The Shakedown (Lewis Hamilton x Reader)

Home, Again

After a short 2 hour flight, I was in London. As always, she greeted us with her cloudy skies and a bit of chilly breeze. Lewis dropped me off at my house, and as hard as it was to say goodbye to him, it was only for a short while. But I have to admit that nothing beats the feeling of walking into your own home.

I spent the rest of the day unwinding and unpacking. I was getting my life organised for the new amount of work coming my way. Fashion Week is coming.

The next day

Today I planned to go to my mom's house and see her and Zandra; I could tell them about the trip and catch up on some wedding plans.

The cab stopped in front of my mom's house, and the driveway had a car I'd never seen before. I swear coming here is turning into a guessing game; who's the new guest?

"I'm home!" I yelled.

"We're in the living room, love," my mom answered.

I walked in to see my mom and Zan on their usual spots and then a grinning Lando on another coach.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, chuckling.

"I was adopted, remember?" he asked as he hugged me back.

"That was real?" I asked as a joke.

"Yes, it was," Zan answered, standing up to greet me next.

"Hi, mom," I leaned down to the chair and hugged her.

"How are you?" she asked.

"I'm good," I answered, "and you guys?"

"We're great," she answered, "Lando came to pick up some cake I made for him, and Zan is here to know about the trip."

"To clarity," Lando started to say, "I'm also here for that."

I laughed and sat down between Lando and Zan and told them about the whole trip.

"Monaco sounds amazing," my mom mentioned.

"It is, mom," I said, "hopefully, I'll take you guys there someday."

"To see me race, right?" Lando asked.

"Sure," I said, " you can say that."

We all laughed, and then Zan said, "just too bad you had the curse of Brad."

"Yeah," I sighed, "that was a bit of a surprise."

"He must've been crushed, though," Zan said, "I wish I could have seen his face."

Lando broke into laughter and said, "shame, Zan. Pity the poor guy; he literally saw his dream woman with his hero."

"You never met him; he doesn't deserve my pity," Zan said and crossed her arms.

"I just hope he doesn't bring you any more trouble," mom said.

"How much trouble could he be?" Land asked.

"I don't know," she said, "but you never know with these journalists."

"Yeah, but he is a sport's journalist," I said, "hardly think he'll switch to gossip."