This Ain't A Fairytale- Lando Norris

36. I believe that we were supposed to find this

"Lando, I love you, but if you don't stop fussing I am going to kill you." Hannah sighed. "I'm pregnant, I'm not dying."

"Is trying to take care of my pregnant wife such a a crime?" Lando rolled his eyes at her.

"Why did you even bring me here if you weren't actually going to let me watch?" Hannah asked.

"I didn't bring you here." He pointed out. "You insisted on coming, I wanted you to stay at home and rest."

"And I'll say again, I'm pregnant not dying. I don't need to stay at home and rest... god I really thought you were going to be less of a pain in the ass the second time around." She got to her feet, standing with her hands on her hips as she stared at him. "I'm not staying in here to watch."

"Hannah." He sighed. "It's hot and crowded in the garage. Mum and Dad have got Isla, why don't you just stay in here?"

"I swear to god sometimes it's like you actually want me to kill you." She huffed.

"Or, maybe it's because I care and I'm trying to do what's best for you?" He offered. "You were the one who said you weren't feeling well earlier."

She'd nearly given him a heart attack when she'd stopped dead walking through the paddock, gripping on to his arm and saying she felt like she was about to pass out.

He'd gone as far as taking her to the medical centre who had been in agreement with Hannah's own diagnosis that she was five months pregnant and it was a very warm day in Abu Dhabi, not something sinister.

But as she'd predicted, Lando had taken the instruction that she should go and sit down somewhere cool and drink some water to the extreme.

"I feel fine now." She protested. "I just want to come and watch the race."

"Yeah, and you have a tv in here." He pointed at the wall behind her.

"I could've watched you on the tv from home." She argued.

"Yeah, and that would've made me very happy because you'd be at home resting." He sighed.

"Come on." Hannah gave him a pleading look, blinking rapidly as her eyes began to fill with tears. "I'm not going to get to see anything at the start of next season. I just wanted to watch one more race properly."

"Don't cry." Lando's expression softened, and he immediately crossed the small space between them in his drivers room and wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm not."

"Han." He shook his head, brushing a tear from her cheek.

"I mean I'm not crying voluntarily. It's the stupid fucking hormones. I cried at a tv commercial this morning. It doesn't take much." She sighed. "Unless it's going to change your mind? I could probably cry more then."

"You're impossible, you know that?"

"But you love me." She smirked.

"I do." He agreed. "If you come to the garage, you need to sit down and if you don't feel well you tell someone and then come back up here, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go!" She grinned, taking his hand as they headed out of his drivers room.

"You sure you're feeling alright?" Lando asked almost the second they stepped out of the air conditioning in the McLaren hospitality and into the paddock.

"I'm fine." She repeated, squeezing his hand, as they made their way down towards the garage.

"Look who's up!" Carlos called from behind them, causing them both to stop for a second and turn around to face him as he jogged to catch up with them. "Are you feeling better now? I thought you were supposed to be resting?" He asked Hannah as he reached them.