Iâm so proud of you baby
Pairing: Lando Norris (wdc) x wife!reader
Warnings: none :)
W/c: 1.25k
A/n: Ik itâs been a while, but his win just got me so inspired lol. This is a bit different from my usual style, but I hope you like it :) also: SEND REQUESTS, YOUR PHENOMENAL IDEAS FUEL ME, I WILL WRITE WHATEVER PLEASE!
Now playing: House Song by Searows (the sound of it sounds like this)
He did it
He really did it
That boy
The boy you met years ago
Bumped into in London
Both of you only 19
Both of you in new adventures
New chapters
Little did you know that your stories would merge
Become one.
Coffee shop dates on Thursday nights after he had too many interviews, and you had too much to study.
And early Friday mornings when youâd wake up to the smell of pancakes freshly made, just for you. Cut strawberries and whipped cream. Sure, it was box mix, but it tasted better with his touch in it.
Saturday nights, cuddling, trying new tea flavors, Peach Mango, and açaĂ. Old movies, new movies. Tv shows you never finished.
Things were simple back then. Back when Sunday evenings were met with repeated refrains of âyouâre good enoughâ, âyou are good at why you doâ, âit will get betterâ âyou will win, soonâ. And long showers you spent washing his hair, with the intention of washing every poor thought from his sweet mind.
Monday afternoons were nice. Sleeping in, ordering breakfast from a restaurant down the street. Watching cable until dusk, then laying in bed just chatting like you always did.
You followed him around, turning most of your studies online. He supported you through everything.
Your birthdays, only 2 months apart, found you both at 24. Things were looking better. You were about to graduate, the car was better, sundays felt lighter, Thursdays more packed, Fridays more comfortable, Saturdays less at home.
You followed each other around, always. Your paths forever intertwined. And then, all he wanted to do was adorn the string that connected your souls.
Friday evening, at your favorite spot, in England, on the countryside with the sunset. He did it, he asked. He asked the question that would finally solder your eternities together.
The wedding was simple, quiet, like your love had been. Your motto being, âlove doesnât need to be loud to be trueâ that same countryside, was the farm you both now owned. And the land you wed on. A simple dress, ivory, with lace and a tea length. He wore his fathers suit, tailored in obviously. Just family and friends. Teammates, and classmates present.
You honeymooned it Figi, spending most of the week laying together by the water, never tiring of each otherâs presence.
And now, 2 years into your marriage, trying for a child, he did it. He accomplished his dream. He triumphed over the greatest, and claimed a victory for the history books.
You watched him come out of the car, tired but exctatic.
You watched him hug his mom, hug his dad, his brother. Then they moved out of the way for you. You wore his favorite dress, the white one that complimented your complexion. You had on the gold necklace with his name on it. Your favorite memento.
He finally saw you, tears filling his eyes again. You met him, crushing into him with your own tears, kissing the top of his helmet as he put his head down and mouthing just for him to see, âyou did itâ
He went to celebrate with the team, and later you met him in the drivers room. Taking the moment together to process.
He walked in, put his bottle and helmet down, not even a hello, just a soft âno baby, we did itâ
You stood from your seat on the massage table, and went back into his arms, less violent now, just soft, tears welling up. You both stayed this way for a while. Quietly crying in each others arms, quietly repeating I love yous in each others ears.
You both decided to go out, party, enjoy the accomplishment.
And so you did, dancing the night away, you watched as he was lifted by his friends, drunk and happy.
He walked over to you, glowing like the sun. You put your hands over his shoulders and he put his hands on your waist. You both swayed, side to side like lovesick teenagers at prom. The music swelled, your head found his collar bone, his hand found your head. He gently caressed your head. All this in just a moment, a moment youâve shared many times before, but now it felt cathartic, finally, you both achieved this dream.
You let go of each other, locking eyes one more time before going back to the party, the present moment.
4am, you were exhausted, hung over, but still so happy. Lando shared that same joy. Him and his world champion glow were infectious. His skin glimmered in the faint light the rising sun provided. Maybe it was just sweat, but he really did look golden.
You both walked into the Mc Donalds, disappointed at the lack of chicken nuggets.
âI cant believe this is realâ , Lando said under his breath. You smiled nodding, âIt is love.â
Lando looked around, surveying the empty establishment, â IâM WORLD CHAMPION!â He shouted into the world. The staff shook their heads, too tired to be dealing with this at 4:30am.
You both ate your hashbrowns and drank your juice, watching the sun come up from the parking lot.
The flight home was simple, quiet. You barely spoke, only quietly pointing out new things or thoughts that came to your minds. You slept together on the flight home, heads on shoulders and all that.
Monday afternoon was spent like you both used to. Sleeping in, ordering breakfast, watching morning news, chatting. You followed him to the MTC, watched as he was celebrated once more.
This is exactly what you wanted, he was happy, you were happy, it seemed the world smiled at your lover the same way you did. Now the future looks different. The same halo of gold that engulfed your husband, seemed to envelop the idea of your future. Your children, your grandchildren, your trips, Christmas spent together, kidâs soccer games, ballet recitals, family vacations, it all looked so relaxed. The biggest task on his checklist for life was checked off, and you were the lucky woman he got to share the privilege with.
Im so proud of you baby <3
