*◌ೃ࿔ ≡ 🏎️🌫️🫧 .･*｡ lando norris x pregnant!reader — — where the reader wanted to wait until the day after a race to give birth to her little lando norris. inspired by that episode in the office
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—— LANDO NORRIS WAS AN ANXIOUS GUY.
But that seemed to be why you and him worked so well. You mellowed him out, seemingly always knowing exactly what to say and when to say it to calm him down and make sure his head is twisted on just right. And he'd felt the once he met you, everything else kind of made sense now. Everything fell into place the very first night he ever saw you.
And every single time you would ask him, over and over again, to tell you about the moment he fell in love— he had no problem reciting it by heart. It was the happiest he'd ever been. He would never forget the very minute that he knew he was going to spend the rest of his life with you.
And the day shouldn't really have been all that special. And it wasn't even the day that he told you that he loved you. That day would come a few weeks later after this. But it was one of those rare nights where you'd both been too tired to do much else other than make dinner and rot on the couch of his apartment watching movies.
You'd gotten spaghetti sauce on your nose somehow and you didn't notice it for hours. Staring at you on his couch, cuddled in close with your legs bent over his, hands mindlessly messing with his as you watched. He couldn't even remember what movie was playing, not even now. But remembered that he'd never felt so calm in his entire life, like you'd been able to turn his mind off completely. No worries, no thoughts, just you and the little red stain on your nose. And from that moment on, he'd sworn to himself that he had to do whatever it took to spend this rest of his life feeling like this— with someone who made him feel like this.
And he'd done right by that so far.
A couple of years in, he'd gathered up the courage to get on one knee and pop a very important question— to which you yelled at him for asking you to marry him while wearing sweatpants but nevertheless you said yes. He promised you could both get all dolled up to take engagement photos that you could send your folks back home later on. He needed to put that ring on your finger as soon as he could, anyway. It hadn't really mattered what you were wearing.
Now living together in Monaco, not taking a single moment for granted since you'd spent the entire first year of your relationship mostly not being able to see each other. Even arguing over small stupid stuff, having some nights were you both needed some alone time, and just bad days in general— you both always knew that neither of you wouldn't want it any other way. Because whenever those bad moods ended, whenever you made up and apologized, it was all okay. Because you'd married the person of your dreams.
And besides. Make-up sex always fixes the problem.
And sometimes, make up sex causes other problems of sorts. Problems like morning sickness, sore boobs, and weight gain.
