#lanceeeeeeee hi

Lando barely had his door open before you were barreling in. 

“This is never going to work.” You angrily huffed, “There’s no way Lance is going to let either one of us into his home.” 

Lando rolled his eyes, his greeting dead on his tongue as he followed you into the living room. You plopped down on his couch and crossed your arms. Not even looking at him, he could see the anger steaming off of you. 

“So, you tried to call him?” He asked plainly, taking you in where you sat on his couch. 

You had on a white sweater, and judging from the shape of you, and the shape of your breasts, no bra. Lando’s eyes dipped lower to your leggings, and he couldn’t stop the thought of whether or not you had panties on either. 

“Tried to call him? Lando, I- I called him four times, texted him, like, seven, and he didn’t answer a single fucking one.”

Lando snickered, and covered his mouth with his hand when you shot him a look. “I don’t know why you thought he’d talk to you.”

“I thought maybe he’d realize it’s something important since we haven’t spoken in forever, and now, here I am, out of the blue, reaching out! You’d think he’d answer.”

Lando sat next to you and leaned towards you, “Maybe he thinks you’re just calling him for a booty call.” 

“Shut up, Lando.” You groaned, your head tilted back as you looked at the ceiling.

“I mean, I wouldn’t blame you, it’s hard to quit something once you’ve had it.” 

“You would know.” You answered snarky. 

“I do.” He huskily replied.

Lando and you both looked at each other, your faces somehow much closer than they just were. 

“You know how I know?” He asked, “Cause I kept waiting for that call.”

Lando’s fingers pressed against the hem of your sweater, and you whined as his finger tip pressed under the material. One of his fingers hooked and dragged it upward, his whole hand slipping under the sweater as he lifted his hand. No stranger to your body, he easily slid his hand exactly where he wanted it. Under your breast, his thumb against the underside of your breast while his fingers pressed to the soft skin on the side. 

You damned your reluctance to put on a bra that morning. Lando’s hands felt like fire on your skin. You’d never gotten wet so fast, your core tingling between your legs. Skin heated, your forehead was already feeling clammy, and you almost felt dizzy. Lando was so close, his thumb sliding over the underside of your breast. You whimpered when the edge of his finger brushed against your swollen nipple. 

“I-”

“Shhhh, darling,” Lando leaned in and licked your jaw, “Have you thought of it?”

His lips dragged across your skin, and your head lulled to the side so he had plenty of skin to nip and kiss at. But he didn’t. His lips stayed pressed to your skin, and he dragged his plush mouth across your skin, teasing you relentlessly. 

“Wha?”

“Did you think of how good we could’ve been?” Lando whispered against your skin, his hand coming up to cup your tit, “If you hadn’t been such a slut, you could’ve been all mine.”

You whimpered as your eyes slipped shut, the sensation of Lando’s thumb pressing and rolling around your nipple making you cry out. Your body was on fire. You didn’t know what was wrong with you. 

“Look at you,” his teeth pressed to your skin as he smiled, “how soaked are you just from me touching your tit?” 

You arched your back, pressing your soft breast into his hand further. Lando answered your movement with a harsh squeeze that had you crying out. 

“But now we don’t even know if this is you,” Lando kissed your neck, “or just your hormones.”

His words rushed over you like freezing cold water, and you gasped as his hand fell out from under your shirt. You lowered your head and looked at his stupid smug face. You hated the way he was looking at you, like he had gotten you, like he was once again just using you to make himself feel good. 

“You’re an asshole.”

“An asshole you would’ve fucked had I not stopped all that.”

The sudden rush of awareness made you feel lightheaded, and you felt horrible to realize that Lando had a point. It was just hormones, and you would’ve thrown yourself on to Lando’s dick had he not deescalated it. 

Lando laughed as he stood from the couch, “do I need to get a towel for you to dry yourself with?” 

You rolled your eyes as Lando disappeared into the kitchen. When he came back, he had only one water bottle in his hand. When you held your hand out for it, he lifted an eyebrow at you before opening it and taking a swig. 

“This is for me.” 

“Lando,” you sighed, rubbing your temples, “what the fuck.”

“You came here, you tell me what you’re doing here.” Lando answered, his face still smug even though his tone was irritated, “Do you need Daddy or do you need to find out who the daddy is of her?” 

Lando pointed to your midsection, causing you to cross your arms over yourself reflexively. He scoffed at the movement. 

“What? No, I-” you flinched as you spread your legs to fold them under you, feeling exactly how damp you were between them, “wait, her?”

“Yeah, I don’t know I feel like it’s a girl, but yesterday I thought it was a he, so really it just depends on the day.” 

You felt a headache coming on.

“Lando, what the fuck.”

“Oh, chill out.” He hissed, “I decide to finally have fun with this and you suddenly get sensitive about it. It might be mine anyways, so let me wonder the gender if I want to, okay.” 

You leaned back at the outburst, and stopped your mouth from replying. It wasn’t fair to act like this was only your burden, you realized that now. Plus, besides his change in attitude, Lando was still making himself the most helpful.

He’s only helpful cause you haven’t told the other two.

Your thoughts about Lando’s helpfulness and sweetness had begun to take a turn in recent days. You knew as well as anyone that Lando’s emotions ruled him, and he could turn on the flip of a dime. Stress, upset, it all ate away at Lando and affected his mood and actions. 

And a baby was a lot of stress.

So Lando’s sudden burst of cruelty shouldn’t have shocked you, even though you had been spoiled lately. You had to stop projecting your happy little supportive man idea on Lando and come back to reality. You had to see and accept Lando as he was, as you always had before this. Even if he had humiliated you moments before. 

The realization that Lando might actually be your baby’s father sunk in suddenly, and it felt like the couch fell through the floor, like you were horribly weightless yet free falling at the same time.

Lando was emotional, and he could be cruel. He could give you love and affection, sweetness and gentility, attention and devotion, but he could take it all away if the weather changed between days. Could you tie yourself to such a tumultuous man forever? Could you tie a child to that?

You couldn’t believe you hadn’t considered the whole of having a baby. The whole included a father, a father who you might not be romantically tied to, but were forever tied to through the being you created together. 

Lando, Lance or Daniel would be tied to you for life. 

“Hey, hey, are you okay?” Lando’s voice, while you could hear it, sounded like it was being shouted through water, “Hey!”

You gasped as you came back to, the weight of Lando’s hand on your shoulder anchoring you, the feeling of the soft cushions under your hand grounding you. The room was too bright for a moment, but it settled quickly. You were embarrassed when you realized how hard you were panting, and when you looked at Lando, you could barely see him through the glassiness of your eyes.

“Don’t cry.” Lando warned, “Now’s not the time for all that.”

“I just-” you blubbered out some of your thoughts that had thrown you in such disarray, and were shocked to have Lando’s palm plant itself across your mouth, silencing you.

“Please don’t. You think I’m stupid?” Lando dropped his hand as his eyes narrowed at you, “You think I don’t know what it would mean if I am the father of your baby?” He shook his head. 

Lando’s hand dropped from your mouth, “But we’re not going to know until-”

“Until we tell the other two idiots.” Lando hissed. 

“So we need to tell Lance.” You defeatedly pulled your coat into your lap. 

“Yeah.” Lando sighed and pushed back to his feet, “I’ll call him, or actually, I’ll text him.”

You make a face at Lando before pulling your coat over your shoulders, “Since when are you and Lance buddies?”

“Since you tore his heart in two and he realized I wasn’t the problem, you were.” Lando sticks his tongue out at you as he pulls on his laces.

“Lando, I don’t want you pretending to be Lance’s friend just to sucker him into letting us into his place.”

Lando sighs, muttering to himself as he tied his shoes, “You know, maybe I just want friends? Like real friends on the grid.”

The way he’s refusing to look at you makes you feel worse than worse. Lando always seemed to pick the work times to show you a glimpse of the real him. 

“Sorry.” You tell him, “That’s probably nice, making friends with the guys- less rivalries to worry about, right?”

“That’s the idea!” Lando calls as he ducks into his closet to grab a coat. “But you know, something like this and fucking three people on the grid makes that tricky.” 

“Wow.” You laughed, “Are you ever going to let my sex life go?”

“Probably not.” He shrugged.

-

You’d ended up sitting in the car for a bit, parked in Lando’s driveway. Your text remained unanswered while Lance answered Lando casually for a bit before he stopped. He had told Lando that he was staying in for the night, so that had been your cue to head over. 

Half of the drive had been silent, and it was in that silence that you realized how far Lance lived from Lando and you. Lando and you lived relatively close, but Lance was kind of far. The long car ride at dusk wouldn’t have bothered you had it not been for the way Lando seemed to steam in the driver’s seat. 

“So,” Lando finally broke the silence, “what makes Danny so special?”

“What do you mean?” 

Lando laughed, “Oh come on, you can tell me. Do you have a crush on him? Danny can’t know that he’s in the running to be a father until you know for sure it’s him, huh?” 

His tone had taken a more harsh turn, and you realized if you didn’t steer this conversation in the right direction, you’d probably end up screaming at each other and on the side of the road no less. You couldn’t even be mad at Lando, he was right. You had dumped this all on him and for some reason kept Daniel and Lance for the most part out of it.

“I think you should take it as a-”

“If you say compliment I will leave you on the roadway.”

“Oh hush,” you slapped his arm, “I mean it. Lance and I, we were a disaster, not even on talking terms, and Daniel- he’s just, he doesn’t quite get it.”

“I know the romantic doesn’t sleep around. Except with you apparently.”

“I do feel comfortable with you, you know. I know you try not to be, and you do your damndest, but I know you’re a good person, Lando, and you have a sweet heart. Even if you don’t want-”

“Alright, that’s enough of that.” Lando’s cheeks were burning, you could see them from your seat alongside him, “Let’s just get this over with.” 

“Awwww, is that why you’re so moody? No one ever takes care of the softie side of you?” 

Lando let out a growl, “I’m not soft.”

“You’re as soft as a kitten, baby.” You teased.

“Not what you thought before.”

“It’s what I know now.” 

Lando grumbled under his breath as you smiled, enjoying the momentary banter. It kind of felt how you all used to get on. It was nice.

“Are you ready?”

“What do you-”

Lando nodded his head as his car swung around, sliding into a spot between two cars on the side of the road. You licked your lips as you looked up at Lance’s building. 

This was it.

“No backing out now,” Lando clapped his hands together, “let’s go, then.”

He didn’t give you a chance to drag your feet, making his way around his car and pulling your door open. He even grabbed your arm, pulling you out of the car and alongside him. You felt like a child being dragged into a doctor’s office and your cheeks burned as you entered the building. Lando seemed smug on the elevator which made you hold in your nerves. You became hyperaware of yourself, you didn’t want to give Lando the satisfaction of seeing you sweat. 

He was getting what he wanted, and honestly, you owed it to him and to Lance to just get this done. 

When you got to Lance’s floor, Lando dragged you behind him before putting a hand on your shoulder, not letting you go any further, the doorway about five feet ahead. 

“Don’t move until he opens the door, kay?” 

You nodded as Lando walked right up to the door and knocked loudly. You flinched with each echoing sound but stayed frozen in place. The sound of footsteps was coming so fast, and the click of the lock- your heartbeat was in your ears and your stomach was on the floor-

This has to be done. 

“Hey man!” Lance’s excited voice made your stomach twist, and every muscle in your body twitched and told you to run. 

“Hey,” Lando nodded and smiled at the taller driver.

They were really friends now. 

Your shock overwhelmed your anxiety as you took in the pair of them. It wasn’t that you were jealous, you were just shocked that they could get on after everything. It was childish but it felt unfair. How could they just get on with each other and yet Lance held you responsible for everything that had gone wrong. 

Lance stepped into the doorway and looked to the side as he brushed a hand through his hair, and finally noticed you. You tried not to flinch as his whole demeanor changed, you could already feel your frown dragging down your jaw. 

“What’s she doing here, Lando?”

He crossed his arms and looked down at Lando, not even willing to acknowledge you.

“We all need to chat, and since everyone’s being a kid, I’m making you talk.” He brushed passed Lance and stepped into his place, “Come on then.” 

Lance turned towards you. He was still leaning against the doorway, and his arms were still crossed. You didn’t know what to say, so you both stood there in silence, just looking at each other.

Finally, Lance’s arms dropped, “Come on.” 

You nodded and followed him in, not quite sure how to act. Lando must’ve disappeared into the living room, further into the apartment. You knew this place like the back of your hand, and a quick glance around proved that nothing had changed. But you weren’t allowed to just frolic around, you’d lost the ability to walk around his home like you knew it.

Lance didn’t want to know you anymore. He’d made that abundantly clear. 

“Lance, I-”

“What are you doing here?” He had let the door shut and was leaning against it now.

“I needed-”

“What? To come here, to rush in, to force me to talk to you?” Lance was still hurt, “You’re this upset I’m not answering your texts?” He scoffed at you, “You’ve never been stupid-”

“I’m not. And that’s not why I’m here, Lance, I-”

“You’re sorry?” he cut you off, “What is this? Why are you here?” 

“If you’d let me talk-”

“That’s hilarious. You came rushing in here, using him!” Lance yelled the ‘him’ over his shoulder, and you could hear Lando giggle, the little shit. 

“It was his idea!” 

“You seem to go with a lot of those.” 

“Lance, stop it.” You growled, “I didn’t come here to fight, I didn’t come here to apologize. I came here to talk.”

“What if I don’t want to talk?” 

He’s just being fucking petty now.

“You don’t have a choice! I need to tell you-”

“I don’t have to listen to you anymore,” Lance crossed his arms, and you could see Lando peek around the corner at the two of you, “that’s the whole point of me not talking to you, not seeing you, it’s to get away from you, it’s to finally move on from all the bullshit.”

“I understand that,” you blinked hard, you really didn’t want to cry before you told him, “but you need to listen to me, please-”

“Do you think you can barge in here and what? Tell me we’re gonna be friends, tell me to forgive you? I don’t need to forgive you. I’ve made peace with what happened. I’ve moved passed you, I’ve moved on. I’m not avoiding you to get over you, I’m staying clear of you because I don’t need you and I don’t want you.”

Your knees shook at his words.

“Mate,” Lando intervened, putting his hand on Lance’s arm, “listen to her.”

“No!” Lance pulled his arm out of Lando’s grip, “I don’t care if the two of you are friends, and I know we’re friends,” he motioned to himself and Lando, “but I don’t want to be with you, friends, lovers, whatever you’ve come here to talk about- I don’t want it.

“I want to be free of whatever stupid bullshit you’re trying to bring to me. Cause that’s all we ever did for and to each other- dragged each other down.  We were like poison for each other. Granted, Lando did his part in it all, but we’re both fucked up to begin with, and we don’t need to be fucking each other up.

“So whatever in the world you are coming here to say, it’s not going to fix anything, it’s not going to change anything, we are not-”

“I’m pregnant.” You cut off Lance’s rant and look down at your clasped hands in front of you.

Lance fell silent and looked at you hesitantly before taking a step toward you. His whole demeanor changed and he even lifted a hand to reach for you. But as quickly as that softness was there, it was gone. With a single glance to Lando, Lance’s stoic, hardened demeanor was back. His hand dropped, and he crossed his arms across his chest, standing up straight to tower over you. 

“Why should I know if it might not even be mine?”

You breathe out, still looking down at your hands, having missed Lance’s whole struggle. So ready to accept his rage and his pettiness, you had dismissed the disappointment in his voice as disappointment in you. 

“Because I need to know if it is yours.” 

Lance looked down at your hands, your fingers twisted in front of your abdomen. He wanted to reach towards you so badly, wanted to feel if your body was the same, if anything had changed. He was angry still, but the idea of a baby...

It was soured. 

Every glance towards Lando was a reminder of what he had lost, what he had gone through, what you had put him through. What he had put you through. And if it’s one thing he’d seen in his life of privilege, it was that wealth didn’t equate to happiness, and a baby didn’t fix a couple. He didn’t allow himself to think of what could’ve been, if he had gotten his shit together, if you had gotten your shit together.

I might’ve been happy to get this news, he thought, but not now. 

“Fuck, you really can’t help yourself, can you?” He squeezed his eyes shut, the rage boiling over before he could even feel the heat of it, “Are you even pregnant? Or is this some way for you to get back between Lando and I?”

You made an outraged sound, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Come on, mate.” Lando grumbled across the room.

“Come on, Lando!” He turned towards the Brit, “How do you even know she’s really pregnant?”

“I am very pregnant!” 

“She went to a doctor, you muppet.” Lando yelled, “There is a baby in her, and that baby might be yours or it might be mine. We need to figure this shit out, cause its someones responsibility, not just hers.”

Lance turned back towards you, his eyes glanced between your face and your stomach. You shifted your weight from one foot to another, anxious and ready to bolt out the door that was behind you. 

“How do we do this?” Lance sighed.

“Blood test,” you replied, “you get your blood taken, I get my blood taken and in a week or two, they find the match through there.”

The memory of absolute shame of having to ask about paternity tests at your doctor’s appointment burned inside of you. It was horrible, and the way the doctor had gone out of her way to plaster that dramatically huge, forced smile was engrained behind your eyelids. 

It will all be worth it in the end, you told yourself, your fingers pressing momentarily into your lower stomach. 

“Fuck me.” Lance grumbled under his breath, “I can’t believe this is happening, how in the fuck could you let this happen?” 

Me? Now he wants to act like he wasn’t the one fucking me?

“You know what, Lance? No one’s particularly thrilled about this, but hating it or me won’t make it go away. This is happening, whether you want it to or not. So you can take the paternity test and take responsibility for once in your life and be a fucking adult.” 

"What if it comes up not me or Lando?" Lance speaks callously.

“Motherfucker.” you mumbled before you turned on your heel, so sick of his cutting remarks. “Then it's Daniel's." You yelled over your shoulder. 

“What the fuck did you just say?"

“You heard her,” Lando backed you up, “don’t be a prick when this could be your problem.”

“You knew?” You scoffed at the look of betrayal Lance was giving Lando. “How could you know she’s fucking your teammate and be okay with it? Do you get off on this shit? Being the biggest slut-“

“Shut up!” You yell, “You know what, Lance. You can choose to take the test or not, I don’t give a shit. I don’t even know what I’m doing.” Your voice goes ragged and you swallow the lump in your throat.

You hear a slight thud sound, and when you look up, Lando is giving Lance a hard look. 

“I’ll take it.” Lance mutters.

“Thank you.” You responded sincerely before motioning to Lando, “Let’s go.”

Lando spared Lance one more look, taking in the sad brown eyes that followed him as he gets the doorway.

“Hey, we can get that drink now that I don’t have to worry about blurting this out.” Lando offered, half jokingly, half guiltily.

Lance’s lips quirked, but his sad eyes won the expression on his face, “Just go, Lando.”

Lando sauntered to the door after you, and you were forced to watch and listen as Lando hung his head and leaned into the doorway, one hand on Lance’s door.