Y/n Hughes x Lando Norris

pregnancy test

It was finally summer, and Lando and I had a rare week off from race weekends. We decided to head up to my brothers' lake house to spend some time with them before the hectic F1 schedule kicked in again.

Quinn, Luke, Jack, and Lando were all out on the boat while I stayed back at the house, enjoying some alone time sunbathing. As I lay there soaking up the sun, my mind began to wander. The past couple of weeks had been strange—I hadn't been feeling well, I was more tired than usual, and I just didn't feel like myself. I tried to convince myself it was just my period about to start, but the thought kept circling back to the "what ifs."

Eventually, I couldn't shake the feeling anymore. I made my way to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. My hands trembled slightly as I unwrapped the test. I knew it was probably unnecessary, but the "what-if" scenarios kept playing in my head. After a few minutes, the result was clear: negative. A wave of relief washed over me, mixed with a tiny bit of disappointment that I quickly pushed away. I wasn't ready for that next step yet, not with my career and not with Lando's demanding F1 schedule. I tossed the test in the trash, washed my hands, and splashed some cool water on my face. It was time to go back to enjoying the weekend.

I didn't think about the test again. That night, I told Lando it was negative, and we just continued as usual. But over the next few days, I noticed Luke giving me weird looks. "Hey, Y/N, want to go on the boat with us?" Jack asked one day, but before I could respond, Luke answered for me, "No, she's okay." I looked at him, confused, but decided to brush it off.

After a few more incidents like that, I couldn't ignore it any longer. I finally pulled Luke aside. "Luke, what's wrong?" I asked, trying to catch his eye.

He froze, then finally looked at me, his eyes wide with what looked like panic. "Uh, nothing. Everything's fine. Totally fine."

"Luke, you've been acting weird and way more protective lately," I said, my voice firmer this time. "Also, you're a terrible liar. What's going on?"

He hesitated, then sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I wasn't snooping, I swear. I was just taking out the trash and... and I saw the test."

My heart stopped for a second. "You saw the pregnancy test?" I repeated, my voice sounding a little more surprised than I intended.

Luke nodded, biting his lip. "I thought it was... positive. And I didn't know how to—"

I couldn't help it; I burst out laughing. The relief and absurdity of the situation hit me all at once. "Luke, it was negative!"

He blinked, looking like I'd just told him the earth was flat. "It was?"

"Yes, it was negative!" I laughed again, this time with more assurance. "I've just been feeling a little off, and I wanted to make sure. But I'm not pregnant, Luke. You can relax."

He let out a long breath, his shoulders sagging in relief. "Oh, thank God. I mean, not that it would be a bad thing, but..."

"Yeah, I know," I said, still smiling. "But it's not happening right now."

He finally sat down, shaking his head with a sheepish grin. "You really freaked me out, Y/N. I was trying to figure out how to talk to you about it without being a total idiot."

"You were definitely being a total idiot," I teased, nudging him with my shoulder.

He chuckled, the tension easing out of the air. "I guess I was."