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ꜰ1 x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏʀʀɪꜱ ᴀᴜ | ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ + ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ

⚠️ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:

ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ (12-13 ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ, ᴛᴡɪɴꜱ)

ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ᴠɪꜱɪᴛ / ᴜʟᴛʀᴀꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇʀʏ

ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ

ʜɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ (ꜱᴜʀᴠᴇɪʟʟᴀɴᴄᴇ/ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ)

ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇꜱ

ʙʀɪᴇꜰ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ

The late morning sun draped soft golden light across the boutique, but (Y/n) hardly noticed. She was halfway through restocking a jewelry display when her phone buzzed, two short vibrations.

Lando: Can we talk? Not at the shop. Somewhere quieter.

He picked her up twenty minutes later in a nondescript SUV, sunglasses in place, hoodie up. Amara gave her a small nod of support from behind the counter, and Carla, now fully in the loop, pretended not to notice, but mouthed a silent good luck.

In the car, silence stretched for a beat too long. Then Lando exhaled.

"I’ve been thinking," he began, turning briefly toward her at a stoplight. "You’re almost out of your first trimester. The press is heating up, and Luca’s still hovering. I don’t want you going through this with your head constantly on a swivel."

(Y/n) blinked. "What are you saying?"

Lando looked ahead. "Move in. Just for now. My place is locked down. No paps, no Luca, no risk. Just... less noise."

(Y/n) hesitated, chewing on the inside of her cheek. She had lived in Monaco for over two years, and yet no apartment had ever felt like home. But was this too fast? Too much?

Lando, sensing her pause, softened his tone. "Only Amara and Carla will know. That’s a promise. I’m not asking for forever. Just a breather, for you, for the baby."

Her breath hitched at the word baby. Despite all the chaos, he said it so naturally now.

She nodded. "Okay."

His flat was everything she expected, spacious, minimal, clean. But it was also quieter than she imagined. Not sterile, just lived in, with subtle signs of who he was behind the cameras. A half-built Lego set sat on a shelf. A racing sim setup dominated one corner. There were mugs in mismatched sets and a kitchen that didn’t quite match the rest of the modern aesthetic.

(Y/n) stood awkwardly in the doorway at first. Lando reached behind her to pull her suitcase inside.

“Relax,” he murmured. “This isn’t a trap.”

She laughed, the first real one in days. “I know.”

Later that afternoon, they drove to her prenatal appointment. She was now at twelve, almost thirteen, weeks. Lando insisted on coming along, even after she told him she could manage.

In the clinic waiting room, he kept his baseball cap low and his hand on her knee.

“You okay?” he whispered.

(Y/n) gave a quiet nod. “Just nervous.”

When the nurse called her in, Lando followed without hesitation. The ultrasound room was calm, the lights low, the hum of machines steady.

The doctor offered a warm smile. “Let’s take a look.”

And there it was again. The flicker on the screen. The sound of a heartbeat. Fast. Strong.

Then, another flicker.

The doctor tilted the screen slightly and turned toward them. “Well, it looks like we have a surprise,” she said. “You’re expecting twins.”

(Y/n)’s breath caught. Lando’s eyes widened, his hand instinctively tightening around hers.

Neither of them said much until they were back in the car.

Then he reached over, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You're really doing this,” he said softly.

(Y/n) turned to him. “We are.”

That night, they ate pasta in front of the TV, legs tangled on the couch, not as lovers, but as two people finding a strange sense of peace in each other's company. Lando asked questions, real ones, about how she’d been feeling, what she was afraid of, and what she wanted in the weeks to come.

(Y/n) didn’t have all the answers. But for the first time in weeks, the fear didn’t feel like it was swallowing her whole.

To be continued... 🧡

🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 18: ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋꜱ🧡

📝 Note from the Author: Second post of the day, Alarwynnites 😭 I swear I meant to rest but this story is writing itself now, help AHAHAHA

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