☆ pink lines: lando norris (ln1)
☆ warnings: references to prev parts so its better if u read, pregnancy, girl dad!lando, exes to lovers, lando being down bad, coparenting, unprotected p in v, oral, breeding kink, praise kink, dirty talk, implied abortion mention, conflict, angst/emotional cliffhanger lol ⋆ inspo: (x)(x)(x)(x)
your fingers are shaking when you pick it up. your brain is spiraling. the texts. the clumsy, boyish ego about carrying his next kid. it was supposed to be a joke. a little flirting. a bit of late night dumb filth from your ex husband. your ex husband who is still desperately down bad.
but biology doesn't do jokes. it doesn't care about your worries, either.
you hear the heavy thud of the front door.
"mummy! i did a slide tackle and coach ben said it was proper textbook!" her voice bounces off the walls. so sweet, so innocent. pure adrenaline.
you quickly shove the test deep into your pocket, stepping out onto the kitchen. you hear them walk in. lando must have used his key. the key he was only meant to use for emergencies.
he's quietly testing. pushing.
lando is right behind your daughter. carrying her muddy kit bag. he doesn't walk further into the kitchen, his feet are planted firmly on the doormat. respecting the boundaries he knows you set. picking and choosing which boundaries to push, which to keep.
you look at him. he looks exactly like the man you fell in love with many years ago. curls damp from the drizzle, cheeks slightly flushed. and that stupid grin. he keeps his distance.
"she’s exaggerating." lando teases, with that cheeky grin on his lips. "it was seventy percent a foul. total menace."
"am not!" she protests, kicking her trainers off. "daddy, you have to read me the space book! you have to tuck me in, pleaseeeee."
lando doesn't just say yes. he knows the rules.
he looks up the stairs. then at you. strategic.
"you gotta ask mummy. if mummy says it’s okay, then yeah. but you gotta ask her first."
she turns her big eyes to you. god, they're just like lando's.
"can he, mummy? pretty please?"
fucker. he’s doing it on purpose again. using her so you can't say no. you swallow down the massive lump of nerves in your throat. your hand curls around the plastic stick in your pocket.
"yeah it's fine, lan. just… make sure she actually brushes her teeth."
"on it." he says softly. a small, grateful nod.
an hour later, the house goes completely still.
you’re sitting at the kitchen table, staring blankly at a cup of tea you haven't touched. you hear footsteps down the stairs. soft. lando stops at the entrance of the kitchen. he rubs the back of his neck, and looks at you.
"out cold." lando murmurs with a gentle smile. "didn't even get to finish the page about jupiter. training must have tired her out."
"thanks." your voice sounds fragile.
lando walks over, leaning opposite you. there's a quiet, grounded energy.
"no need to thank me, i'm her dad. and…i like being here. even if i'm technically on good behaviour."
he notices that his usual banter doesn't land as usual. his eyes drop to your hands. he notices a slight tremor.
"hey. you alright? you’ve been proper quiet."
you don't speak. your heart is slamming against your ribs. it hurts. you reach into your pocket and pull out the plastic stick. you set it on the marble table between you. a soft click. you slide it a few inches toward him.
total stillness. nothing. he doesn't blink. for a long, agonising ten seconds. his eyes are simply locked onto the two pink lines of the test stick.
he clears his throat, his voice cracking slightly. he looks up. brow furrowed, eyes almost blank.
"is this… are you serious?"
he lets out a short, breathless laugh. he sounds overwhelmed. his hands fidget his pockets. lando takes a step closer, his eyes darting from the stick to your face.
"is it… from our last time? at my flat?"
your posture stiffens. your jaw tightens. that ugly, defensive thought flashes through your mind.
is this dickhead asking if it’s his?
"what do you mean by that, lando? who the fuck else would it be?"
lando notices the shift instantly.
the gears click in his head. his face goes completely pale with panic. he reaches out, his broad hands instantly wrapping around your wrists. he pulls you closer so you have to look at him.
"fuck. no, look at me. that’s not what i meant," he stammers, his words tumbling over each other. "i swear to god, that’s not what i meant. it’s mine. i know it’s mine. i just meant the timing. just trying to figure out the weeks. when it happened. i’m sorry. please, you know i know it’s mine."
you look up at him, chest feeling heavy. but the defensive wall is crumbling at the sincerity in his eyes. he looks so vulnerable. almost in awe.
"okay." you whisper, your voice shaking.
lando lets out a breathless sound, halfway between a laugh and a sob. his forehead drops against your shoulder. he stays there for a second. breathing you in. he hasn't let go of your hands.
"what does this mean?" he whispers against your skin. "for us? what do we do?"
"i really don't know." you say, your voice cracking. "we're divorced, lan. supposed to be taking it slow. fixing the mess, not making it fucking worse."
he pulls back, looking at you. his thumb trace your skin. "is it a mess? to you?"
"it's terrifying. i can't- i don't know how to navigate this. with you. with everything. the schedule, the traveling. everything that broke us before. it's all still there."
"i know." he steps closer, his thighs brushing against yours. "but i want it. fuck, i want it so bad. i want all of it. with you. us three… well, us four."
his hand drops. flat against your stomach. pressing through the layers of your pjs.
damn. your heart flutters a bit.
"lan, it's only a few weeks. it’s tiny. barely anything."
"i don't care," he mutters, his fingers spreading wide. "it’s there. i know it’s there. god… imagine if it's another girl. two of them. you all would absolutely destroy me. i wouldn't stand a chance. i’d just be the taxi driver who carries the bags."
it all sends a sudden liquid heat straight down to your core. there is something so boyish about his excitement. so sweet. that raw, genuine enthusiasm. for a moment, the divorce papers feel like just papers. the boundaries feel like just words.
"i'm serious." he says, his eyes locked onto yours. "the second i saw those pink lines, my brain just… i didn't panic. i just thought about having another one. with you. continuing again. i want this baby. i want it all back. i want you."
hearing him say it so clearly, so blunt without any of the childish banter. it does something to your heart. something to your core, too.
but it's a massive deal. fucking huge. the weight of it settles in the air between you. heavy and thick.
"i want it too." you whisper.
lando lets out a low groan. before you can breathe it all in, he pulls you into his chest. a tight, heavy hug. pure comfort, relief. a small unspoken celebration. you feel his heart beat so fucking fast under his hoodie. you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder. he smells so good. the both of you just hold onto each other.
he wants it. you can see the absolute certainty in his face.
he's been hard since he walked into the kitchen. he's always hard when he's anywhere near you. and now, you can feel the prominent thickness of his cock straining against his sweatpants.
this should be a sweet moment. pure. but you're both a fucking mess.
he kisses you. not really gentle, but still so affectionate. deep, filled with a sudden overwhelming craving. his tongue slides against yours. you let out a ragged gasp into his mouth. his hands move down to your waist, gripping you hard. he pulls your hips forward until you're grinding against him. he groans into your mouth. the friction is unbearable. he rocks his hips against yours, matching your pace. a heavy, desperate pressure.
you're whimpering. your core pulsing into the cotton of your underwear.
"lannn, we're gonna wake her up." you giggle against his lips, your hands clutching at his shoulders.
"bedroom." he mutters, his hands sliding down your back. "come on, i fucking missed you."
the bedroom door clicks shut in the dim light.
every movement is quiet, intentional. his hoodie is off. his bare chest presses against your skin as he takes your pjs off. he handles you like you’re something precious. delicate. but something still so filthy. so his.
lando lays you flat on your back. his eyes are completely blown out. his knees slide between yours, opening you up completely. he supports his weight on his forearms, a conscious effort in keeping his chest just above yours so your tummy isn't squashed. as if any pressure would damage the love you built, the life you're both looking forward to again.
he's trying to play it off, act cool about it. but you notice it. it makes your heart warm. it makes your core throb.
"look at me," he whispers, long fingers cupping your chin. "i've got you. always will."
he wants you to feel everything.
lando reaches down, his fingers warm as they find your clit with terrifying accuracy. he knows your body so fucking well. he teases you with heavy, rhythmic circles. slow delicious movements until you’re sobbing quietly into the pillow. until your hips buck helplessly against his hand. so fucking desperate for more.
he slides his fingers down, teasing your entrance. finding out how soaked you are. how much you need him. how much you need his cock.
"fuck, you're so wet." he mutters, his voice low and raspy. "prettiest girl. always so good for me."
and with that, he presses two fingers inside. gentle, but certain. that blunt and accommodating stretch as he teases your sweet spot over and over again. fucking his fingers in and out of you. his thumb brushes on your clit. tingles run through your spine. his mouth presses against your throat. open, soft kisses. you’re completely at his mercy, and he barely fucking started.
"keep quiet for me, baby. keep it nice and quiet, okay?"
he leans down to bury his face between your thighs. his fingers are still drowning in your soaked cunt. his tongue is broad, wet. lando is suddenly eating you out with a fierce, heavy pressure. the sweet fullness of his fingers and his wet attention on your clit has you breaking within moments. you shake under him, his fingers still fucking into you. his tongue lapping at your entrance. the sounds are obscene. filthy.
suddenly, your quiet and muffled orgasm ripples through your core. your walls spasm violently around his fingers. your thighs clamp around his head.
lando looks up at you. so proud, so drenched in your slick. he pulls his fingers out and kisses your forehead. all sticky, and sweet.
he doesn't wait for long.
he lines his cock against your cunt. no condom. clearly, no fucking use for it anyways. the thick, blunt head of his cock presses against your wet cunt. but lando doesn't push in yet. you whimper, a desperate little plea for more. he grins, cheeky fucker, before finally pushing his thick cock inside you.
one slow, devastating thrust. completely filling you up. making your eyes roll back, and your brain instantly melt.
your hands fly to his thick shoulder blades. your nails press into his skin. your cunt stretches around his thickness. completely welcomes him. he bottoms out, burying himself entirely. he doesn't move again yet. he's panting. throaty sounds escape him. his hips are pinned hard against yours. your walls clamp down on him. tightly squeezing his cock. completely desperate for more.
he moves. slow and deep thrusts that grind right against your sweet spot. slowly kissing your cervix each time he fucks into you. each time he whimpers into you.
lando is fully focused on you. his gaze is locked onto your face, watching your mouth part with every thrust. god, he loves seeing you like this. all pretty, all fucked out. no thoughts in your head, just the sweet delicious feeling of his cock stretching you out.
he leans down, his mouth catching onto your chest. his tongue swirls around your nipple before he sucks it deep into his mouth. his teeth graze the sensitive skin until you're clawing at his back. possessive. fucking marking him, the same way he marked you with his cum. lando keeps playing with your tits. his cock keeps drilling inside you. tingles run down your spine again.
your ankles lock behind his knees. pulling him deeper. you need more. more of his cock. more of lando.
he pulls off from your chest. takes one good look at the gorgeous sight, and slides his hand between your bodies. his thumb finds your clit again, rubbing it rougher this time. his hips pick up the pace. a relentless, heavy rhythm. his cock is bruising your cervix now, properly fucking you and using you. taking all of you.
his eyes shift to your tits again, softly moving with the impact of his thrusts. so hot. lando remembers. how full they get when you're pregnant. how sensitive and fucking pretty they get. the raw knowledge that he bred you. that he got to do it all over again. all because you wanted to be full of him.
fuck. lando feels like he's going insane.
"i'm gonna fill you up again," his voice low, vulgar. almost vibrating against your ear. "so many times, baby. for months. every single fucking day. just filling you up until you're completely full of me. dripping. i want all of you. every part of you. all fucking mine."
the utter unapologetic filth of it. the raw claim. the obscene control. it all snaps. lando starts to ram even harder in you. short, bruising thrusts. desperate for relief. the headboard bangs quietly against the wall. he buries his face into your neck, nibbling at your skin.
he cums inside you. a deep, heavy release.
morning light hasn't even broken through the curtains. lando shifts carefully, pulling his hoodie back over his head.
he’s trying not to disturb the heavy stillness of the house. your home.
you had both agreed on this. she always wakes up early, and you don't want to be messy in front of her. no sleeping over. no confusion. no waking up and asking why dad is still at home.
he leans over the mattress and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. his thumb grazes your jaw. you shift a bit.
"i have to go for training and a sim session. but i'm coming back later. family movie night? just the three of us on the sofa. i'll bring pizza. we can start easing back into things. slowly. properly."
his voice is still groggy. thick with sleep.
"six o'clock on the dot. i promise, baby. gonna do things right."
he slips out of the house before sunrise.
you drop your daughter off to school in the morning. the afternoon is just structure. picking her up from school. helping with homework. life hassles.
the landline rings. the summer school coordinator calls to confirm some details. "hi, is this mrs. norris?"
you hang up the phone after things are sorted.
you glance at the clock. 6:00pm. your phone buzzes.
lando: hey bby, sry debrief running late. ten more mins i swear xx
you: okay, see you soon and drive safe please
nothing else. no more texts. no ‘walking to the car now.’
just silence. complete fucking silence.
the warmth in your chest from the morning completely freezes. just replaced by that old, familiar weight in your stomach. the exact pattern of your marriage.
like fucking whiplash. thank god, you didn't tell your daughter about the plans. over time, you learnt how to protect her from the disappointment.
you: don't bother coming over tonight. she's going to bed, school tomorrow.
a minute later, the screen lights up.
you stare at the two words. i understand.
he doesn't explain. he doesn't tell you what happened. he just accepts it. maybe he knows he messed up the time. or maybe he just doesn't fucking care.
you don't see maturity. you don't see accountability. you just see a man who doesn't care enough to show up for his wife and daughter.
a second later, two texts slide in.
lando: can we meet tomorrow?
lando: pls
your fingers are ice cold as you type back. clinical. coparent mode.
you: you can pick her up from school if you want.
the next afternoon, the front door opens.
you're waiting in the kitchen, expecting to hear her little footsteps. instead, the house is completely quiet. just lando's footsteps on the hardwood floor.
he walks into the kitchen alone.
you don't move from near your kitchen table. you cross your arms over your chest.
"where is she? why are you back without her?"
lando stops a few feet away. he looks raw, frustrated. defensive.
"she's at my brother's. having dinner with her cousins."
"i'm her dad, i don't need to ask you. and because we need to talk." his voice drops into that low, stubborn tone. "we can't do it with her in the next room. you sent me that text last night. you shut me out completely. and now you’re looking at me like i’m a fucking criminal."
"you broke your promise, lando. on day one. you stood her up, you stood me up, and then you sent a two word text like you couldn't be bothered." your voice is flat, lacking any warmth.
"i was trying to respect your boundaries." lando’s hands come out of his pockets. his fingers gesturing sharply between you. he continues to fire back.
"you told me not to come. what was i supposed to do? force my way into the house? kick the door down? i knew i was late. i knew you were pissed. i tried to be understanding and give you space. and now you’re using it to punish me!"
"i’m not punishing you, i’m reacting." you step closer, the anger bursting through your chest. you tell him what he doesn’t want to hear. what he needs to hear.
"you think this is about one movie night? it’s the exact same pattern as always. i spent years sitting on that sofa. watching the clock, waiting for you to choose us over a simulator or a meeting. you just found out about the baby, and the literal first thing you did was fuck me and then leave me alone in the dark for hours."
"it’s my job! it’s not like i was out partying. i was fucking working. trying to build a life for us, for the kids. you’re acting like i did this on purpose. and you wanted to fuck me too. take some fucking responsibility."
"some responsibility? i'm raising our daughter by myself at this point! i know you don't do things on purpose. that’s what makes it fucking worse. you just… you just don't think, lando. you never think about what happens after you leave the house. you’re great at the big moments. great at the sex, great at the grand gestures. so great at getting excited about a pregnancy test. but you don't know how to just show up on a normal fucking tuesday. i can't do this again. i can't raise another baby by myself while you're off playing world champion."
your voice breaks. tears finally prickle the corners of your eyes. you take a sharp breath in. the words continue slipping out before you can stop them.
"i don't even know if i'm keeping it."
lando freezes. the kitchen goes silent.
the petty, defensive heat in his face completely drains away. he stares at you. raw suffocation hits his eyes. like it's a physical blow. like he’s about to throw up.
"what? you don't mean that. you- you don't, right?" his voice is barely a whisper. a stutter, completely broken.
"i don't fucking know!" you cry out, the tears streaming down your face. "i don't know anything, lan. i'm terrified. sitting here, handling everything and you can't even make it home at six. how am i supposed to do this with two of them?"
"don't say that." he stammers, taking a frantic step toward you. his hands reach for your wrists. his fingers lock around them. tight, desperate. "please- fuck. don't say that. i’m here. i’m trying. i’ll fix it. i swear to god, i’ll fix it."
"you can't fix everything, lando."
"you still want me. you still love me. i saw the paperwork on the counter. still signing your name as norris. if you were really done with me, if you didn't want me anymore, you would've dropped it immediately."
his voice cracks. he's struggling to hold the narrative together. just rambling on, his ego demanding that you acknowledge the link between you.
you let out a harsh, mocking laugh. sharp and bitter.
"holy shit. you are so arrogant. you think i kept your name because i was secretly waiting for my husband to come back home?"
"why else then?" he snaps, his grip tightening.
"because changing it meant having to explain to a seven year old girl why mum's name didn't match hers anymore. because it was easier for her. it had absolutely nothing to do with you."
lando recoils. his hands slowly slip from your wrists. his jaw shifts. he looks hollow. you reach up to fidget slightly at the gold initial necklace around your throat. a bittersweet reminder.
"none of those things matter, lando. they’re just habits. showing up matters. consistency matters. fuck, lan. i still love you. i don't think i’ll ever stop loving you. but i don't trust you."
the house goes dead silent.
the words hang in the space between you. heavy and lethal. lando doesn't yell. he doesn't offer another petty excuse. he just stands there in the middle of the kitchen. the anger is gone. the ego is gone. there is just the quiet, devastating realisation. an acknowledgment of the original wound that broke you in the first place.
"what do you want me to do?" he whispers, his voice entirely raw.
"i don't know. i really don't know. but you should go back to your flat tonight. we need to figure out what we’re doing." you murmur, turning your back to him to try and regulate your breathing.
lando doesn't argue. doesn't beg. he just stands there for a long silent moment, looking at your back. when he speaks, his voice is completely flat. quiet and drained.
"she's sleeping over at my brother's tonight. i set it up before i came over. so you have all the time you need. and the house to yourself."
the words hit you with a sudden bittersweet ache.
he planned it in advance. no matter how the conversation went. whether it was a shouting match or a quiet breakdown. he made sure you wouldn't have to put on a brave face for her tonight. he protected you from the mess before he even walked through your door.
"okay." you whisper to the wall. cannot even bring yourself to thank him.
his footsteps move further away. you hear the heavy thud of the front door closing a moment later.
the quietness comes back. it doesn't feel good. nothing is resolved.
thank you for all the loveeeee, i appreciate it sm!!!
hope u like this, it's my first time every writing anything angsty and it made me emotional lol like a crybaby - tell me ur thoughts !!
