Soft Launch - Lando NorrisXLogan Sargeant-Fanfiction F1

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The transition back to their separate routines was smoother than Logan expected. After landing in Monaco, he returned to their apartment with Zandee, the familiar space welcoming him like an old friend. The little puppy adjusted quickly, her playful energy filling the rooms as Logan settled back into his solo routine.

For Lando, the separation was bittersweet. He boarded the plane to Mexico with a pit in his stomach, leaving behind the warmth of Logan's presence. His friends on the flight noticed his lingering glances at his phone, where he had a photo of Logan and Zandee set as his background.

"Mate," Carlos teased, sitting across from Lando. "You're going to wear out your screen with how much you stare at it."

Lando gave him a sheepish smile, pocketing his phone. "I can't help it. It's too quiet without them."

Max Fewtrell, sitting beside Carlos, smirked. "You're hopeless. It's cute, but hopeless."

"Don't act like you wouldn't be the same," Lando shot back, but his tone was light.

Still, his friends took it upon themselves to keep Lando occupied. Carlos and Max ensured that Lando was pulled into conversations, card games, and even impromptu brainstorming sessions about his social media content to keep his mind from wandering too much.

Logan, on the other hand, found comfort in Zandee's presence. She became his little shadow, following him around the apartment as he went about his day. He started to appreciate the small moments more—the warmth of Zandee curling up on his lap, the way her tail wagged when he returned from the store, and the way she rested her head on his knee when he was lost in thought.

At night, Logan would sit on the couch, scrolling through his phone for updates on Lando. He followed the race coverage religiously, keeping track of every interview and qualifying result. Though he missed Lando deeply, he felt steadier than before, more secure in their connection and his ability to handle the distance.

Lando, however, had a harder time hiding his longing. His teammates often caught him sneaking glances at his phone during breaks, and more than once, he sent Logan a quick photo of something random—a funny billboard, a weird snack he found, or a candid selfie from the garage.

One evening, after a long day of media duties, Lando was scrolling through his messages on the hotel balcony when Carlos joined him.

"You're quiet tonight," Carlos said, leaning on the railing.

"Just tired," Lando replied, though Carlos wasn't convinced.

"You miss him," Carlos stated rather than asked.

Lando sighed, nodding. "Yeah. It's not like before, though. I know he's okay now, and that helps. But I just... I want to be there, you know? And I want him here."

Carlos clapped a hand on Lando's shoulder. "You'll see him soon. And until then, stop moping and come join us for dinner. You're no good to him if you're sulking the whole time."

Reluctantly, Lando allowed himself to be pulled back into the group.

Meanwhile, Logan was keeping himself busy. He'd started working on a small project—a scrapbook for Zandee. It was silly and simple, but it gave him something to focus on when the apartment felt too quiet. He printed photos of her first day at home, her adventures in the park, and even her tiny paw prints on the balcony.

Every night before bed, Logan would cuddle Zandee and send Lando a quick text, sometimes with a picture or video. Their conversations were shorter than usual, given the time difference, but each message felt like a lifeline keeping them connected.

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Lando walked through the door of their apartment in Monaco, his bag slung over his shoulder and a tired but happy smile on his face. Before he could even call out, he was ambushed by Zandee, her tail wagging furiously as she yipped excitedly, weaving between his legs.

"Hey, girl!" Lando crouched down to pet her, laughing as she licked his hand. "Missed me, huh?"

From the living room, Logan appeared, a grin spreading across his face as he leaned against the doorway. "You're stealing my thunder, Zandee."

Lando's gaze snapped up, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Logan. He didn't even bother to stand up, instead crawling across the floor to Logan and wrapping his arms around his legs. "I missed you more," he murmured, his face pressed against Logan's stomach.

Logan chuckled, his hands threading through Lando's messy curls. "You're ridiculous."

"And you love it," Lando said, looking up with a boyish grin.

"I do." Logan leaned down, capturing Lando's lips in a soft, lingering kiss.

After a few more minutes of affectionate greetings and Zandee trying to wriggle her way between them, the couple settled on the couch, Zandee contentedly sprawled on Lando's lap.

"So, how was the race?" Logan asked, his hand resting lightly on Lando's thigh.

Lando sighed, a mix of pride and exhaustion in his expression. "It was tough, but good. P3. Max was insane as usual, but I held my own. And, of course, Carlos wouldn't stop teasing me about missing you."

Logan's smile widened, his heart swelling with pride for Lando. "I'm glad it went well. You deserve it."

"But enough about me," Lando said, turning to face Logan fully. "What about you? How've you been? You seem... different. Good different, but different."

Logan's smile faltered slightly, replaced by a nervous energy. He bit his lip, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

"Logan?" Lando asked softly, concern creeping into his voice. "What is it?"

Taking a deep breath, Logan looked Lando in the eyes. "I got a call while you were away. From a team in IndyCar."

Lando blinked, his mind racing. "What kind of call?"

"They offered me a testing opportunity," Logan admitted, his voice tinged with both excitement and uncertainty. "It's not a seat, not yet, but it's a chance. If it goes well, who knows? Maybe it could lead to something."

For a moment, Lando was silent, processing the news. Then, a wide grin broke out on his face, and he grabbed Logan's hands. "Logan, that's amazing! I'm so proud of you!"

The relief on Logan's face was palpable. "You think so? I was worried about how you'd feel. It's a big step, and it's so far from what we've been building here."

"Of course I think so," Lando said earnestly. "This is your dream. I've seen how much you've missed racing, how much it means to you. If this is what you want, then I'll support you every step of the way."

Logan's eyes glistened, and he leaned in to kiss Lando again, this time more deeply, pouring all his gratitude and love into the gesture.

When they finally pulled apart, Lando chuckled. "Guess we're both celebrating tonight. You with your IndyCar test, me with my podium. Feels like a good excuse to open a bottle of wine, don't you think?"

Logan laughed, nodding. "Yeah, I think we earned it."