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It was late afternoon when they reached her apartment, Monaco light still clinging to the sky, soft and amber like honey spread over stone.
Lando didnât follow her in right away. He paused at the doorway, one hand gripping the frame, unsure if he was welcome past it.
(Y/n) noticed. âCome in,â she said simply, unlocking the door.
Inside, it smelled faintly of citrus and fabric softener. A candle flickered on the windowsill, half-burned. The space was modest, lived in, not designed for show. A book lay spine-up on the coffee table, and a glass of ginger water sat beside it, unfinished.
Lando stood awkwardly near the coat rack as she slipped off her shoes. He rubbed the back of his neck, then finally said, âThis place is⌠calm.â
âItâs small.â
âI didnât mean that as a bad thing.â
She gave him a sidelong look, but her shoulders relaxed just a touch. âYou want anything? Water? Tea?â
âJust⌠to talk.â
They ended up sitting across from each other on the couch, an ocean of space between them. Neither leaned back. The ultrasound photo lay between them, still creased at the corners.
âIâm not going to chase you around Monaco,â she said first. âI donât want money. I donât want tabloids. I just want⌠peace.â
âI get that.â
She looked at him, eyes sharper than usual. âDo you?â
Lando swallowed. âNo. But Iâm trying.â
A quiet moment stretched between them.
Then, he reached forward, placing both palms on his knees. âWhat do you want from me? Not what you donât want. Tell me what you do want.â
(Y/n) blinked, taken aback. âI⌠I want a stable pregnancy. I want to keep working as long as I can. I want to not have to lie to my coworkers when I get dizzy or tired.â
He nodded.
âI want to not be constantly anxious about you showing up and acting like I tricked you.â
Lando winced. âYeah. Okay. Thatâs fair.â
âI wantââ she hesitated ââyou to mean it. When you say you want to be here. Not because youâre a public figure. Not because you feel bad. Just because you mean it.â
Lando was silent for a long time.
âI do,â he said finally. âI mean it.â
Another beat.
âI can help with the appointments,â he added. âWe can keep everything off the radar. Iâve got people who know how to keep things quiet. You donât have to deal with the circus.â
âIâm not ashamed of it.â
âI didnât say you were.â
She softened slightly. âI know. But Iâve been carrying this alone for weeks. I donât want secrets. Just⌠privacy.â
He nodded again. âPrivacy. Not secrecy. Got it.â
She leaned back, finally exhaling. âWe can set boundaries. Conditions.â
âLike a truce?â
âMore like a contract.â
A small smile tugged at his lips. âYouâre tougher than I remember.â
âIâve had to be.â
He looked down at the ultrasound again. âThat little dot⌠thatâs ours.â
She didnât correct him.
âIâll start with the basics,â he said, voice quieter now. âTransport when you need it. Appointments. Groceries if youâre too tired. I donât want to overstep. But I want to show up.â
(Y/n) studied him.
Then she nodded. âWeâll take it one day at a time.â
Lando looked up at her. âDeal.â
Outside, the sun had almost set. The sky was streaked with soft pinks and lavenders.
Inside, things were still complicated. Still fragile.
But for the first time, they werenât entirely broken.
To be continued... đ§Ą
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