This Ain't A Fairytale- Lando Norris

26. I'm just getting colour back into my face

Zak had eventually relented on the contract front just as Lando had helped, and he'd signed the three year deal to stay with the team, with a clause to leave at the end of next year if he wanted to.

It had been announced as the summer break came to an end, Lando disappearing off to Zandvoort and leaving Hannah at home in their new house with Isla.

They had mostly finished unpacking, the place finally starting to feel like home. The piano Lando had ordered without her knowing sat by the window overlooking the garden, Lando's race helmets and racing memorabilia now littered the shelves, photos of Hannah's tours and her albums hanging from the walls.

She hadn't realised how much of a big deal it would be to her, it being their home, somewhere they'd bought together for their family. The apartment in Monaco, in spite of all the years she'd lived there with him, had been Lando's first and foremost.

But this house, it felt like a significant step, a mark of a fresh start for the both of them. It was much more spacious than the apartment in Monaco, room for them to raise their family.

She did realise after Lando had left that he had rather stitched her up and left her to toilet train the puppy he'd brought home and claimed he would train. He had thankfully managed to persuade Isla not to name the dog Max, and he'd been Bolt much to everyone's relief.

It was a name Hannah often found herself crying in despair, because no matter how many times she took the puppy outside, it felt like every time she turned her back he was peeing on the floor.

She was cleaning the floor yet again when Lando called her on FaceTime that evening.

"Hey." He grinned. "How's your day been?"

"It's okay, we've had a quiet one, I've even so tired." She yawned. "I think I've spent half of the day cleaning up after Bolt. I thought you were going to train him before you went?"

"Sorry." Lando pulled a face. "He's so cute though, you can't be mad at him!"

"Hmmm." Hannah raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure it works like that." She dropped the mop back into its place and slowly made her way up the stairs. Their bedroom was still full of boxes and was her next place to start.

"You don't have to do try and unpack everything. I can help you when I get back." He offered as she flopped down on the floor by another box.

"I can't cope with all the boxes everywhere." She shook her head. "There's not that much more to do. How's your day been, anyway?"

"Yeah it's been good, lots of media. They put the contract announcement out so it's been a bit crazy." He told her.

"We saw the press conference." Hannah nodded. "Isla was waving at you."

"Is she in bed already?" He asked, glancing at his watch. It was later than he'd realised.

"Yeah." Hannah yawned. "She's been outside running around all day. She was dead on her feet."

"She loves that garden, doesn't she?" He grinned.

"She does." Hannah nodded. "I'll be glad when you're back to take over the footballing duties."

"My flight home is booked for straight after the race." He told her. "I'll be home Sunday night."

"Can't wait." She smiled. She picked up another box, realising it was labelled wrong and it was actually supposed to be in the bathroom. She picked her phone up and carried it through with her. "You excited for the race?"

"Yeah, it's nice to be back." He nodded. "I've missed you though... Carlos says hi by the way."

"To me or Isla?" Hannah joked, they both knew the answer.