG SINCE THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER WAS PLAYED 🇺🇸

Logan.nation guys, I'm so proud of him. he really defied all the odds and showed them what they gave away! happy driver of the day as well Logan!

lambo_duo the pics go hard 🔥

phoenix95 proud of youuuuuuu 🥳❤️

venus2 i see you've taken Charles's class on instagram comments

charles_leclerc I taught my child well ☺️

lewishamilton your child 🤨

charles_leclerc *our child

loscar_no_more this was amazing (especially after you know who dnf-ed)

my_goat_logan the group picture on the podium was so wholesome

bennys_back DID ANYONE NOTICE BENNY CRYING WHILE HE WATCHED LOGAN?????

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phoenix95 I'll be usin for the rest of my lifeeeee 🐝

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y/ns_world the helmet is peak (the inverted) >>>>>

charlie&y/n she really is Charles's daughter

leclerc_line so we have y/n, the oldest, ollie the middle brother, and Leo as the youngest

shark_leclerk except y/n is also Lewis's kid, Ollie and Leo are Max's

venus2 again with the caption?

phoenix95 yes, and?

venus2 ☹️

maxverstappen1 @.charles_leclerc and @.lewishamilton - your kid made mine and George's kid sad

georgerussell63 put her in timeout 🫵

phoenix95 we're good now (I gave him another kiss)

maxverstappen1 DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW

y/n.nation expert masterclass from y/n today!

lambo_duo her driving is a symbol of perfection!

venus&phoenix the duo we didn't know we needed

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landonorris definitely not what we wanted today, but we'll keep pushing 👊

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lando_no_rizz you'll get back to it in Jeddah

loscar_no_more hmmmm maybe you're just not fit for f1?

logan2sargeant BYE 💀

ln4 next race is where it's at 👊

logangirlie karma at its finest

mclarengoldenboy head up lando, that win is coming!! 🏆

verstappen33 don't worry about lambo, they'll fall apart soon

bee_lamborghini make sure your drivers finish the race before you say something ☺️

norris4ever let's go lando!

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Princesita | Carlos Sainz

dad!Carlos Sainz x mom!Reader

Description: Your husband and your princesita's dad, Carlos.

After the last race, Carlos wanted to surprise his family. He came before the day he told you. Carlos slowly unlocked the living room to find you and your daughter sitting together. As soon as her eyes caught his sight, she jumped into his arms screaming, “Papa!” He took the toddler in his arms and wrapped his arms tightly around her. “Hey Cami, how are you, Mi Princesita?” He asks gently ruffling her hairs. He gently kisses her forehead as she giggles and replies, “I am very well, Papa,” her tiny hand reaching up to touch his face.

“How are you honey?” You ask.

He puts Camila down and takes your hand in his. He places a kiss on your knuckles and answers, “I am great, Senorita. How are you?”

“Fine.”

Carlos wraps an arm around your waist and places a sweet peck on your lip. “Oh, and one thing.” Camila’s face lit up with her typical excitement as she waited Carlos to continue.

“What?”

“Did you open the package?” I shook my head.

“Why?!”

“I thought it should be opened with you.”

“But it was for you!” He exclaimed.

“Oh, I didn’t knew.”

You placed the package on the coffee table. Camila immediately runs to it, her expression curious and waiting for what is inside. Carlos smiles and begins to cut the tapes on the package, carefully keeping Camila away from the blades.

Carlos smiles and stops for a moment while opening the package, he looks over at Camila and then turns his attention back to the present. He cuts the rest of the tape that keeps the box together and lifts the lid.

“What is it, Papa?” Camila asks.

"It's a special package with a very special surprise for mummy, princesita," he replies, grabbing Camila's hands and placing her on his lap.

Camila's eyes widen, her cheeks glowing with excitement as she looks down into the box. Carlos lifts the box a little more so that Camila can get a better look of what's inside, revealing a magnificent necklace inside. Camila immediately starts to smile widely, jumping up and down excitedly as she starts to clap her hands.

Carlos raises the box to show it to you. “It’s for you, mi reina.”

“It’s so beautiful Carlos.”

Camila smiles widely as she stares in awe at the sight of the necklace, her little hands reaching out towards it. Carlos chuckles softly and lifts her little hands up, allowing them to touch the shining necklace. Camila smiles and laughs excitedly, grabbing the necklace tightly and waving it around.

“Careful Camila! It’s jewellery, not a toy.”

Camila keeps giggling and continues to hold out the necklace towards her mother, wanting to share her joy with her, Carlos chuckles softly and says "Cami, you have to give this to mommy. It is a gift for her, okay?" he replies, smiling.

Carlos chuckles again, and turns to look at you, he smiles and says "See, now she wants to give it to you," he adds as Camila stretches her tiny arms out towards you. You take the necklace and place it back in the box.

"Thank you Carlos, it's such a wonderful gift," you said. "Anything for you, mi reina."

You ask Carlos, “You want to shower before we dine?” He nods and leave for bath.

Carlos takes a shower and then goes over to his closet to get dressed for dinner. He finally decides to put on a nice t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants to join you and Camila for dinner.

“I made some pasta carbonara.” You spoke.

“Oh really?” Camila’s face lit up with excitement. You serve her some and take some for yourself. Carlos also serve himself and three of you dine together.

"Can I tell you something?” Camila asks after dinner.

Carlos chuckles and says "Sure, what is it?" he replies, and Camila looks at you and him with a small smile, "Promise you won't get angry?" she asks.

“No, what happened?”

Camila smiles widely, "Remember that necklace that you had gotten earlier?" she asks, looking at him with bright-eyes, but before Carlos can reply, she continues to say, "It was a surprise, right?” Carlos nods.

Camila smiles excitedly as she continues to speak, "Well, I know that the necklace was for you and it was your present, but..."

“But?” You raised an eyebrow.

Camila continues her sentence, "Okay, but the thing is... I accidentally opened it... when you went for shower...yesterday" she says meekly, with a small blush on her face. You and Carlos shared a look. The package looked so intact and untouched when you took it out to open. Camila packed it back so well.

Camila looks at him with her big eyes with a slightly panicked expression on her face, she asks her dad, "Are you angry?"

“Mi Princesita, it was wrong.”

Camila looks down and starts to pout, "I know... but I-I wanted to see it," she says in a soft, low voice as she keeps looking down, not wanting to meet your eyes.

“But Cami, it is wrong to do so. You should have asked.”

Camila is silent for a moment before saying, "I know," she replies with a soft, sad look on her face, as she buries her face into Carlos’ neck, she sounds like she's about to cry, "I'm sorry...," she whispers.

Carlos chuckles softly as he hears Camila's words, he leans down and kisses her head, "It's alright, it's alright, I'm not angry, Cami," he says, cuddling her tightly.

“It’s okay Cami, we forgive you.” You spoke. "But promise me you won't do it again. You could get hurt."

Camila leaves Carlos’ arms and jumps into your arms, hugging you tightly. “I am sorry mamma, I promise you.” You gently run a hand over her back and say, “It’s okay.”

Camila buries her head further into you. You and Carlos look at each other and smile as you run a soothing hand on her back. “We forgive you Cami,” Carlos spoke.

“At least she was honest,” you slowly whispered to Carlos. He nods and smiles.

Camila pulls away and smiles at you, her big brown eyes staring at you.

She leaves your arms and rushes towards Carlos. He immediately engulfs his little princess in his arms. Camila buries her head into his neck and wraps her arms tightly around him.

"She starts crying so early," Carlos says to you and adds, "just like her mom."

"Hey!" you were offended and playfully smacked his arm.

A/n: Taglist: @faithshouseofchaos, hi my friend. Thanks to @saradika for the separators. Thanks to my sister for proofreading.

[youkissedareaderinthedark]

Mockingbird

Synopsis: Charles Leclerc as always been a family man, so it makes perfect sense to everyone when he chooses to adopt a child. Specifically, you.

adopted monegasque daughter reader x charles leclerc

A/N: for this one; charles will adopt y/n when he’s 28, for the most part, the grid will be the same as the 2023, everyone’s just older, and because charles’ relationships are unpredictable, he chooses to adopt and raise y/n mostly on his own.

. okay so

. again, charles has always wanted a family

. small, big, when he’s young, when he’s old

. doesn’t care, just wants a family

. specifically, a child

. but after many not-so serious and semi-serious relationships

. he realizes that he’ll have to wait a few years until he can have one of his own

. unless

. “what if I just adopt a child?”

. “I won’t have to wait any longer, I can just have one and raise them on my own terms”

. charles decides he likes this idea very much

. so he thinks it over and talks about it with his own family

. then after many conversations with his mother

. he visits a few adoption centers

. talks to a lot of social workers and child protective service workers

. finds one wide-eyed, adorable, 3 year old girl

. and falls absolutely in love

. the directors of the adoption center tell him all about you

. your birth parents, your story, your situation

. his heart was set

. the adoption process takes a few months

. so charles take that time to get ready for you

. but nothing could prepare him for the day the adoption agency called and told him you were his

. he swears it was the best day of his life

. he was beaming the entire drive to the adoption center with pascale

. had tears in his eyes when he finally got to hold you in his arms

. so then

. charles leclerc is a father

. the first two years of living with charles was definitely an experience

. you don’t remember much but he tells you how chaotic ages 3-5 were

. about how he basically lived with his mother in his childhood home for those years so she could help him take care of her granddaughter

. how much he loved getting to know you

. finding your favorite foods, toys, shows, ect

. how he loved teaching you his languages

. (he raises you in french, italian, and english, particularly in that order)

. how he cried when he dropped you off for day care and kindergarten the first time

. how he loved helping you know him

. like playing songs on his piano for you

. teaching you how to play different sports

. or watching old formula 1 races together

. speaking of formula 1

. you were raised racing

. charles bought you your first kart when you were six

. brought you to your first f1 race when you were five

. actually, charles had a love-hate relationship with bringing you to races with him during the early years of having you

. because on one hand

. there’s thousands of cameras around during a race weekend, and charles doesn’t want you televised 24/7

. and there’s also hundreds of people around him while he’s in the paddock, and he wants none of them near you

. it’s also hard to give you his full attention during race weekends

. which is something he always wants to do

. so he’s against the idea at first

. but on the other hand

. he can’t bear being apart from you for a few hours, nonetheless a few days or sometimes weeks

. and he knows you don’t really understand what’s going on, only that your dad puts on a red suit and drives a very fast car for a hour and half

. but he loves coming back to the garage to see you sitting with andrea, clad in ferrari merch and big headphones with a happy grin on your face

. it cheers him up no matter what happened on track

. and he knows he has lots of people willing to look out for you while he’s busy

. because you instantly became beloved by the grid the moment charles walked in with you in his arms

. who’s carlos sainz and pierre gasly?

. you only know uncle carlo and uncle pear

. uncle lew, uncle max, the list goes on

. although charles never lets you out of the ferrari garage

. his closest friends come in and visit you often

. sometimes because your dad asked, sometimes just because they want to

. also, speaking of max

. you met penelope during the winter break when you were five

. and even though she’s three years older than you

. she instantly became like your older sister

. and suddenly charles and max hang out a lot more often for the sake of their daughters

. anyway, the early years of living with charles were still chaotic, but he says that those years contain some of his favorite memories

. he loved watching you grow up

. sending you to primary school

. watching you kart on the same track he drove on when he was your age

. spending many afternoons at his mother’s house with his brothers

. (arthur and lorenzo are the best uncles by the way)

. watching you discover your own passions, whether that be racing or not

. traveling around the world with you, both to race and to explore

. watching you become independent, speaking up for yourself and what you believe in

. it all goes by very fast for charles

. and suddenly you’re a teenager

. by now charles is close to/about to retire

. so you don’t spend that much time in the paddock as a teenager

. but the times that you do are very fun

. instead of staying in charles’s team garage, you explore the paddock with penelope, who’s still an older sister to you

. you befriend all the newer drivers

. and hang out with whichever drivers are left from the grid when you first got adopted

. however, the drivers that charles has been friends with and have retired by now

. lewis, daniel, carlos, pierre, max, george, alex, lando

. you’ve formed your own big family with them and their kids

. because almost all of you live in monaco, you see each other often

. you guys go on vacations together when you don’t have school

. holidays on private beaches and expensive yachts

. or at booked-out ski resorts and mountain lodges

. you and penelope are the oldest, and are mostly in charge of looking after the youngest kids

. but you don’t mind, you love them

. it’s your own little f1 community

. but this is barely the beginning of having charles as a father

. he loves embarrassing you, for one

. at first glance, it might seem cool to have your dad come pick you up from school in a ferrari

. until he gets out in strangely pattered pants and a shirt that will never match

. “papa, do you not have anything else in your closet?”

. “what do you mean? you don’t like?”

. he says it keeps you humble

. you say he should just stay in the car next time

. charles does make sure you’re humble and grateful for everything you have

. but he doesn’t help by spoiling you to death

. you like something from the new gucci collection? it’s yours

. new dior bracelet you said is pretty? your birthday gift

. you think aruba looks nice? where do you think you two spend your next summer vacation

. “papa, when I said I wanted a break from school, I didn’t mean in italy”

. “but mon petit soleil, you are relaxed now, non? you’ll be back by monday, don’t worry”

. whether it be italy or not, wherever you go, charles tries to keep you as safe as possible

. he’s always been cautious of fans and paparazzi around you, no matter how old you are

. making sure you’re holding on to him when a crowd comes out from no where and gets too close for comfort

. keeping you by his side when there’s paparazzi around

. and doing whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe and happy at home/school/in the paddock

. anyway

. I could go on and on about being charles’ daughter

. but the point is that he loves you

. you’re y/n jules leclerc

. his petit soleil

. he couldn’t imagine his life without you

[vaguely-concerned]

the way garak looks at bashir as he puts all the clues together at the end of cardassians. the sheer 'look at that little twink go (affectionate, sexual overtones)' energy he manages to convey in the background there as bashir passionately does the presentation of their group project that garak did 80% of the actual work on. immaculate

[skitskatdacat63]

How did I never hear this radio until the brawn doc hahahaha

[russellsppttemplates]

Do you have any fics similar to the Lewis one called daddy’s home

Hiii! I'm assuming you're talking about pieces I’ve written with dad!driver after the baby is born? Feel comfortable to correct me if it isn't, though!

For Lewis, that's the only one I have.

For Charles, I have

Our little family

Our village

It helps mama too

For Pierre, I have

Papa's lookalikes

You're the best papa

For George, I have

Bestfriends

Skin to skin

For Lance, I have

Your mummy is my hero

For Mick, I have

Nowhere I would rather be

For Daniel, I have,

Monza Surprise

For Lando, I have

I have it all right here

I think these are the ones that include the baby's first moments and meeting their father, and overall newborn cuteness! There are also many blurbs, but those are harder to link here, so maybe you can look over the tags (I always have driver's name blurb ) and you'll be able to find them ✨️

I hope this was helpful 🤍✨️

[ferrarrigirl]

could you do a fic where carlos has children and it just tonnes of fluff? thxxxx

A/N: AHH ty for my first request. I hope you like it xxx Also ignore the pictures idk why they are coming up in a weird order :(

Also Check out my poll for favorite kiddie from the fic

BANG. You jump out of bed hearing something smash out in the kitchen. Immediately you turn to the side, seeing Carlos fast asleep beside you. He must have gotten in late last night and snuck in without waking you. You told him he should stay in Singapore and celebrate the win with the team, but he wanted to be at home with you and the kids. You rush to put your slippers on and move towards to where you heard the loud noise from. Peeking into the kitchen you see your oldest daughter holding a broom while your boy sits on the kitchen stool watching Elena with a guilty face. You step into the kitchen, catching Elena’s attention.

“Oh no, sorry Mama, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“That’s okay amor,” you reply moving to Mateo and kissing his cheek, “but what are you doing up? You should’ve woke me if you were hungry, I could’ve made you something.”

“We saw Papa’s car in the driveway and wanted to surprise him for winning,” Mateo says looking up at you with the same big brown doe eyes his Papa has. You can’t help but break out into a grin, these kids really were the best.

“Well we would’ve been able to surprise you too if Mateo didn’t go and smash the bowl on the ground,” your daughter spills. You giggle lightly, she’s always been the feisty one.

You now move towards her, grabbing the broom from her hand “that’s okay bebe, I can help you both now and we can make Papa a nice big breakfast.” You split the kitchen; with you cooking the eggs and sausage, Elena on fruit cutting duty, and Mateo mixing the pancake batter, the only thing you were sure he wouldn’t mess up. God was that boy clumsy. Within 20 minutes, all 3 of you had the kitchen island filled with a gourmet breakfast buffet.

“Cmon you know the drill,” the kids groan knowing their mom has to take a picture to document this. They would look back and appreciate it you thought.

“Perfect” you say snapping a picture of them standing behind the plated goodies. “Okay you two go brush your teeth, I’ll wake Noah and Luna and then we can surprise Papa.”

As your oldest two kids scurry to their rooms, you head in the direction of your younger boy. You sit down on the bed next to him, “Morning Noah, time to wake up baby”, you say, lightly running your hand through his beautiful dark hair. The same brown eyes flutter open and close as he cuddles into his stuffed Lightning Mcqueen. Ever since Charles gave him that, they’ve been inseparable.

“Nooo still tired Mama.”

“Cmon, me Elena and Mateo already made breakfast and there’s pancakes for you,” you try bribing him. No reply. You try again, “Papa’s back.”

PAPA’S BACK?” He jumps out of bed and ontop you.

“Shhh yes bubba but he’s sleeping,” you say rubbing his back, “So let’s go get you ready and then we can surprise him.” Happy with this plan, you get your third child into the bathroom and ready and bring him out to the kitchen so Elena can watch him. You sigh, only two more to wake up.

You head back to your bedroom, joining Carlos on his side of bed, you lean down and press a kiss to his cheek, “Good morning race winner.” He slowly opens his eyes giving you a lazy smile as he pulls you down into bed with him. 

“Morning carino, what are you doing up so early, come cuddle,” he says nuzzling his face into your neck, pressing light kisses along your shoulder. You lightly giggle while reminding him ‘Are you forgetting the house full of kids we have?”

You feel his smile grow against your shoulder, “I could never,” he jokes back, “I missed you guys so much.”

“We missed you more bub.”

You give yourself another 5 minutes to bask in his warmth while you can, just lying in his strong hold, feeling his hair tickle your ear. These are the moments you miss most every time he has to leave for a race weekend.

“Hmm, alright get up,” you peer over at the clock, “Luna’s gonna be up in 5 minutes, which gives you enough time to get ready, get her and meet me in the kitchen,” you say while pulling yourself out of bed. You drop another kiss to his cheek and as you walk out the door, you can’t help laugh while hearing Carlos groan and mutter “Yes ma’am.”

Back in the kitchen, Noah, Elena and Mateo all sit in the stools lining the island, waiting patiently for breakfast to be served. You’re surprised that they haven’t all rushed to Carlos in bed yet, they must really want to surprise him for the win.

“How long Mamaaaaaa, I’m hungryyyyyy,” Noah whines. There it is you think.

“Soon bubs, he’s just getting Lu.” Moving to the fridge, you grab Luna’s bottle, knowing she’ll be hungry the second she sees you and as you shut the fridge door, Carlos walks into the kitchen holding baby Luna.

“Surprise Papa!” Your kids yell running to Carlos engulfing him in a big family hug. You carefully grab Luna so he can give each of his babies a hug and kiss as they yell different congratulations his way.

He notices the breakfast feast behind them, “Did you guys make all this for me?”

“Si Papa,” says your eldest daughter with a proud grin.

Mirroring her smile, Carlos replies “Muchas gracias mi alma” and gives her another forehead kiss. You stand feeding Lu her bottle, just admiring the way Carlos helps each one plate their food and how the kids tell him everything they loved about the race.

“The DRS move to help uncle Lando was so good”

“You were going so fast”

“I felt bad for Uncle Cha”

“Was it hot”

“Is Uncle George okay”

“I knew you would win Papa”

That last one from Mateo has you tearing up (he’s always been his biggest fan), just seeing the beautiful family you’ve created and how happy the kids are. Carlos notices and comes your way, “Hermosa, why you getting all teary eyed on me hmm?” he says the same big brown doe eyes filled with concern.

“I’m just so proud of you and so happy that we could be celebrating together. Thank you for coming home,” you look up at him through your glossy eyes.

He wraps an arm around you, leans down and places a slow delicate kiss on your lips. Pulling back, he rests his forehead on yours and smiles, “Te amo carino, I’ll always come home to you.”

A/N: omg why did this turn out so adorable. I need Carlos in my life😭. Also please leave any suggestions/feedback on what you liked and didnt

[unluckyhoneybee]

Sweet boy (Daniel Ricciardo)

You fell in love with Daniel during the most difficult time of your life. Angst to Fluff.

Note: the flu kicked my ass and made me all soft, so here we have a step-dad Dan shot that had been half written on my drafts since August.

Warning: giving birth (c-section)

You knocked the door and it opened instantly.

"Hey sweet..."

"He's gone. His things are gone. I... I've lost him"

You broke down in tears.

"Oh fuck, come here."

Daniel wrapped his arms around you and pulled you inside his apartment. He was so delicate and careful, helping you sit with him on his big sofa. Then, he gave you some paper to dry your tears and hugged you close.

You cried for so long, hugging your belly and hiding on Daniel's neck. He simply stayed there, keeping you close, warm and comfortable, soothing you went your sobs didn't let you breath and slowly bringing you back.

By when your sobs stopped, you already had a headache. You felt defeated, betrayed, lost... All the possible things. Your heart felt heavy.

"YN?"

You looked up at him. He smiled softly and brushed one tear that was falling.

"Do you want some water, babe?"

You nodded.

"Okay, stay here. I'll be back."

He disappeared for a second and came back with water and a smile.

"Okay, sweetheart. Do you want to explain what happened?"

With all the strenght you had left, you pulled the note. Daniel took it and even though he could already imagine what was going on, watching it written in such a cold way, made him angry and desperate to punch a hole somewhere. Jeff's face, for example.

Sorry, I need to leave.

This became too much. I don't want that baby.

Daniel left the note on the table and opened his arms again for you. You hid on his chest and he caressed your back.

"Is there something I can do?" He whispered.

"Just hold me." You said weakly.

Daniel was your best friend, the one that had always been with you, so he was the one you looked for when you found out that your long time boyfriend had left you pregnant with his child. A child you already loved so much and were so excited to have.

Danny held you for the longest time, letting you cry it all out until your tired body gave up. You had fallen asleep on his chest. But he needed to breathe. He gently laid you down on the sofa, on your side because you always told him about how the belly was starting to bother you and it was the best position. He then covered you with his blanket and kissed your head. He took his phone and went outside.

Calling Michael was the best idea.

"Hey, man."

"Hey... Um... Something happened"

"What happened?"

"YN"

"Fuck. Is she okay? The baby..."

"The baby is fine. She... Well. Jeff left. Picked his stuff, wrote a note and left. Like the fucking coward he is"

Daniel knew that the silence from the other side of the line meant that Michael was just as angry as he was.

"She is there, right?"

"She is. She has been crying for an hour or so, mate. She is broken"

"Fucking shit." Michael groaned. "You need to be there for her, Dan. It's you."

"I know. I just don't know what to do... You know how things..."

"Yeah, I know. But she needs you."

Daniel brushed his hair out of his forehead. You were way too special for him and he didn't know how to manage all of this.

"Daniel, cook dinner for her. She is pregnant. She needs food. Give her some clothes and let her stay."

"Yeah, yeah. I will"

"take care of her"

"Of course, mate"

When Daniel came back to the living room, you were awake. You had a hand on your belly and your eyes were lost.

"Babe?"

You looked up at him.

"I thought you would sleep for long"

"This little guy keeps kicking me." You whispered. You had just starter to feel the baby kicking, but he was already strong.

Daniel walked closer.

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Cheese?"

"A sandwich?"

"Two?"

Daniel chuckled.

"Fine. One for you and another for the little guy."

You smiled and followed him to the kitchen. You didn't want to be alone. You had come to him because he was the only one you had in here. You family lived somewhere else, you friends were busy with their life's and families. Daniel was the only one you knew that would drop everything only to hold you.

"Sweetheart. You can go and get something comfy" He said. You were still wearing the dress you had gone to work with. And it was uncomfortable.

"Do you have pregnancy clothes?"

"No, but I have hoodies big enough to fit the sweet boy and you"

"Sweet boy?" You touched your belly.

"Yeah. Just as sweet as mum"

You knew he was just trying to cheer you, but your cheeks got warm. You changed into his clothes and when you came back he had the dinner ready. You chose to sit the closest to him. You needed him now, your best friend. He caressed your cheek and leaned to kiss your forehead. He was always soft and caring with you, he told everyone you were his sweet spot.

You could remember perfectly the moment you told him you were pregnant. How he got up and hugged you, then kissed your cheeks a thousand times and told you how happy he was. You cried happy tears with him and then he even hugged Jeff. Daniel loved kids. He loved his sister's, Natalie's... Every time a friend told him they would have a kid, he would get fully invested on it.

"No tears on the table, sweetheart" He said softly.

You cleaned it and smiled.

"Do you remember when I told you?" You said touching your round 5 months belly through his Enchante hoodie.

"I remember" He smiled.

"You were so happy"

Baby Leo moved in you and you smiled through the tears. Without asking, you took Danny's hand and pressed it to the side of your belly.

"Oh hi" Daniel said when he felt the first kick. "Are you alright in there? Mum is treating you right, huh?"

"He loves cheese" You told Danny.

"Oh, does he? How do you know?"

"Wait and see"

You took a bite from your sandwich and soon Leo was moving again.

"Oh!" Daniel chuckled and caressed your belly softly. "Don't hurt mum, buddy."

"Leo"

"Leo?"

You nodded with a smile.

"Jeff wanted Gerard. But... It suppose it doesn't matter anymore."

He sighed.

"YN... We will solve this. We will try. You can stay here for as long as you want. I'll help you. I promise."

........................

The first week passed without news from Jeff. He was truly gone. He didn't replied to your messages nor your calls. Nothing. He had completely disappeared. Gladly, you had Danny. He had opened his house for you and Leo. He wasn't born yet, but he was giving you a hard pregnancy, so Danny had a lot to deal with.

"Sweetheart? I'm gonna head out for a run. Do you mind staying..."

"Dan. I'm fine."

"Just call me if you need to."

"I know"

"Love you!" He shouted before leaving.

What you didn't know is that Danny had gone out for a run. Instead, he sat on a bench in the nearest park and took his phone. With some help, he had found Jeff's new phone number. He couldn't stand your cries at night. He couldn't sleep while you were crying on the next room. He was so tired of hearing you telling your baby that you were sorry. He hated that you felt it was your fault.

Daniel waited. He called three times actually.

"You better pick this time, son of a..."

"Jeff here."

"Jeff"

Daniel had to breath deeply.

"Where the fuck are you, mate?"

"Daniel? It's you?"

"Yeah, mate. It's Daniel."

"How have you..."

"It doesn't matter. Where are you? YN is in my sofa, crying her eyes out and probably going into some not so healthy state for a pregnant woman."

"Danny..."

"Don't Danny me. You can't call me Danny if you abandon my best friend and her kid"

"I can't do it, Daniel! I'm too young for..."

"Too young? Mate, your are not a kid anymore"

"I can't have a kid! I don't love her! I can't be there with her and fake I want it because I'm hurting her that way!"

Daniel felt his blood boil. Jeff had the best woman in the world, the most pure person who ever stepped on the earth. And he didn't love you.

"What we had was fun. Good sex, mate. But that baby was an accident"

"Fuck, Jeff. And why didn't you tell her? You have been dating her for two fucking years! She brought you on Christmas to our families ' celebration! She loves that kid!"

"Well, Daniel! I don't! I won't have a miserable life only because you don't want your best friend hurt"

"You know what? Fuck you. I wish she had left you long ago. When I fucking told her you were no good"

"All yours, mate. All yours. Hope you get a good fuck out of her. That's what you always wanted, right? Have fun raising my kid"

Daniel almost throws the phone against the pavement. He was hating every single second of this. Leo should be his. You should be his girlfriend. He should have grown the balls years ago. You wouldn't be so hurt if he had.

.....................

Time went by and you went back to your apartment. It was weird to be alone in there, but you told yourself that you would get used to, that Leo would arrive soon. Only a month and a half.

Luckily, you lived close to Dan, who hadn't left your side. He went to the doctor with you, he took you to the supermarket, helped cleaning the house, called Michael and Blake and built the room for Leo with his friends... He did all of that but didn't tell you about his call with Jeff.

Daniel felt you didn't need more pain. You didn't need to know that the idiot didn't love you, that he had played with you and then broke your heart in the worst possible way.

And there you were, with his family and friends on this nice restaurant celebrating his birthday. It had been your idea, you wanted to thank him for everything he was doing for you, so you called Michael and made it possible.

"Happy birthday, Uncle Dan!" The kids shouted when you finished singing.

"Thank you very very much" He kissed both kid's cheeks and they helped him blowing the candles.

On your chest, you could feel something funny. It had you blushing and touching your belly. Leo was happy that day, probably your happiness was contagious. But why did you felt like this?

It had been happening for a couple of weeks. With every kiss in your cheek followed by a belly rub and a hi, sweet boy, you heart would beat fast and your cheeks would get warm. You wanted to think that it was all the hormones. They would be gone once you gave birth and this stupid little crush would to. You would have to focus on Leo and raising him alone.

"Hey" You were happily sipping on your lemonade, sitting on a comfy chair because your feet had given up a long ago, when you felt a touch in your shoulder.

You looked to your right, finding big blue eyes and golden locks.

"Hey, Isaac"

Behind the boy, Daniel watched with a smile.

"Uncle Dan says your baby moves in your belly. Like Isabella did."

"Yes. Leo moves a lot."

Isaac smiled and Danny touched his hair.

"He wants to feel it. He loved to feel Isabella"

"Oh, fine. Come here. He loves lemonade, you'll see"

Isaac put his hand where you told him and you sip some lemonade. Soon Leo was happily kicking. The kids eyes opened so big and he smiled.

"Hi Leo." Isaac said sweetly. "I will ask Uncle Dan to bring you to Australia so you can see kangaroos. There are not many kangaroos in here"

You chuckled and touched Isaac's hair.

Daniel was a bit lost on his thoughts. Since this mess begun, he kept asking himself what if?. What if Leo was his? What if you were with him, happily waiting for your son to be born? What if he could wake up next to you? What if Isaac could call Leo his cousin?

"Are you okay?" You whispered.

He blinked fast. He hadn't even noticed Isaac had run to hid mum to tell her he had felt the baby.

"Yeah. Michael told me you are who organized all of this" He took your hand.

You smiled and he kissed your knuckles.

"I think you deserve it. You had taken a lot of care of us and... Yeah. You deserve it."

Daniel almost faints when you put his hand on your belly at the same time you said us. He loved you and your baby more than nothing in this world.

"Thank you very much, really"

He kissed your cheek and Leo kicked hard.

You giggled.

"I think he liked that"

"Yeah? Baby Leo likes when mum gets some love?"

You laughed hard and he kissed your cheek again.

"That sounds so weird" You said. But again, Leo kicked. "Oh. Do it again.

Daniel laughed and kissed your cheek again. He did it a thousand times more.

Everyone was watching you two from afar. It was obvious, how you two were so madly in love. They of course knew the baby it wasn't Dan's, but the image in front of them was the image of a little family. Of two childhood friends waiting for their kid to come.

"He loves you" You whispered while looking into Daniel's eyes.

He swallowed. He loved the kid too.

"Well, I do too..." He awkwardly said. He looked down at his hand on your belly. If he confessed then... No, Dan. In less than a month she will give birth. She doesn't need you or your feelings like this.

....................................

He thought everything was fine. You had asked him to keep his phone close because in case of giving birth, he was the only one to pick you and take you to the hospital.But then you knocked on his house and he saw your angry face.

"Why didn't you told me?" You said out of breath.

"W-what?"

"Jeff called. He asked if the baby was born. Then he told me about your little conversation months ago"

Daniel felt his whole world crumble.

You were so angry, felt so betrayed. How could he hide something like that?

"YN... Listen... I'm..."

'Don't say you are sorry" You said with tears on your eyes.

It broke his heart.

"I just wanted to protect you"

"You talked to him while I was trying to find him. You had his phone number and never told me. You left me go through all of that, thinking about if he was okay or not, where he was... And you said nothing"

Daniel's head fall to the front. He was so ashamed. He had never regreted something so much on his life.

You wanted to stay strong. To not fall for the tears on his face.

"What happened? Why did he left? He told me to ask you."

Daniel looked at you. He couldn't break your heart like that. He couldn't tell you.

"Daniel. You better tell me"

He saw your hand on your belly. You were trying to calm down.

"He didn't love you. Or Leo. He didn't love any of you. He never did. He was a fucking coward and he left instead of dealing with it. I didn't tell you because I wanted to protect you."

You looked away for a second. You imagined Jeff had left because something like this. But hear it was even worst.

"I don't need you to protect me"

You knew those words hurt. You regret saying them the moment you left his apartment. Without Daniel, you would have been lost.

What you didn't expect was Leo to want to arrive that night. You woke up with intense pain and a wet bed, scared and alone. The only one you thought of calling was him.

It was 4 am when the phone rang. He saw your name on the screen and picked it. It knew what it meant.

"Give me five minutes."

He was there soon.

"It hurts so bad" You whimpered. He kissed your forehead and helped you to walk to your car. The previous heartbreak was long forgotten for him he would always protect you no matter what.

"It's fine. Just breathe with me okay?"

Daniel thanked his best driver skills. Without them he wouldn't have been able to drive you one handed and probably too fast to the hospital. He went over limits, but he didn't care about the fin he could get. He only cared about you and you were in way too much pain.

On the hospital, they separated you. Daniel wasn't the dad after all.

He stayed on the emergency room, pathing around and making everyone nervous. Michael and Blake came when he told them. He was a mess. The medical stuff didn't tol him anything.

Meanwhile, they kept talking in whispers around you. She isn't ready. The baby has low oxygen levels. It's taking too long. And you felt so scared and alone. You needed him.

"We will perform a c-section. Natural labor..." You stopped hearing anything.

"Please...bring him."

"Who? We can't have anyone non related here."

"He is my boyfriend" You lied. "His name is agh... Daniel... Daniel Ricciardo"

When a nurse called his name from the corridor, Daniel feared the worst.

"We will preform a c-section. It's the safest for YN and the baby. He needs to be out soon"

Daniel could only nod while they dressed him.

He saw you crying and laying, looking up at the ceiling while they worked on bringing your baby to the world.

"I'm here" He whispered and kissed your forehead.

"Thank you" Was all you could say.

He stayed there next to you, cleaning your tears and whispering calming things in your ear. He was terrified but he did his best to no show you.

And suddenly, you both could hear a cry. You opened your eyes. Daniel was looking over the curtain that stopped you from seing the doctor's work.

"D-Dan" You called for him while pulling his hand.

"He is here, sweetheart. You already have Leo here." He said kissing your forehead. It took only a couple of minutes to have him on your chest while they finished the surgery. Your were crying and looking at your big eyed boy, who was crying but had grabbed your finger carefully.

Daniel was there, falling even more in love with you and Leo. You looked so happy. You already had your sweet boy in your arms. Daniel kissed your head.

"He is beautiful, YN. I'm so happy for you"

You looked up.

"I'm so sorry" You whispered. High on hormones and emotions, you felt you had to do it then. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I need you a lot. I couldn't be here without you"

He cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead.

"Don't be. And don't think about that now, you just had a son"

Michael and Blake there the first in the room. They brought flowers and a baby proof teddy bear. Then you finally got some alone time after they brought Leo. He was peacefully sleeping on the crib. Daniel was sitting on the chair, looking at the baby and lost on his thoughts. He looked perfect. Then Leo cried and he looked at you in panic.

"I think he may be hungry" You said. "Can you..."

"Do you want me to... Pass him to you?" He got all nervous.

"Please. I can't get up"

"Of course. Yeah. Just..."

You felt his nerves and saw the fear on his eyes.

"You won't hurt him, Dan. It's fine"

He nodded.

When he picked Leo from the crib and lifted him to his eye level, a small smile appeared on his face. You felt how all those feelings made sense, you understood what they were then. A tear fell down your cheek when he cuddled Leo on his chest.

"Hey sweet boy. Nice to meet you" He whispered and kissed his head.

You cleaned your tear and the movement called his attention.

"Sorry, I um... I got carried away..."

"No. Don't be. It's... You are cute. He looks so small in you"

You son fitted so perfectly on his arms. You were so in love with both of them. You could shout it out loud.

"He is tiny. And cute. And so cuddly." Daniel whispered. "Just tell me if I'm overstepping"

"You are not." You answered fast.

Leo cried again and Daniel passed him to you. Then he turned around. He wanted to give you some privacy. Halfway, you caughed him peaking, which made him turn around blushing but with the image of you looking perfect while feeding your son on his mind.

"You can come here. I think I want to talk to you."

"We don't have to"

"I didn't meant what I said. I clearly need you. I need you all the time." You said.

He looked at you and sighed.

"I hated seeing you crying on my sofa. I didn't told you because I was scared things went worse."

He sat next to you and you laid your head on his shoulder.

"Thank you for being with me through all this mess"

"I would do it again" He said looking down at Leo. You had his little hands in yours. Daniel thought about how good a ring would look on it. "I hope I don't have to. But yeah. I would do it anyway."

You closed your eyes. Maybe it wasn't the moment, but soon you would tell him.

.............

You had to spend four days in the hospital and for Daniel, they were perfect. He had already bonded so much with Leo. And with you... He was madly in love with you. You were so perfect. You were the perfect mum for Leo and he was so proud of you.

Now, he was getting your stuff back in your apartment and he felt sour. He would miss the two of you so bad. He had gotten used to spend night and day. He would even miss waking up to Leo crying at 3 am, he would miss the way you sang to him until the baby (and him a couple of times) went back to sleep.

Daniel closed the door and looked at you. You were dressed on comfy clothes and had Leo on your arms, you were showing him the house. Everything that could remind of Jeff was long gone. Now it was the two of you.

"This is Dan and Mum on Sydney. We went there when we were 14. And... This is at Dan's farm. You will love it. This elephant was a gift from uncle Blake. And this is also from Dan. It smells funny because it's from the podium in Monaco."

Daniel felt overwhelmed. The walls felt to tight. And there was something on his head. Something the nurse had said.

"YN"

You turned to him.

"Yes. Already leaving?" You felt sad. You weren't ready to be alone. You didn't want to. You wanted to do this by his side. You wanted what you had on the hospital. You wanted Dan to be Leo's dad.

"Um. Do you want me to?"

"I was thinking that maybe you could stay for a bit more. And... I fancy a cheese sandwich" You said blushing. It was only a excuse to have him here for longer, although you knew you were being selfish.

"Well, I don't believe that baby Leo is hungry anymore" He said peaking over Leovs blanket. "You really have the cutest son" I wish he was mine too.

"Stay? For diner at least? If my puppy eyes don't work I can quickly teach Leo my technique"

"They work, YN. They work"

Dan kissed your forehead.

Soon you were having dinner. It felt so good to share this moment with you. You had some soft music on the background, your hair messily pulled back. You big hoodie was open and you were feeding Leo. In your free hand, you had the sandwich. Daniel was telling you some stupid stories about his trips with his friends and you were laughing so happy. You hadn't even though about Jeff once. Not even after giving birth. He was gone for you.

Then, Leo finished and you fixed your clothes.

"Can you take the air out of him? Just make him burp"

"H-how?"

You got up and passed him the baby. Gently, you laid him on his shoulder and Leo looked away. He crunched his nose and you giggled.

"I think the beard bothers him"

"I can shave" He quickly suggested.

You smiled. He was so cute. The best dad.

"It's fine."

"I want to give him raspberries."

"Shave then" You giggled. "You have to pat him here. Softly. I need to go really quick to the toilet."

You left him there. You needed to breath. Motherhood was hard, the moment you crossed the door, it became 100% real. That you wanted Dan to do this with you became even more real.

Daniel was left alone in the kitchen with Leo. Alone with him for the first time. He didn't felt nervous or scared. He patted him until the sweet boy burped.

"Well done, buddy." He whispered. Seeing you weren't coming, he decided to lay Leo on his forearm so he could get a better look. "Well, little man. You look so much like mum. It's insane. Look at this little apple cheeks. You are the cutest, right? You have mum's nose and hair. What a handsome boy" He caressed Leo's cheek, who was following the voice with his eyes. "You are so lucky, Leo. You have the best mum. You really do. She is so amazing. The nicest girl I've ever known. And I've known her for so long. I hope you give her a good life. Don't give her hard times buddy or we will need to have a talk, okay?" He felt silly when Leo didn't answer." I just love her so much. I want her to be happy"

Then he heard the toilet and decided to shit up. You came back fresh and with a tiny smile. You walked closed and peaked over Danny's shoulder.

"Hey cutie"

"Hello" Daniel answered making you laugh.

"I was talking to my son"

"Oh, my mistake."

Both yof you laughed.

"Take him, YN. I will clean this"

"Can you stay and watch a film?"

Danny looked at you. Didn't you want him to leave?

"Of course"

You waited for him on the sofa, cuddling Leo and singing softly on his ear. Daniel was gaining courage meanwhile.

"Sweetheart"

You looked at him when he sat next to you.

"A nurse told me something and I was hoping you could explain"

You nodded thinking it would be about the baby.

"She said I was your boyfriend"

You gasped.

"S-sorry. I told them so you could come to the labor room with me. Sorry. I-I didn't thought... Sorry, Danny"

He giggled.

"It's fine"

"Is it?"

He got comfortable next to you and touched Leo's back.

"It is. She asked and I was like: am I? She hasn't told me yet."

You giggled nervously. After that you fell in a long silence. Both of you were deep in thoughts. You were the first to speak.

"Can you stay with us tonight? I don't want to be alone"

He looked at you.

"You are not"

"I know. It's just..." there you go, tell him. "I don't want to raise him alone."

Daniel felt a big weight setting on his chest. He hated Jeff for this.

"Babe..."

"I want to do this with you" And with that, you started sobbing.

Daniel felt shocked for long seconds, then, he wrapped his arms around you and Leo.

"Do you mean it?" He whispered out of breath. If you meant it, you would make him the happiest man alive.

"I do. I don't want you to go and leave us here. Not after these days with us. I want you to be Leo's dad"

Daniel felt a tear falling don his cheek. He quickly cupped your cheeks and kissed you. You moaned surprised but kissed back, lifting one of your hands from Leo and grabbing his neck.

"Please" You begged looking at him in the eyes. "Stay with us. You are meant to be here with us"

Daniel nodded. He knew. This was supposed to be his family. He didn't care if Leo had other dude's DNA, he didn't care if he had lost all the pregnancy experiences as a dad, he didn't care about all of that because you were asking him to stay for the rest.

"I'll stay. I will always stay"

You smiled and kissed him again, deeply and savoring every second of it.

A little noise from Leo made you pull apart. He was looking at you and groaning softly.

"Hey. You don't like when I kiss mum. Is that, sweet boy?"

Daniel kissed your cheeks and Leo whimpered.

"You used to love it when you were on the belly"

You giggled in pure happiness. Then he leaned to kiss Leo and the boy started crying.

"Oh no. Did I scared you?"

You took a better look, finding a small red patch on the kid's cheek.

"The beard, Dan. The beard" You said laughing.

"I will get rid of if tomorrow. I promise, baby" He said caressing the red patch.

You both lulled Leo back to sleep with soft touches and your now more than usual singin.

Daniel stayed that night. He kept his hand on Leo when he slept. He was there during the first bath, showing him how to splash water even though he was too young. He was there when he started teething, when he walked his first steps, when he mumbled mum for the first time.

You both set boundaries. He didn't moved in just yet. It was slow, the change was big. But he made everything so easy. You agreed that he would be Dan for Leo. Not dad. Not yet. Not when everything was so new. You both did it to protect the baby from getting hurt.

He took you to Australia and the kids fell in love with their baby cousin. Isaac and Danny took him to see the kangaroos and Isabelle gathered some of the toys she didn't use anymore. His parents loved the kid as their own for the first minute. Daniel didn't even had to explain. When he called, they knew.

It was Leo's first father day and although he had been avoiding the topic, you had seen how it was somehow affecting Dan. He wasn't Dad after all. You hadn't talked about this. You didn't even thought about it until the date got close.

Danny was raising Leo as his own kid. He told everyone he was his son. Still, you could see how there was something missing for him. It was mum and Dan, not mum and dad, and even though he insisted it was okay and it was the best for Leo, you could see how his brown eyes showed the lied behind them.

So you carefully woke Leo that morning.

"Shh. No noise, okay? No noise or we will wake Dad up."

It felt amazing to call him like that.

"Can you say it?"

"Dan"

"No, sweet boy. Dad"

"Dad".

"Well done, baby" You kissed his round cheek and walked to the bedroom.

Daniel was asleep, snoring and completely splayed on the bed.

You let Leo on the feet and sat next to Danny. The kid crawled to you while you kissed all the way up from his tattooed arm to his face.

"Wakey, Wakey" You whisper on his skin.

"Dad! Dad!"

You smiled over his skin when you heard Leo patting his chest.

"Danny..." You caressed his hair and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Dad!"

You gave him a kiss on the lips and Leo knelt on the corner of his torso and arm, wanting Danny's full attention.

As the driver slowly got conscious of his surroundings, you pulled the paper from the drawer.

"Hey buddy"

"Dad!"

You smiled and looked back at him.

"What did he..."

"Happy Father's Day, love"

"Dad!"

"Dad? Am I dad?"

Leo looked at you confused.

"He is"

"Yes, dad"

Daniel hugged him and Leo laughed so hard.

"I love you so so much, Leo" He said kissing all over his face.

"Dad scratchy!"

"Mate! Mum loves the beard! I can't keep you two happy or what?"

You hugged them too and kissed Daniel.

"Happy Father's Day" You said over his lips.

"I love you so so much."

You laid next to him and watched as Leo played over Dan on the bed, fighting his had and tickling him.

"Can I really be his dad?"

"You already are" You said hugging his shoulders and kissing his cheek.

"But aren't you scared?"

"I'm not" You kissed his forehead. "I know this is forever"

He kissed your cheek and right then, Leo jumped on him.

"Dad. Mum! Cakes!"

"Pancakes?" Danny ask. "We have pancakes for Father's day?"

"Please" Leo pouted.

"Please" Danny pouted too. And they were your weakness, so you kissed Danny's cheek.

"Let's go. But first..." You showed him the papers. "If you want. It's the adoption. Only if you want. We can wait for a bit. When you are ready. One step each time"

He cupped your keeps and kissed you deep.

"Fuck, I love you. I love you so much"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck"

And with that, Leo ran away. He was obviously Daniel Ricciardo's son.

"Well, you better fix that" You said laughing.

[jamminvroomvroom]

big dad vibes.

dad!ln x fem!reader

in which lando becomes a dad, and a series of moments that follow

back with more brainrot! this time it’s for dad!lando bc the baby fever is fevering and lando just had to go and talk about having kids on that podcast. my first time using social media elements as well so i hope you enjoy! ALSO! huge thank you for 3k, love you all and i cannot thank you enough for your support! 💘

warnings: minors pls dni with my work! mentions of pregnancy, children, minor angst, super duper fluff, suggestive jokes here and there, dilf!lando

1. the birth

lando’s legs couldn’t have carried him any faster than they already were. the hospital rooms disappeared past in a flash, his eyes scanning the hallways for one door. everything he’d ever wanted waited for him on the other side of that one door.

it was typical, really, that the one time he’d left your side since the season ended, you went into labour. he’d begdrudgingly listened when you told him to go to his meeting, despite the feeling in his gut that told him not to. lando knew, now, that his instincts were right.

the second he’d seen your face flash up on his phone, he was out of the conference room. you wouldn’t have called him unless it was an emergency. everything seemed to be moving in slow motion when he put the phone down, but then he was sprinting, through the double doors before him, past the line of cars, and out towards his car, speeding away from the MTC. the traffic fine he knew he was in for was worth it.

your words rang in his ears.

“lando… it’s time.” you’d breathed down the phone, accompanied by a shaky laugh.

and now he was looking at the door. it opened, slowly, and there you were, draped in a hospital gown, tired eyes bloodshot and soft. you were smiling, crying, and he fell to his knees before you.

“someone wants to meet you.” you cooed, and then he was crying too.

lando squeezed your knee, trying to pull himself together but it was futile. the most precious ray of light stirred in your arms, how would he ever be able to stop crying? you’d created that, you and him, and now she was here.

“can i…?” lando stood from where he was worshipping you, hoodie sleeve mopping up his tears.

“take all that off.” you replied.

“trying to get me naked already? i thought it would be at least six weeks-“ he teased.

“no, you sod. skin on skin contact.” you groaned, grinning helplessly at the man that had made you a mother.

he laughed along with you quietly, stripping the layers and sitting beside you on the hospital bed. you searched his excited eyes, melting as you placed your little girl in his awaiting arms.

and then he was falling in love.

the winter sunlight streamed through the window, a soft glow encapsulating your little family. lando sat next to you in dead silence, counting ten little fingers, ten little toes, memorising the dimpled curve of two lips, the crease between two softly shut eyes. his heart was bursting in a way it never had before, a new lease of life breathed into his body that fulfilled him more than anything ever had.

“are you okay, baby? i’m so sorry i wasn’t here.” lando mumbled, kissing your shoulder. he looked up at you, scanning your tired face, knowing that you’d never looked so beautiful. you cupped his cheek, pressing your forehead against his.

“the pain was worth it.” you quirked your lips, tilting your head so that you could kiss him. you felt his fresh tears wetting your cheeks, and you smiled into the kiss.

“i got here as quick as i could, i’m so sorry i wasn’t here to hold your hand.” lando was heartbroken to have missed the birth of his first child, guilty even, but you wouldn’t let that feeling linger.

“i’m just happy that you’re here now, i promise. we’ve gotta name this little love.” you pecked his lips again, cuddling into his side.

you’d been backwards and forwards on names for months, never landing on anything that seemed to fit. you’d read countless lists of names, brainstormed names of people you loved, but you just couldn’t agree.

“can we talk about it later? just wanna look at her for a bit longer. like, forever.” lando mumbled, and as if she recognised her daddy’s voice, your baby’s grey blue eyes fluttered open.

“oh.” he gasped.

you watched in pure adoration as they stared at each other, neither of them willing to look away first. a bond was forming before your eyes, and you felt like the earth was moving under your feet.

lando knew, staring into big blue eyes, that nothing would ever be the same again.

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2. the race

“lando, you cannot take her into the bloody media pen!” you scolded, ignoring the bark of a laugh he let out in response.

you were midway through changing matilda’s nappy, dressing her in the tiny mclaren t-shirt that the team had gifted you when you welcomed her to the world.

she was nearly six months old now, with the cutest smile and a laugh that could bring an entire room to tears. you were at your home in monaco, preparing to descend down the hills towards the marina where the race would be. this would be her first race weekend, and lando couldn’t have been more excited for her to make her debut at the track.

he also couldn’t have been more nervous.

the idea of putting your baby into such a hectic environment made lando sweat, which was why you’d left it until monaco, so that you had a home base to sneak away to if it all got too much.

“are you nearly ready to go, baby?” lando came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. he was peering over your shoulder, gazing at the giggling baby on her changing mat. “and what about you, matty? you ready to watch daddy drive?”

“i’m sure you’ll have her undivided attention.” you joked, turning your head to kiss his jaw. “can you put her in the car?”

lando scooped up his daughter, placing her gently into the baby carrier. you grabbed the changing bag and followed him out of the apartment, smiling hard at the quiet nursery rhyme he was singing. you locked up and trailed behind the duo, watching intently as he secured matilda’s car seat.

“see something you like?”lando called behind him, shaking his ass at you cheekily.

“you know i do, that’s how i got pregnant.” you stuck your tongue out at him.

-

the entire weekend was hectic, lando having the time of his life. he’d put his mclaren on the front row, the race flying by where he claimed second place and a rightful spot of the podium. you’d kissed him hard, matilda’s grabby hands tugging at his curls when he’d dipped down to press his lips to yours. he smirked, scheming something, and then he took the infant from under your arm, whisking her over to his interview.

“lando norris, what a race that was for you!” jenson button bellowed into the mic. “and it looks like you’ve been busy off track, too! who’s this little one?”

“the one and only matilda norris.” lando replied, pearly whites on display. he’d never looked happier, and you could feel your eyes welling with tears. lando grabbed her little hand softly, making her wave at the camera. “proud of daddy, matty?” he cooed, and you were a wreck.

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3. that time matilda crawled

“babe!” lando’s voice echoed through the house, up into your bedroom. you were fresh out of the shower, wringing your hair dry with a towel, nearly jumping out of your skin when he called.

“what is it, honey?” you shouted back, grabbing your (his) robe from the back of the door.

“you gotta come see this.” he sounded giddy and you bounded down the stairs, speeding into the living room.

“what’s going on?” you asked him, watching him practically jumping up and down with excitement.

“matty crawled.” lando beamed.

your eyes flitted to your daughter, sat quite casually on her play-mat.

“uh…” you said slowly. you wanted to believe him, but the evidence was not lining up. she was getting closer each day, but still seemed to be a tad far off of going the full stretch.

“she did! i swear!” he turned his attention back to matilda, dropping to the floor beside her. “c’mon matty, show mummy! i know you can do it, sweetie.” lando cooed.

“can i finish getting ready?”

“baby, she’s gonna do it again and you’re gonna miss it!”

“okay, just shout if she starts spitting bars.” you teased, turning to leave.

lando was pouting, but as if she sensed her fathers frustration, matilda had a point to prove. she pushed herself up from her tummy, fighting her way towards you.

“oh, my love.” you cooed, hand splayed over your mouth. she was growing up way too fast, but that was eclipsed by the pride bubbling hot in your chest.

“see?” lando pulled you into his side, gleeful. you moulded into him, lip quivering as you watched her wriggle around. “oh, baby, don’t cry.” he pressed a kiss to your hairline.

“happy tears, i promise.”

“she’s so clever, just like her mama.”

-

5. the backlash

the clips circulating online made you feel ill.

lando had just done another podcast, and the topic of his family had come up. they’d set the trap, and he’d fallen right into it, pressuring him about how he approached racing and being a father. he’d tried, bless him, but the way they’d cut the interview made it look like little matty played second fiddle to daddy’s racing car.

you’d been in the studio while your baby slept peacefully beside you, you knew exactly what he’d said, and now the tweets circulating about your boyfriend made you want to scream.

you were no stranger to the occasional landogate, but he’d gotten a lot better over the years. lando didn’t care much for the way the media twisted his words anymore, but when it came to his family, his flesh and blood, he quite simply couldn’t take it.

lando hadn’t come out of his gaming room all day. you’d let him marinate for a few hours, but you hadn’t seen him in too long, and you were starting to panic. matty kept spitting out little strings of words, dadadada spluttering out her little mouth. she wanted him, and you needed him, so you swept her up in your arms and carried her up the stairs.

you tapped on the door, pushing it open before you got a response. he was slumped in his gaming chair, hood up, spinning around aimlessly. he looked so deflated, staring at nothing, manufactured guilt eating him up.

“hey, honey. matty wants her daddy.” you called softly, wading into the room. lando sighed, but took her out of your arms immediately.

“better take what i can get, before she realises what a terrible father i am.” he mumbled sarcastically.

“hey, no. don’t do that, lando. don’t fall into this mindset. you and i both know that you’re a fucking amazing father.” you wagged your finger at him as you spoke. he just slumped further into his seat, letting matty pull at the drawstrings of his hoodie.

“maybe they’re right, though. i was always so scared of this part. what if she grows up and is ashamed of me?” he whispered, eyes honing in on his daughter.

“oh, baby.” it physically hurt you to see him so down on himself. you were ready to burn twitter to the fucking ground. “you’re the best father i could have wished for. she’s literally a little lando! god, honey, she loves you so much. and of course she would - you’re her whole world.”

“when she won’t sleep with me, ten seconds in your arms, and she conked out. when she’s bored, she only wants her dad. don’t even get me started on that annoying stubborn streak she’s showing. lando, she could never be ashamed of you. she is you.” you continued.

lando sighed shakily, pressing a kiss to matty’s forehead before placing her carefully on the ground. some of her toys were scattered there, so she made a beeline for her orange teddy, without a care in the world for you and lando. he spread his arms for you, ushering you in and you sat on his lap, cuddling into him.

“i love you, baby. you don’t know how thankful i am that you gave me this life.” he said into your chest, kissing right over your heart.

you knew everything would be okay, anyone with eyes could see how much he adored his little girl. and anyway, it didn’t matter what anyone else thought; all that mattered was that you had each other, and that was more than enough for lando.

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5. matty’s first birthday!

your house was full of laughter, shades of pink, purple and yellow decorating every surface. balloons covered the ceiling, a big 1 taking up half your kitchen. and in the middle of all the colourful chaos, your boyfriend held your one year old daughter, bouncing her on his knee.

they were a picture, a truly stunning one, two identical sets of eyes crinkling at the corners while they laughed together. your heart was bursting, nothing able to contain the butterflies in your stomach as you watched the two greatest loves of your life.

stuffed toys and little pairs of shoes covered every surface, wrapped up with big ribbons. all of your favourite people were in one room, your families coming together with all of your friends to celebrate 365 days of matilda.

matty had spent her day playing with sylvie, george’s young daughter, while lando took photos from every angle humanly possible. then there was the cake, which lando had let the little girl smash all over her face. you’d scold him later, the moment was far too precious.

you were caught up watching lando play with matilda, when max came up to you.

“never seen him happier.” max beamed, pulling you into a side hug. you ruffled his hair in response.

“can’t believe we made her.” you muttered, head falling against his shoulder. you were awestruck.

“when are you having another one? he’s gagging for it.” max was joking with you, but the look you gave him made him do a double, triple, quadruple take. you were smirking. “wait… wait what?”

“sooner than you might think.” you patted your tummy slyly. “he doesn’t know yet, i only just found out last night. wanted matty to have her day and then i’ll tell him when she’s gone to sleep.”

max was staring at you, bewildered. you may have even seen a tear in his eye.

“oh, i love you guys. so fucking happy for you.” he whispered.

you caught sight of lando watching, his head tilted in confusion. you just winked at him.

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“she went down easy. think today really took it out of her.” lando said as he walked into your bedroom. you were sat waiting for him, hands resting behind your back.

“thank you for today, it was perfect.” you beamed when he leaned down to kiss you.

you watched him get ready for bed, stripping down to just his sweats, and then he joined you, lounging across the foot of the bed.

“hey, what were you talking to max about, babe?” lando asked.

“a gift that i got you.” you replied coyly.

“a gift?” lando looked confused, and the confusion only grew when you pulled your hands from behind your back, placing a little gift bag in front of him.

“yep. hope you like it.” you kept your expression neutral.

he picked up the bag, rustling through the tissue paper, and then he found it.

a little white stick.

lando stared blankly, eyes flitting rapidly between your face and the pregnancy test in his hand.

“baby…” he started, but he lost his train of thought. instead, he launched himself at you, cuddling you into the mattress. you were laughing while he pressed his lips all over your face, your neck, ending with your belly.

“good gift?” you giggled, watching as his hand smoothed over the soft skin of your tummy.

“the fucking best.”

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6. family sized

lando norris, father of two, reporting for duty.

leo norris was born under the english sun, the late august heat making your labour a difficult one.

from the minute he was born, leo had a personality, angry, passionate eyes glaring at you and lando, a cry tearing from him that could end wars. he was gonna be a force, that little boy, not that you were complaining.

lando had fallen in love again, only having a few days to adjust before he was racing around europe, but he always found a way to slip into bed with you in the early hours of monday mornings, leo sprawled across his tanned chest. he’d watch the two of you sleep, listening out for matty down the hall.

and then she’d wake up, and lando would lay leo by your side, padding next door to your daughters bedroom. the pitter patter of her little feet and lando’s big laugh would wake you up. mornings were the best part of your day, all four of you tucked up in bed together before the chaos began.

it was hard sometimes, but life was bliss. you had the most wonderful partner, two gorgeous children, happiness that you couldn’t have ever fathomed right at your fingertips.

lando finally realised how big the world was, now that his family was often on the other side of it. he ached every second his heart was away from his kids but watching them grow, getting to see them smile, matilda clinging to his legs the second he came home, made it all worth it.

and god, coming home to you, whether you were waiting with open arms at the door or tucked up in white linen bedsheets in one of his t-shirts, was fucking delightful. you were his person, the one that gave him a reason to get up and smile, and he’d do quite possibly anything to keep you happy until you were old and grey by his side.

“matty, what do you say when we say goodbye to chat?” lando asked his little girl.

he was wrapping up a stream, matilda finding her rightful place as his new cohost - max was hardly coping with being replaced but that was a separate issue.

lando bowed his head, looking at matty encouragingly and she beamed hard at the screen. she was two years old, with the bubbliest personality and the brightest eyes in the entire world.

“gg boys.” she grinned toothily at the camera, and lando’s squawk of a laugh summoned you into the room.

lando was logging off when you walked in, watching from the doorway. leo was down for his nap, and matty was soon due hers.

“what are you two getting up to?” you chimed in, leaning into the wall.

“matty’s gonna be a gamer.” lando said in his sing-song voice, the one he reserved for when one of his kids did something that made his eyes sparkle.

“no call of duty.” you said sternly, looking at him pointedly.

“don’t worry, baby. f1 game only, she’s gonna be a racing driver.”

“just like her daddy.” you whispered, watching the duo high five in their matching hoodies.

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7. long time coming

lando held his son tight, watching you and matty examine tiny sea shells in the little rock pools that were forming. the sun was setting over the monegasque beach, beams of pink and orange light bathing your family as it bounced off the soft waves.

leo was wriggling in lando’s arms, the two year old boy desperate to join his mother and his sister splashing around in the shallows, but lando kept a hold of him. leo was too mischievous for his own good, cheekier than the average two year old. perhaps it had something to do with who his father was.

“daddy, come look.” matty called, so lando waded into the water, ankle deep. that little girl had him wrapped around her finger. he cast his eyes over matilda’s inquisitive face, glancing at you for just a second, and that’s all it took for you to steal the air from his lungs.

you were more radiant than ever, as beautiful as the day he’d met you and fallen so helplessly in love. he hadn’t stopped falling in love since. you’d made him a father, you’d given him a family, you’d taught him what it was to be truly, unequivocally happy.

and now all you had to say was yes.

“that’s lovely, sweetie.” lando cooed at matty, eyeing the handful of seashells she’d collected. “wanna go play on the sand? we have that gift to give mummy.” lando winked at the little girl, who took off running, splashing sea water over you both.

once she was out of earshot, you turned to lando.

“you’re not pregnant, are you?” you teased, thinking back to the gift you’d given him those years ago, who was now tucked sleepily into lando’s chest.

“how did you know?” lando joked back.

he grabbed your hand, toes sinking into the sand as you made your way towards matty, who was fidgeting on the picnic blanket you’d laid out earlier. as soon as you reached her, lando gave her the sly nod, the signal that he’d taught her over the last few days, and her sweet little voice called out to you.

“mummy?”

“yes, my love?” you kneeled down on the blanket, eye level with your daughter.

“daddy wants to ask you something.” her doe blue eyes twinkled in the setting sun, and you whipped your head around to look at lando.

lando, who was down on one knee, balancing his son in one hand and the biggest fucking diamond ring you’d ever seen in the other.

“should’ve done this about four years ago, but we were busy popping out kids.” lando breathed, his eyes watery. you were already in tears. “my love, where do i even begin? i’m nothing without you, and every time i leave you, i leave my entire heart behind, so please, will you marry me?”

tears streamed down your face, and lando sat the squirmy toddler down next to his sister, who was bouncing on the balls of her feet.

you surged forward, the force of your movement leaving you both in the sand. you clung to him, lips meeting his with sweet urgency. you mumbled a million yes’s into the kiss, no one left in the world but you and him, and your two beautiful children.

and when you pulled away, you scooped your babies into your arms, holding them tight, knowing that you were in the presence of the purest form of love.

your little family, complete…

…for now.

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You Need To Be Calm

Charles x fem!reader

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Summary: It's been 3 months since you married Charles and you didn't expect to get pregnant, you were very upset when you explained to him, but he was there. Again, there was another surprise you didn't expect. You learned that you were going to have twin babies, this time you were both in shock. Lorenzo and Pascale were doing their best to bring you back to yourself. You finally got through and had a gender reveal party (slightly different, of course)

WARNINGS: unplanned pregnancy, little angst,fluff, sweet hubby charles,google translate French, not edited writing.

5 minutes, you've been staring at your pregnancy test for exactly 5 minutes and you said "no" you said "no, I can't be pregnant" your hands started to tremble from the tension and you were short of breath now was not the time to have a panic attack you put your hand on your stomach, your eyes were tearing.

It had been only 3 months since you and Charles married, your marriage was going great, but you weren't planning to have a baby and the thought of explaining it to Charles was making your stomach turn.Of course, you wanted to have a baby with the man you love, but not now, the thought of killing a living creature with the two of you made your blood run cold.

You were nauseous from stress, you went to the bathroom and vomited, you started crying you weren't ready for something like this and you were scared of Charles' reaction.You kept crying because of stress and panic attacks until the time Charles came home, your eyes were swollen and your nose was red from wiping.

When Charles came home, he couldn't find you. He went into your room and saw you sitting in the bathroom. He was worried and quickly sat across from you and grabbed you by the shoulders."Bébé , are you okay, what's wrong ?, Tell me what's wrong...YN please look at me chéri " You slowly raised your head and looked at Charles, thinking I don't deserve him and a sob escaped your mouth.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled and started to cry Charles looked confused he hugged you after a short time you slipped out of his arms and handed him the test you kept in your hand "I didn't know Charles I just found out this morning, I'm not ready I know you don't want it too I'm sorry" Charles silenced you and asked you to breathe You did as he said and took a deep breath, but your tears did not stop.

Charles gently wiped your tears and kissed your forehead "We may not have planned and we may be afraid but maybe it'll be good for us hm YN. I know you don't think abortion and I don't want that too we can get through this together okay, we'll get it done" you nodded Charles got up and helped you get up too he hugged you when you got up, you were better now.

After a few days you made an appointment and went to the doctor, of course Pascale and Lorenzo were with you because they were your family.After the doctor looked at the baby with ultrasound, he gave you the news that will give you a second shock "Mr. and Mrs. Leclerc you are going to have twins" you both shouted "What" at the same time, the doctor wanted to give you some time while you were wiping your belly, at the same time he took Pascale and Lorenzo into the room and left.

You were staring at the screen in shock, and Charles sat down on the edge of the stretcher you were lying on.You raised your hand and showed the screen but you couldn't speak Pascale approached and held his hand "YN you have to calm down yeah. We didn't really expect this, but you should calm down s'il te plaît " Charles was still looking down Lorenzo put his hand on his shoulder and he  looked at Lorenzo "est-ce des jumeaux"(are they twins)   he asked his brother again Lorenzo nodded you couldn't really breathe Pascale finally shouted to Charles,"Votre femme ne peut pas respirer, est-ce que quelqu'un peut vous aider, je ne peux pas prendre soin de vous deux en même temps ?" (Your wife can't breathe, can someone help, I can't take care of both of you at the same time? )

You reached for Charles and took his hand, you both had the same shocked expression on your face and you said "Charles I think I'm going to faint", he raised his eyebrows to show you shouldn't do that "If you pass out I will too" Pascale said in a disapproving voice, "Oh Dieu aide-nous" (Oh God help us")

After a few months with the insistence of your friends, you decided to throw a gender reveal party.Okay, you were really excited, you got used to the idea of having twins.Charles adapted faster than you and he was just as excited as you. When the crowd finally gathered in the Fiorano, your friend asked Charles and You for your opinion on the genders of the babies, you said a girl and a boy, while Charles claimed they would both be boys.

Finally, Carlos showed up with his f1 car, he came quickly and started making donuts in an area where the crowd could see, the smoke was blue, of course, it was Charles' idea to have this kind of gender reveal party, it would suit him tho.Charles looked at you excitedly and hugged you and turned you around. You were both very happy. Charles ran to his friends and shouted "J'aurai deux fils"(I will have two sons), you watched him laughing. Everyone came and congratulated you, although you were scared at first, you were happy now.You were ready to be a sweet family of 4.