Fragile Heart

100

7 Months later

I stand in the nursery, gazing at my reflection in the mirror. My hands rest gently on my swollen belly, tracing the stretch marks that have appeared. I can't help but feel a pang of insecurity, I don't feel as beautiful as I used to.

Our baby would be here soon, and we already had so much prepared. The nursery was filled with toys, the cot was set up, and the changing table was ready. We had everything we needed, now it was just a matter of time. We had decided to wait until the birth to find out the gender.

"Angel?" Lando mumbles as he enters the room, sweat dripping from his chest, his shirt off, and wearing black shorts. He must have been out on a run.

"Mhm..." I hum, still gazing at myself in the mirror. I quickly pull my shirt down before Lando can get a good look at my body. He's famous and still an F1 driver, on the verge of winning his second World Drivers' Championship. F1 drivers are known to date models, women with no imperfections. But me, I'm completely different now.

I mean, I'm no model. I'm a writer who just published her first book, which I must say went amazingly. It sold out online in minutes, and the reviews make me smile. Even though I'm a Leclerc, I'm not anymore—I'm a Norris. People sometimes forget now that I'm related to Charles.

"What are you doing, baby? Are you okay?" he mumbles, coming up behind me and wrapping his hands around my waist, holding my belly.

"Hi, little one," he whispers to my bump, and I smile at the sight. I turn my head and kiss his lips before looking back in the mirror.

"I just feel so different..." I whisper, and he frowns as he rubs my belly. "Well, of course, you do. You're a pregnant woman, Stella, so you're going to feel a lot different. But that doesn't make you any less beautiful. Those stretch marks? They make you shine. They're absolutely beautiful."

He murmurs in my ear, lifting my shirt and gently smoothing his fingers over the stretch marks. His touch makes me melt. How did he even know I had them? I never let him see my belly.

"Now I'm going to shower. Care to join me?" he whispers. I nod with a smile, turning away from the mirror and holding his hand. We walk out of the nursery and into our bedroom, heading toward the bathroom.

I haven't showered with Lando since the first couple of months of my pregnancy, and the thought makes my heart race a little.

We close the door, and Lando starts the shower, letting it steam up as I undress myself. "Fucking perfect," he smiles, staring at me before leaning down to kiss my belly. He then moves up, planting gentle kisses on the scars that still mark my arms. He always has a way of reminding me just how beautiful I am, even when I can't see it myself.

In the shower, Lando undresses, and we step in together. He leans back against the wall, and I stand in front of him, reaching up to grab his cheeks and press my lips firmly against his. I tease the seam of his lips with my tongue, and he willingly lets me in. Our tongues dance together for a moment before I pull away, looking into his eyes. "Thank you for everything," I mumble, and he nods, smiling warmly.

He wraps his arms around my shoulders, turning me around gently so that my back is against his chest. We stand there, letting the hot water cascade over our bodies, feeling the warmth and comfort of each other's presence.

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A.N- small little cute chapter today I'm sorry!

My mental health hasn't been the best, it's starting to go down hill again so it may take a little longer for chapters to come out so I'm sorry about that.

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But I love yall! Xx