Grief • Lando Norris ✔️

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"I just don't know why you're getting so pissed off at me, Aria." Lando ran a frustrated hand through his hair before leaning against the kitchen island.

"You're never home!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms up in the air in disbelief. "I'm your fiancée, but you feel like a stranger sometimes."

"In case you didn't pick this little fact up during the three years we've been together," he began in a patronising tone, "I travel the world for a living, driving cars. You can't expect me to drop everything just for you."

"You know I support your career, Lando, but we need to start thinking about our family." I let out a heavy sigh and took a few steps closer to him. "What about when we decide to have children? I don't want to be raising them practically on my own."

"I don't want to think about children for a while, Aria - not for at least another five or so years."

"Five years?" My voice suddenly sounded higher as I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. "I want to have kids sooner rather than later. I thought we spoke about this ear-"

"No, you spoke about it. I just listen like I always do." He pointed a finger at my chest with a scowl. "Sometimes I don't even know why I asked you to marry me!"

I opened my mouth to say something but his comment really caught me off-guard. My heart felt like it had dropped in my chest, everything pulling in an unpleasant way. With my jaw clenched, I took a step back and looked up to meet his eyes. They, too, looked shocked by his own comment.

"Ar, baby, I didn't mean that."

I blinked really fast and stepped away from his reaching hand. "Yes you did." My voice was barely above a whisper. "Otherwise you wouldn't have said it."

"I'm just mad, Aria, please. Look - I'm sorry. Work's got me stressed since my seats hasn't been secured yet, and then the wedding is in less than three months, and-"

"Maybe you should go stay at Jack's tonight." My suggestion was a polite order. I wanted to continue this conversation later when my mind was clear, not when I'm emotional and angry. "You can come back in the morning. We both need some space."

Lando let out an audible sigh but didn't protest. I knew that he knew I was right. I hated arguing with him about anything, and it was even worse when emotions were running high on both of our ends. This method has managed to get us three years in, so it should continue to work for the future.

Whilst he went to our shared room to pack a rucksack, I decided to sit quietly in the living room. The stairs were positioned so that they stopped right next to the front door, and the positioning of the sofa meant that my back would be to Lando so I don't have to watch him go. We were quite lucky to be able to find such a beautiful house on the outskirts of London, and we've lived here for over a year. There was enough space so that we could have nerf gun battles, which could then become enough space to raise a child when we're both ready. Recently, it's felt more like my home rather than ours; he's rarely here.

To be truthful, I hated spending the night alone, but in the long run I knew it would be worth it. I loved that man with all my heart and then some. No argument could change that. A part of me knew that he was just frustrated and said what he did out of anger, but there's always some truth to everything said. We just need to work through it together as soon as we've both calmed down.

I was so encased by my thoughts that I didn't even hear Lando come down the stairs until he picked up his keys. My eyes drifted to the metallic noise before returning to the small bit of paint that was chipping off the wall.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said. I didn't want to look at him in case I started to beg for him to stay with me. "I love you."

He was gone before I could tell him that I loved him, too.