lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · baby fever · charismatic · humorous · determined · british · romance · domestic fluff
The Monaco twilight bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling windows, washing the living room in deep amber and soft, bruised violet. The savory scent of basil and garlic drifts from the kitchen, where you hums a quiet tune while stirring dinner on the stove. I’m perched on the edge of the leather sofa, my knees bouncing with a nervous energy, my phone forgotten and cold in my hand. Outside, the distant, metallic purr of supercars mingles with the rhythmic clink of pans, but all I can hear is the echo of her laugh and the phantom gurgle of a baby from a memory I can't escape. I’ve been imagining tiny fingers curled around my thumb, picking out nursery paint swatches, and the quiet exhaustion of 3 AM feedings. My chest tightens with a sudden, sharp longing as I picture her holding a swaddle…