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“Ohhh,” Lance groaned as Lando pulled himself from inside of him, “fuck.”

Lando let his hand skim over Lance’s hip as he collapsed next to him, the ceiling still a little too close for comfort in the motorhome. He’d had to really curl himself over Lance to fuck him right without hitting his head-

Oh my god, I fucked Lance. 

He could feel Lance shifting beside him, “Lando, I-”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“What?” 

“I said don’t worry about it.” Lando threw his forearm over his eyes, still panting from the exertion. 

There was a very uncomfortable silence, and neither man moved, both catching their breath as they thought of what to do next. Lando knew he should leave, but he wasn’t sure when. Leaving had always been easy, but after the way Lance had laughed at him when he’d try to confront him about this little run around they had going on, his blood had just boiled. 

“I can’t believe that just happened.” Lance broke the silence in the room and Lando couldn’t help but flinch from how loud he sounded beside him on the bed. 

“Seriously?” He mumbled, “Are you really surprised?” 

He could hear Lance grumbling beside him, and when he finally decided to peek at the Canadian, he felt a sort of thrill curl inside of him. 

“Oh, you really are surprised, aren’t you?” Lando purred, turning on to his side and taking in Lance’s red face, “Did you think I hadn’t noticed?”

Lando pressed his fingertips to the side of Lance’s cheek, and felt himself get excited again as he dragged his finger down Lance’s body. His blush followed Lando’s finger tips down his cheek, over his jaw and creeped down his chest.  

“Mmmmmm,” Lando moaned lowly, approvingly.

He could see the way Lance swallowed, the way he couldn’t meet his eyes. The way he seemed so responsive, so pliant, so good.

“Looks like I was right about you.” Lando teased.

He dropped his hand from Lance’s body and pushed himself to slide off the bed. That was when Lance finally looked at him and sat up, watching in confusion as Lando began picking up his clothes. 

“Right about what?” Lance pushed, “How?” 

Lando pulled his fireproofs over his hips and kicked his overalls so he could step into them. When the arms were dangling by his sides and he looked as he usually did in the paddock, he walked to the edge of the bed and leaned over towards Lance. He smirked when the taller man shrunk back, and his lips parted.

Needy, needy, needy.

“Keep your mouth shut and you can find out, again.”

Lando laughed as he took in Lance’s practically drooling expression, taking one last look at the way he was hardening between his thighs before he ducked out of the bedroom and walked towards the door of the motorhome. 

This’ll be worth the trouble, Lando thought. 

-

13 WEEKS LATER

“Daniel, I can’t.” You tsk’d looking out at the sunny road ahead, anything to you could focus on instead of killing the father of your unborn child. 

“Just sell the apartment.” Daniel said nonchalantly, to your rage.

“I can’t just sell my apartment, what if-”

“What if, what? What if you need it? For what?” He was so tired of this conversation.

“For me, for us.”

Daniel scoffed, “For us.” He repeated under his breath.

Months had passed, and you still hadn’t settled on a place to have your baby. You were seven months pregnant, and your ability to go on such a strenuous flight like the one to Australia had begun to dwindle. If he had his way, you’d already have packed up your shit and been on the farm. 

But instead you were exactly where you’d always been. You dragged your feet, and really trampled on Daniel’s plans. He really wanted you on the farm, where you were secluded, had privacy, and could have fresh air and loads of space for the three of you. He had already told you he had a room cleared for the baby, which you countered with clearing a room in your apartment, much to his annoyance. 

Neither room in either home was decorated, and you two had stayed at this stand off for weeks now. 

“It’s my place.” You growled. 

“And we need a place that’s ours.” 

“So you move me into your place?” You countered sarcastically, “Why can’t we just talk about this later?”

“Darling,” Daniel said carefully, “you’ve put this off for months. If you’re putting it off cause you want to end up trapped in London, then just say that. We need to get the baby’s room ready, wherever we’re gonna be and we need to be settled somewhere. We can’t be figuring out where to go when you’re in labor.” 

You sighed and looked down at your lap as Daniel pulled into the paddock parking lot. He leaned over the center console and reached for your face, cupping your cheek to turn your face towards him. He pressed his lips to yours and kissed you gently before lowering his hand to your swollen midsection. Rubbing circles on the side, in the exact spot where he knew was most soothing to you made you smile against his cheek. 

You leaned your head against his, “I know, I’m sorry... We’ll figure it out, okay?” 

“I have to go home next week,” Daniel gently reminded you, “you could come with me, try it out.” 

You grimaced and pulled away. Of course it wasn’t a trap, Daniel always wanted him with you regardless of what country he trekked to, but you felt guarded. You were getting closer to closer to everything changing, to your baby coming and you couldn’t bring yourself to give in. Daniel was always so disappointed at the end of these arguments, but you just couldn’t give in. 

You’d made loads of progress, and were a real couple now. It was a real adult relationship that made you realize just how many shitty ones you had been in before.

You spent time together, had a lot of sex, and lived together in both of your homes. It wasn’t perfect, and it was a still a bit loose, too loose for Daniel, and just comfortable enough for you. It felt something like drying concrete, and the impending cementation both terrified and exhilarated you. You felt like you couldn’t stop wiggling in it, while Daniel was ready for it to dry. 

You’d get there, as long as you didn’t find a way to fuck it up. 

Publicly, things were low key, as low key as they could be. People were wild with the news of you carrying Daniel’s baby. The first few weeks had been tough, and you had been hounded anytime you went out, but now with the two of you being a bit more public with your relationship, it seemed to calm. You hadn’t quite been brave enough to check anything online, and for the rest of your pregnancy you figured that was smart. 

A lot had changed, but Daniel hadn’t given you a single moment of doubt. Even with the surety he gave you, you couldn’t shake the little voice in the back of your head that warned you to keep your guard up. 

Daniel’s a good man, you chastised yourself as you watched him jog around the car to wordlessly help you out. 

“Come on, you.” Daniel forced a smile and interlocked your fingers with his to walk you across the windy parking lot.

Daniel hummed next to you. His tune sounded chipper, but his lips were straightened, no upward curve in sight. He was trying to keep the peace for you, you could tell. You just wished he’d understand, you wished you could find the right words to make him understand. 

All too soon, your opportunity slipped away and you could feel the clicks and hisses of the photographers. They ascended upon you and ruined any chance of the two of you having a conversation alone. 

“M’over this.” Daniel grumbled to you, his hand squeezed yours tighter as the photographers swarmed. 

“It’s not that bad today.” 

That much was true, while it was quite a few photographers, they circled around you both, not getting into your faces while they stayed more than six feet away. Daniel didn’t see it that way, and was a second away from taking off his sunglasses so they could get the full effect of his pissed off expression.

“You know,” you leaned closer to him, recapturing his attention, “if you keep making that face in the pictures they’ll think you hate me or something.” 

You’d meant it as a teasing joke, but a part of you got scared when Daniel just abruptly stopped next to you. He turned you towards him with a gentle hand on your neck and pressed his lips to yours in a sweet, very public-friendly kiss. When he leaned away, he bumped his nose against yours and gave you a smile.

“Never.” He told you.

You rolled your eyes, a smile on your face as you turned away and continued on without him, leaving him to jog to catch up to your almost waddling pace. You’d resumed your walk in semi peace for a couple more paces before your usual interruption occurred. 

“You finally see sense?” Lando’s asked as he crossed paths with you both. 

“No.” you snorted.

“Huh?” Daniel looked confusedly at you and Lando’s giggling faces. 

“I see her trying to run away, so I asked if she’d seen sense.” Lando obnoxiously spoke loud, loving to rag on Daniel’s older age. 

You slapped Lando’s arm and took Daniel’s hand back in yours.

“Nope,” you looked at Daniel, “never.”

Daniel’s smile threatened to split his face in half as you looked at him as you said it. 

“Ugh,” Lando groaned, “gross, it’s like watching my parents.” 

“Lando, shut up.”

The three of you continued your banter down the walk way, and the two boys play argued about this week’s race while you tried your best not to grimace. You really wanted to curse this track for having a parking lot so far from where they set up all the teams. Your feet were killing you. 

You had hoped it was a baby side effect that would leave as quickly as it arrived, but it seemed to have decided to stick around. You understood why pregnant women waddled now. It wasn’t because your gravity was off, but because you felt like you walked on two peg legs. 

A sharp ping caught your attention and you looked at Lando just to catch him licking his lips while reading a message off his screen.

Still such a hoe, you jokingly thought to yourself. 

“Alright!” Lando abruptly yelled, “M’gonna leave you two.”

“Where are you off to?” Daniel asked, “Don’t forget we have-”

“I know, I know, Dad, don’t worry, I’ll be there.” 

Daniel scoffed and flipped Lando off, Lando doing the same in return before he waved to you like a good boy. 

“That kid, he’s gonna be the death of me.” Daniel joked.

“He grows on you.” You shrugged.

“Eh, let’s not.” 

You gasped and slapped Daniel’s arm. Nothing made you cringe more than the reminder of your personal life disaster before getting pregnant. There were a lot of reasons why you loved your baby, but one of the reasons was definitely the little blessing she was. She really made you clean yourself up, get it together. A year ago, you would’ve laughed at the notion of being a mother, but now, you actually felt confident in your upcoming role. 

Okay, let’s not cry before 9AM.

“It’s so cold today.” You commented in an attempt to skew your mind from the emotional place it had been headed towards.

“You know where it’s not cold?” 

“Daniel-”

He grinned, “Australia.” 

“Daniel,” you sighed, “I don’t know where I want to have the baby. I don’t know where we should have this baby. I don’t even know where I want to raise her.”

“I do.” He told you for the millionth time, “And really, where to raise her is a totally different conversation, I just want to know where to set up the baby’s room.” 

“We have some stuff in London already.” You offered.

“And then we have all the stuff that people sent to my place. In Australia.” 

“Well, who’s fault is that?” 

“Uh, I don’t know, everyone who assumed we’d be living where I live?” 

You took a deep breath, “When do you leave again?”

Daniel laughed out loud. His shoulders shook with the force of his laughter. You were relieved he seemed to take the conversation better this time around. 

“Wednesday morning,” He finally answered, “it’s early as fuck too, Blake got me tickets before sunrise cause he obviously is still mad I kicked his ass at monopoly.” 

You choked on a laugh as you remembered the heated battle that had almost ended their friendship a few weeks back, “You did practically rob the man.”

“I played the game!” 

“You played it a little too well.” 

Daniel pouted and lifted his sunglasses so you could see his sad face, “He won’t play with me anymore.”

You giggled, “You can play with me.” 

“Butttttttttt,” he dragged out, “I’m leaving.” he looked at you, hopeful, “All the more reason for you to come with.” 

You both came to a stop in front of the McLaren garage and faced each other. The air shifted and you could feel that this was a serious try on Daniel’s part. He’d tried the serious approach, and now while he’d switched to the silly approach this morning, he stood by his cause. You could barely stomach the guilt. 

“Why don’t you just stay here?” You tried to say sweetly, taking a suggestive step into his space.

You could see the moment Daniel’s features hardened. 

“I’m going, with or without you.” You looked at Daniel, frozen in place as the wind blew through your hair. “I have business stuff to take care of,” he elaborated softly, “so I’m going, I have to, and you should come with me. I want to share my life with you and that’s not going to work for us if you keep pushing me away.”

“I’m not-”

“Love, I know an escape plan when I see one.” He interrupted, sounding sad, “When are you going to believe you don’t need one?”

“I...” you choked on your words, suddenly so aware of how much you had been hurting him, “Danny, I-”

“Daniel!” 

You cursed under your breath as Charlotte’s voice split between the two of you like lightening. The shorter blond was quickly approaching, and waving for Daniel to meet her halfway. 

-

Lance was good at sucking cock.

Lando couldn’t be more impressed with the way he’s was being sucked down. Every time Lance put him in his mouth, Lando felt like he reached nirvana. The boy just excelled at taking all his girth, and the tongue on him had Lando shooting down his throat all the time. But Lando was hungrier today than their usual, quick trackside blowjobs.

“Hey,” Lando flicked the side of Lance’s cheek and swallowed, he swore he’d felt the flick through Lance’s con-caved cheeks, “yeah, I’m talking to you, cumslut.”

Lance looked up at Lando blankly, a face that Lando learned is the way he looked when he didn’t want to admit he’s close to creaming his pants untouched. Not that Lance would really care, cause what Lando called him wasn’t just a nickname, it was the perfect word to describe Lance, and he knew it as well as his lover did.

Cumslut.

“If you don’t swallow so fast this time,” Lance shot him a glare that Lando couldn’t take seriously while his dick was in Lance’s mouth, “you can spit it back on my dick and sit in Daddy’s lap.”

Lance grumbled, making Lando moan from the vibrations around his cock as Lando leaned his head back. He knew his boy was just covering up his moans. Lance has made it more than clear that he’s all for riding Lando’s dick whenever and wherever Daddy calls.

Lance dropped his hands to the floor, leaning himself forward on his knees with Lando’s cock in his mouth before he started bobbing his head, fucking Lando with his throat. 

“Oh fuck, I love when you do that.” Lando moaned, “That’s it, baby, nice and deep for Daddy.”

Lance’s hand flew to his crotch, where he rubbed his palm against his own swollen length. He was so hard, his dick felt like it was tingling, and his balls felt heavy and tight. He didn’t want to cum in his pants again, but Lando made it so hard not to.

Still bobbing his head, he lifted his ass and pushed himself up on his knees so his head was right above Lando’s straightened cock. The angle made Lando’s feet tap on the ground, a quick indicator that he was well on his way to cumming. Lance meanwhile pushed his overalls down his hips, the thin material of his fireproofs that resembled glorified leggings did nothing to hide his own hardness. 

He pulled off of Lando’s cock with a pop and leaned back on his knees to look down at his own lap. He whimpered when he saw the wet spot, he was leaking pre-cum.

“Ah,” Lando hummed, his fingers just skimming the outline of Lance’s hard cock before the Canadian pushed his hand away, “wet for me, love?” 

Lance hated the way he preened under Lando’s words. 

“If you want me to take care of that, you have to take care of this.” Lando leaned back on the couch, holding his cock from the base and lightly shaking it back and forth like a lollipop, “Or, we can take care of both at the same time.”

Lance nodded, too cock drunk to really care, and knowing it was always good when he just gave in. 

He leaned back forward and choked himself on Lando’s dick, slicking him up and spitting on his length until it glistened. When it was practically dripping and Lando was a twitching, moaning mess, Lance rolled back on to his heels and pulled his pants off, stepping out of them and his overalls.

“Better make this good.” Lance mumbled as he threw his leg over Lando’s lap.

Lando chuckled as he reached under Lance’s lowering ass to hold his cock up straight. He teasingly rubbed his tip between Lance’s cheeks before pressing up against where he wanted him most.

“You know Daddy always makes it good.”

-

It had taken you a few minutes to get to Mercedes hospitality and climb the stairs to the area where you knew you could leave your stuff. Daniel’s words and your swollen feet really slowed you down, mentally and physically. It was made slightly worse by the fact that everyone seemed to be in meetings, so there was no one for you to distract yourself with. 

Maybe it’s good to be on my own, clear my head, maybe figure out what I want to do.

But really, you hadn’t a clue what to do. You dragged your feet for a bit, mulled around the paddock feeling really bad about how you left things with Daniel. Eventually you’d made it to the grassy side of the land. While it was peaceful, you also had to cringe at the way the fresh air that blew around you made think of Daniel. 

Normally, you looked forward to the end of these days, to meeting back by the car and driving back to wherever you were staying together. But today you really dreaded it. You knew he’d act like everything was good when he saw you and that sat in you heavier than the baby you were carrying. 

I don’t want to fight with my baby daddy, I just wish he wouldn’t be so.... well, perfect all the time. 

He didn’t want to stress the baby, so he treated you like a princess. Above and beyond anything you’d ever expected from him or any other man. He was attentive, always. He tried to always be there, schedule permitting, and he was hands on. Daniel really was nurturing, and showed that in the affectionate way he doted on you.

On days that he couldn’t be there cause he was at McLaren HQ, he’d send Blake or Michael to keep you company. It was endearing and sweet, but it also terrified you.

What happens when it all stops? 

There was a real part of you that pondered this, that feared that Daniel was all over you cause you held his child. Once you gave birth, there was an ugly little voice in the back of your head that repeated the notion that once you gave birth it would all change. All that love and affection would go to your daughter, not you.

It was no secret that Daniel would adore his daughter, but you couldn’t help but shamefully wonder if would he still adore you too.

You grunted and rubbed your eyes as you headed towards Lando’s motorhome. Time alone obviously wasn’t what you needed, and you’d probably be less likely to burst into tears if you were whining to Lando and taking his tough love than if you were wallowing in yourself. 

Lando’s motorhome was always so easy to pick out from others, because it always had a big Quadrant symbol on the sun cover blocking the front window. It also helped that the colors were neon and black, Lando’s signature duo. The boy made himself incredibly easy to find. And he almost never locked the door. 

You laughed to yourself as you thought of how easy it would be to kidnap the guy. 

Hope I don’t walk in on him jerking off, you thought errantly, the image of his mischievous smile as he looked down at his phone went through your mind. Maybe you didn’t have to come right out with your own drama, maybe you’d be able to get Lando talk about some of his. 

If anyone can be as messy or messier than me, it’s Lando. 

The big motorhome blocked the sun as you walked around the side of it. The temperature dropped dramatically in the shade and made you shiver. Propping one foot up on the first step, you reached for the handle to give it a little jingle.

“Ha!” you laughed as you pulled the door open and hauled yourself up and into the walk up. 

You knew the door wouldn’t be locked, but it should have been. Cause as soon as you glanced in, you saw everything you shouldn’t have. 

There, on the couch in the immediate living room part of the motorhome was Lando and Lance. Lance’s head was hanging down as he was bent over the couch, his hands and one of his knees on the cushions while his other foot stayed planted on the ground. Behind him, Lando mimicked his footing, but his hands gripped Lance’s hips. 

Even at a glance, you could see how his fingers dug into the soft flesh of Lance’s waist. And you could definitely hear them panting, the very slick, wet sound of their coupling reverberated off the walls as Lando desperately rutted into Lance from behind.

A very, very loud yelp escaped your mouth before your hand could slap it from escaping. To make matters worse, time slowed down enough for you to make eye contact with the both of them before you pivoted and threw yourself towards the door. Faster than you’d moved in weeks, you hopped to the bottom step and threw the door open, slamming it shut as you speed walked away from the motorhome.

And far away from Lando and Lance. 

Who you’d seen. Together. Fucking. 

Nervous laughter bubbled up your throat. You had no idea when they’d become a thing, and why. Of course you’d known they’d gotten kind of close once you had broken up with Lance, but you didn’t know they’d taken it to that step. You were shocked, but mostly amused.

Can always count on Lando to be messier, you joked with yourself.  

At least Lando had done exactly what you’d gone there to get from him, a distraction. You were still shaking your head when your phone pinged. The message made you laugh.

Lando Norris: think we even now?

WHAT THE FUCK

Lando Norris: you saw nothing.

Lando Norris: N O T H I N G

-

You stayed occupied all day, desperately trying to mentally scrub your ex lovers having sex from your mind. It made you a bit jumpy, but all in all you ended up having kind of a hilarious day. After you caught the two of them, you giggled at everything, no doubt your hormones were shaken up by the shock you’d gone through that morning. 

By the end of the day, you were still chipper, the adrenaline in you spiked every time you remembered that morning. Daniel was shocked to see you approaching him so quickly.

“Did you forget you can’t have coffee again?” He asked as he welcomed you with a kiss. 

“Nope.” you popped the p and giggled as you ducked into his car and strapped yourself in. 

Daniel mirrored you and had just put his hand on the gear shift when you finally exploded.

“I walked in on Lando and Lance fucking!”

Your baby daddy froze in place, as you exploded into hysterics, laughing so hard your ribs vibrated under your clothes and ached with exertion. Daniel quickly caught up and caught himself laughing with you as he yelled in surprise.

“You what!”

You took some deep breaths and wiped the tears from your eyes, “I, after we,” you paused and swallowed, willing away your stress from the morning, “I went to see Lando, to talk, and he- and Lance, they-”

“They were having sex?” Daniel asked wide eyed.

“YES!” you yelled, “I panicked, Dan, I panicked, I ran out of there so quick, I’m pretty sure I shook the baby.”

Daniel leaned his head back and started laughing, the mental image of you trying to move fast with your center of gravity as fucked as he knew it was made it all the more funnier. 

“Did you talk to them?”

“No! I got the fuck out of there.” You replied, “Lando texted me, but it was basically swearing me to secrecy.”

“So you told me?” Daniel nodded and put the car in drive as he pulled out of your parking spot, still grinning from ear to ear. 

“Naturally.” you quipped. 

“Oh my god, I wonder when that came about.” 

The rest of the night continued like that, the two of you shared the shock of this morning’s revelation. You’d play fought for a while too, after Daniel threatened to text Lando a ‘well done, mate’. He’d let you win, of course, but probably only because it meant you ended up on top of him. 

Like you had predicted, Daniel had acted like everything was fine, and the rest of the race weekend went smoothly. It may have been an artificial smooth, but smoothly nonetheless. By the time you were home, Daniel seemed to have forgotten the whole thing. 

Not Lando and Lance fucking, but the two of you having no idea where to birth your baby.

In the days that lead to his flight home, you felt torn. He was really excited but also moped around. And while you wished he could just feel happy, there was a part of you that was annoyed he was leaving, a really needy, whiny part of you that thought ‘Good, he should be upset leaving me here’.

But this was Daniel, so he tried to make it up to you as many times as you could take in a day. So the days passed as they always did, even on the morning he had to leave.  

The sweet sensation of lips on your neck and a large, heated hand on your swollen tummy woke you. In the dark of the room, you could make out the window across from you, and realized with startling certainty that it was still the middle of the night. The solid, heavy body against your back made your brain quickly catch up.

I love when he wakes me for this.

“Mornin’ baby.” Your words were barely above a whisper, but in the dead of night you were more than loud enough for even Daniel’s hearing to pick up.

He grumbled into your shoulder as his hand on your tummy slid lower, under the swell and on to the t-shirt covered skin that swelled and stretched between your mound and your bump. You instinctually pushed your hips back and grinned as the room stayed silent. You didn’t hear any clothing rustle as you rubbed against him, just the warmth that radiated from Daniel’s lap. 

He’s already undressed, you think as you giggle.

“Wha’s funny?” He sleepily slurred into your ear, his tongue flicked your lobe, “Gotta ‘ave you one mor’time.” 

“Mmmmmm,” you hummed, “I want you, but you sure you’re not gonna fall asleep?” you teased.

Daniel scoffed as he hooked his arm under your leg and pulled it up, “Not when I’m here.” he rumbled.

You gasped as he sunk into you. The pressure of your lower tummy coupled with the unprepared tightness between your legs made sex feel like ecstasy. Judging by Daniel’s reaction to being inside you lately, you’d say he felt the same.

“Fuck me.” You could hear him hissing through gritted teeth as his hips weakly lifted to test how deep he was.

Anchored inside of you, Daniel pressed his hips to yours over and over, not thrusting, just pushing against you in time with the pulsing of your walls around him. His arm held your leg up to the side under the sheets, while the other one had snuck under your pillow to wrap around your shoulders. His large hand was loose on your neck, but the rush of finger tips pressed to the sides of your throat felt like electric. 

You hissed as his pelvis rubbed against you, the touch of skin on skin too good to ignore. Quickly pulled to the point of whimpering, you reached behind you to squeeze Daniel’s hip. 

“Wait, wait, wait.” 

Daniel stopped immediately, even as he twitched inside of you. A smile pulled at your lips as you realized he must have thought you were stopping him for good. You definitely were not.

“I just,” you choked out as you pushed his arm out from around your shoulders so you had room to pull the oversized t-shirt off while still spread for Daniel, “I need to,” you finally pulled the collar over your head and sighed as you flung the shirt across the room, “to feel you, ohhh.” 

You moaned as Daniel quickly understood and cocooned you with his warmth, pressing as much of his body as he can to yours. His hips pressed over and over into yours. Your whole body felt on fire, and you couldn’t help but need more. You whined and moved your hips back, pulled on his hip, anything to get him to understand what you need.

“Need more, please.” you whimpered. 

Daniel groaned as he pushed the sheets off of the both of you, and his arm pulled out from under your leg. His hand on your hip, he kept you on your side as he kneeled in front of you. On his knees, your leg was trapped between the mattress and Daniel. He knew the sensation of being stuck in place made you wetter. Daniel wouldn’t tie you up while you were pregnant, but him holding you down with his own body was just as good.

You missed the feeling of his skin on yours but it was so worth the position change when Daniel grabbed a pillow and shoved it under your knee so your leg could be stretched out in front of you. 

“Like this?” He asked.

You nodded, “please.”

“Good girl.”

You both groaned loudly when he sunk into you this time. His hand on your thigh, he used your leg as leverage to pull you towards him as he thrusted into you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the sweet drag of him entering and leaving you made you felt sublime.

“Oh fuck, that’s good.” you giggled, already feeling the effect of your hormonal body as it reached pleasure, “Oh!” 

You squeaked while Daniel groaned. His thumb pressed to your other hole, the pressure added to the sweet build up inside of you, causing you to squeeze him tighter. You whimpered, your back arching as you squeezed the pillow under your head. Daniel was working himself in and out of you, his own pants and groans made you more desperate to cum.

“Ah fuck, feel so good.” He bit out, “The things I’m gonna do to you when you’re not like this anymore.” His hand gently stroked the side of your very large belly.

With that simple touch, and the promise of more, you careened over the edge and cried out as your orgasm grabbed you unexpectedly. Daniel choked off curses as his hips uncontrollably broke rhythm, the drag of him so tight as you closed up around him. You both practically sobbed from the sensation inside of you. 

Daniel groaned as he left your body, breaking the connection his tip released with a pop from your cunt as he collapsed behind you. Overstimulated and sated, you both laid there breathless. He rolled on to this back and whimpered as his cock pressed against your skin. You were still stuck in place to his surprise and he couldn’t resist running his fingers over the soft skin of your thigh. The muscle jumped under your skin, you body still so alive from the waves of pleasure.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, “I’m still cumming.” 

You heard Daniel’s breath hitch behind you, his hand on your thigh paused for a moment before it quickly moved behind you. 

“Oh, Danny, I-” you yelped as two of his fingers sunk into your still pulsing sex. 

“Look so pretty, baby,” he’s still out of breath, still high from his own horniness as he fingered you, “love watching you cum with that belly.”

“Ohhhh,” you groaned brokenly, the wet sound of Daniel’s digits splashed your juices and his own around fills the room, “it’s too much.”

“Reckon I can make you pass out like this?” He teased in your ear, “just one more, one more.” he encouraged. 

You hummed as your hand wrapped around his wrist, squeezing it but not stopping it as his fingers are driven inside of you. Your knee is in the air, and your hips shook, your hum a long drawn out moan amongst the splashing and slushing sound between your legs. 

“Daniel!” you cried out, your voice breaking as your legs uncontrollably shook and your body curled on itself. Your knees drew up as your cunt almost uncomfortably closed around his fingers. 

“That’s it, baby, so beautiful.” He kissed your shoulder, then your breast.

“No, no, no.” you whimpered, pushing his head away, “If you kiss there, you’ll never leave.” you giggled breathlessly. 

“But they look so good.” Daniel play whined as you gasped from him pulling his fingers out of you. 

You both giggled as you rolled partially on to your back, Daniel’s arms wrapped around you as he rests his head against your shoulder. His chin pressed to the swell of your tit as usual. They were so big and so sensitive already, any touch to them was bound to start a marathon session of sex.

And you didn’t have time for that.

Reality settled over you like cold water. You really didn’t want Daniel to leave, and even though you knew it wasn’t for good, and he’d come back to you, it still felt horrible. What were you fighting him for?

“We’re okay, right?” You asked in a small voice, still stroking Daniel’s head as he nuzzled into your collarbone and chest. 

“Yeah?” He looked at you confusedly before he got it, “Yes, love, we’re okay.” He breathed out onto your skin before lifting his head, “Baby, you’re trapped with me forever.” he huffed out a chuckle at his own joke.

You gave him a small smile before you tried to pull his head back down. 

“Nah, nah, hey,” he grabbed your hand in one of his hands before he used the other to grab your chin, “we’re gonna figure this out, together.” 

You looked at his hopeful face and felt your eyes brim with tears, “M’sorry I’m so difficult.” 

“My love, I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

Your breath hitched at his words. He’d called you all the pet names in the world, but he’d never said ‘my love’ before, never with the possessiveness of it. The feeling of hearing such a declaration made your heart skip a beat. 

How could you have questioned this man’s intentions? 

“Danny-”

He shushed you, his voice low as he pushed himself up on to his elbows, “I’ll wait forever,” he told you, the moonlight letting you seeing his sleepy, honest face, “right by your side,” he looked away before adding, “on whatever fucking continent you want us on.”

You giggled, feeling infinitely lighter at his honest tone. You felt the words bubble up on your lips, sitting on the tip of your tongue as you looked at Daniel in the peaceful moment. Just as your lips parted to tell him how you felt, he sighed.

“I have to get up.” he lowered his head between your breasts, kissing the skin between them before sliding further down your body to press his lips to your bump, “Be good for Mama, Papa will be back soon.” 

Daniel left two more sweet kisses on your tummy, adding one more when you felt your tummy shift, your little one reacting to her father, even when you could’ve sworn she was asleep. He froze for a moment, both hands on your tummy as he waited for your daughter to react again. When she didn’t, he pushed himself back up to you. 

“Be good, be careful.” he told you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I will, tell me when you’re home?” 

You internally cringed at the term, and instantly wished you hadn’t said it. From Daniel’s hesitancy, he felt it too.

“I will.” he promised softly.

You rolled on to your side as you heard him rummage around the room to gather his things to leave. By the time he started the shower, you were already sleepy again, and it wasn’t long before the gentle white noise of the water running lulled you to sleep.

Waking up hours later sucked. 

You shivered as the chill from the empty bed made the sheets cold, and stretching out your legs to press your toes to Daniel’s usually warm legs is a try in vain. There’s nothing but empty, cold space in front and in back of you. Your eyes popped open as you began to remember last night, began to remember how alone you were. 

The tears gathered in your eyes as you pulled the covers up over your mouth and silently sobbed. 

How could I be so stupid?

You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on the breathing exercises Daniel taught you. Even when he wasn’t here, even physically, he made breathing easier for you. 

The morning became a blur as your mind cleared and you realized exactly what you had to do. You kicked the sheets off, and moved like a tornado around the apartment. You kicked Daniel’s stuff out of your way as you gathered up your own. It’s not what you had spontaneously planned was that hard to pull off, this is what you do, so it’s only a matter of time until you found yourself exactly where you were supposed to be. 

No more escape plans. 

-

Daniel never felt as good as he did when he was home.

Australia would always be home for him, regardless of how laid back LA was, how fancy Monaco was, or how much time he spent in London, no other place in this world would compare to Perth. 

He just felt lighter at home. To be surrounded by familiar, yet ever changing scenery, to have that familiar hot sun beaming down on him. And of course there was his family, his friends, people who loved and supported him his whole life. And in a silly kind of way, it was nice to be somewhere where he could hear other people who sounded like him.

It was just home.

Holding out his arms, standing on the small stone ledge outside his home, he breathed in the air and happily sighed. He was finally home.

But there was a nagging in the back of his head, and the moment he hopped down and walked back to the doorway to go inside, he felt a kind of dark cloud hover over him. He was home, but he was alone.

Daniel never wanted to force you to do anything, but he’d hoped you’d noticed how much Australia meant to him, and how much he wanted your family here. But you were stubborn, and more than that, you were trepidatious about setting down any roots with him. 

To Daniel, it was simple. You were together, things were good and you had a daughter on the way. Why wouldn’t you put down roots?

But you dragged your feet and dug your heels in until Daniel felt so guilty even bringing up the conversation. He didn’t want to drag you to Australia, he wanted you here with him. He wanted this house to be a home, he wanted your baby to take the space that his family did when they were, he wanted to build your lives here- no matter where that would take you. 

She just needs to trust me, he thought. 

Daniel sighed as he dragged his bare feet into the kitchen, picking up his phone where he’d left it charging, seeing that the ‘home xx’ text he sent to you was still struggling to send. He hoped he didn’t worry you too much.

Fucking farm wifi, he snickered to himself, it’ll go through.

He watched the blue line stay two thirds of the way across the top of his screen for a little bit before finally just giving up. It wasn’t going to send with him watching it. Figuring he better busy himself, he wandered into the main room, creating a schedule to distract himself.

Clean, then shower, then call. 

Daniel nodded his head and got to work.

-

Even though you kept telling yourself you weren’t lost, it was hard not to feel lost. There was nothing but dirt, trees, and some cattle, sheep, bulls, you name it. 

You were in the sticks, no lights, no street signs, nothing. There was no guide to what was going on. It was lucky that you had stared at the general directions while you waited for your rental car, because your phone signal was done for. Luckily there was really only like three main roads around these parts, so you just had to stick. to the one you were on and trust your memory. 

Memory’s been razor sharp thanks to baby, you lowered one hand off the wheel and stroked your tummy over the baby pink sundress you wore. Dresses were way comfier than pants at this point, and your suitcase in the trunk was packed with all the ones you owned. 

It’s so beautiful, you thought as you took in the sunshine filled land. Made sense that your sunshine was from a sunny place like this.  

Part of you hoped Daniel wasn’t trying to call you like he often did when he thought you were in different countries. He’d probably panic and call the police or something. 

Won’t matter in a couple of minutes.

You smiled as you sped up the car, a house nothing more than a spec on the tree line ahead, but you knew whose house it was. Your heart beat in your chest, threatening to break through your skin and you were pretty sure you were sweating. Adrenaline coursed through your body as the space between the house and your car got less and less. 

Your hands were shaking when you pulled into his driveway. 

When you pulled up alongside the house, you could see the sliding doors that you’d seen a million times via FaceTime. Your new home was right here, in front of you, just waiting for you. With who you were pretty sure was the love of your life. 

Taking a few hectic puffs of air, you leaned forward and pressed your forearms on the center of the wheel, blaring the horn through the peaceful, silent air. Laughing, you did it two more times before you saw a shadow coming around the side of the house. 

Making sure the car was parked, you turned off the ignition and climbed out. You slammed the door shut just as Daniel spotted you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Daniel ran across the land between you and gathered you in his arms. 

You held him as close to you as you could, “I’m home.”

Daniel pulled away from you and looked at you, checking your expression, “Really?” 

Your heart pulled at the shock on his face. 

“I’m not going anywhere now, you’ve got me.” You told Daniel, grabbing his hands as you lowered them to your swollen tummy, “You’ve got both of us.” 

Daniel smiles so big at you, the contagious energy and just the happiness you feel radiating out of every pore of your body as you pull him closer and hug him as tight as you can with your child between your bodies. The kisses he plants on the side of your head make you giggle, and before you know it, he’s separating the two of you a bit. The idea of him still a little nervous about hurting the bump makes you giggle knowingly. 

When he takes a step back, you’re still stomach to stomach. He looks at you, his brown eyes soft as he leans his head against yours, both of you just touching foreheads breathing in each other’s presence with your eyes shut. 

A peace neither one of you had ever known. 

“Yeah?” Daniel breaks the silence.

You giggle as you realize he’s finally responding to what you said before with words, “Yeah.” 

Daniel lets out a breathless chuckle, your foreheads still pressed together as he holds you against him, the zen aura around the pair of you beginning to crackle with excitement.

“Forever?” He asks. 

“Forever.”

-

EPILOGUE

“Can you hurry up?” Lando whined as he climbed into bed and leaned against his headboard, “You take forever and I should’ve called like ten minutes ago.”

The whole reason why he was allowed to stay last night was so we could both do this this morning.

“You’re always late.” Lance called from the bathroom.

“No, that’s you- and I don’t want to be late meeting her!” Lando yelled.

And he’d really meant it. He’d taken his uncle duties very seriously, so seriously that within the first week of you announcing your move to Australia he had bombarded the house with baby gifts and you’d had to tell him to stop. Now that you were on another continent with his teammate and you’d finally given birth, he couldn’t help but walk around with this nervous excitement.

He couldn’t believe you were a mother. I can’t believe Daniel’s a dad.

But in retrospect, there were many things about Lando’s life that had changed to an almost unbelievable state. And Lando knew only one person who could understand that feeling, and that one person was you. 

He’d meant it when he said he wanted to stay friends, and apparently you hadn’t been joking when you said that he’d grown on you cause you and Lando had stayed close all through your pregnancy. 

But now, she was here. Your daughter was here and Lando wanted to meet her so badly, but would settle for a video introduction until the following season started and he could fly over earlier and spend a few days with you and Daniel. 

Maybe I could bring my usual plus one. Oh, fuck, the time!

Lando dropped his phone twice as he tried to open his contacts and find your name. He could feel himself grinning.

“I’m calling!” He yelled to the bathroom. 

The typically obnoxious FaceTime ring shot through his head and his nerves as he tried not to fidget and to keep his phone at a good angle. Lando stared at his reflection and fluffed his hair as he waited for you to answer. The morphed sound of the pick up had Lando’s breath hitch as he felt his smile threaten to crack his cheeks open. 

“Hello!”

“Hey, son!” 

“You’re not the baby.” Lando deadpanned, giving Daniel an unimpressed look.

“Oh, so you only called for her, huh?” 

“Of course, Daniel, you going senile over there? I thought she’d keep you young.”

“Ah, shut the fuck up.”

Lando scoffed, “Wow, you talk that way in front of your baby?”

“She doesn’t know what I’m saying.” Daniel shrugged, before looking away from the camera and screen with a dreamy expression on his face, “She’s, she’s just everything, Lando.” Lando felt himself pout as he hummed. “And she’s so tiny!” Daniel went on, “She’s so small, our little sunshine.” 

“Well show her to me, mate.” Lando was running out of patience with his teammate, he wanted to see the baby already. 

“Alright, alright.” 

Lando could see nothing but the ceiling of Daniel and your home, and while the beige and wood weren’t the most interesting, he couldn’t bring himself to loosen his attention. Lance wandered out of the bathroom, and padded to the bed, but even then Lando didn’t so much as flinch. The sound of Daniel’s foot falls as he walked through the house echoed in his head.

Lance leaned in to kiss Lando’s cheek, but Lando, as usual dodged it. This time Lance was ready for his antics, and already had his hand on his hip to pinch him.

“Hey!” Lando yelped.

Lance chuckled as he got to kiss Lando’s cheek.

“Asshole.” Lando hissed while Lance grinned at him.

Daniel’s stride came to a stop and Lando couldn’t help but gasp as he heard the turn of a door handle, making Daniel and Lance laugh. 

“Aye, you there too, Lancey?” Daniel lifted the phone back to his face, waving to the Canadian through the screen.

“Yeah, hey Dan.” Lance replied, “Congratulations.”

“Thanks!” Daniel grinned before his face took on a totally different expression as he looked at something off screen, “Oh, here they are.” 

“Remember when you were almost the father?” Lance whispered lowly into Lando’s ear.

“You can’t ruin this for me.” Lando smiled through gritted teeth. 

Lando heard your giggle and shook back and forth like an excited puppy as he waited for Daniel to flip the camera. When he finally did, Lando felt himself choke up. 

“She’s so tiny, oh my god.” Lando cooed. 

You were smiling in a wooden rocking chair, obviously watching the sunset with the orange glow that was on the deck. Lando’s eyes zeroed in on the small bundle he could spot in your arms. You were holding the tiniest human Lando had ever seen.   

“Oh, she’s so precious.” Lance commented.

Lando huffed on a laugh and rubbed his eyes as Daniel got closer and you waved. He couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t believe how happy he was for you. 

“Hi guys!” you called, “Hold on, let me shift her.” 

Daniel stood in front of you and kept the camera on you as you shifted the baby so she was no longer against your chest, but laying on her back in your arms. All three men cooed as the baby turned her head towards the camera and sleepily raised her fists above her head without opening her eyes.

“Oh my god, she looks like a doll.” Lando said in awe.

“Doesn’t she?” You replied, softly stroking your baby’s cheek with your finger. 

“Oh my god, I want like twelve.” Lando gushed, “Not like now, but definitely later.” 

The whole group laughed at that.

“I don’t know about that.” Lance quipped. 

“Is that Lance?” You called, finally realizing he was on the small screen with Lando too, “Hold on, baby, give me the phone.”

Lando giggled and leaned his head against Lance’s shoulder in a rare moment of softness. He watched Dan struggle for a moment before you obviously just took the phone one handed and turned the camera back to the front. You held it in front of you and looked closely at the screen.

“Oh, look at you two, what a pair there.” You teased, “You put a label on this thing yet?” 

“Straight to the point as always.” Lance sighed. 

“I find it amazing, truly shocking that you can focus on anything other than the small human you aren’t showing us right now!” 

“Look, she has my attention 24/7,” both men heard Daniel yell an affirmative in the background, “but you two, you shocked us all!”

“Us?” Lance gasped, “What about you having a baby?”

“Oh, please.” 

“I’m just glad the sexual tension is gone and you two can stop crashing!” Daniel yelled from the background.

“Fuck you.” Lando and Lance said at the same time, shyly smiling at each other as their cheeks heated. 

You laughed and let the boys off easy, turning the angle of the camera so they could see your baby up close. They ooo’ed and ahhh’ed at the small sleeping bundle, before they started picking her features apart, Lando and Lance betting on what part of her would look like who. 

“Ah, I don’t care if she looks like her Papa.” you cooed at the baby off camera, the focus still up close on your baby’s face, “that’s okay by me.”

“Eh, I don’t know about that.” 

“Lando!” Lance hissed at him, slapping his elbow. 

“It’s okay, Lance, we all know he’s a dick.” 

Everyone burst into laughter at that, and Lando and Lance got to watch as the baby’s fists clenched as her face scrunched. Her little lips pursed, as her head turned, and even though Lando knew what was about to happen, he still found it adorable. Her little cries were as tiny as she was, and Lando felt his heart clench as he watched her little face get red so fast, not at all amused that her uncles had woken her.

“Alright, that’s enough Uncle Lando and Lance today, huh?” 

Daniel grabbed the phone back to you and walked a little bit away so he could talk, but Lando could spy how he kept glancing back at his loves. 

“Well, won’t be the first time you terrify my kid.” 

“Wow,” Lando sighed, “you had all these months to come up with dad jokes-”

“Goodbye Lando.” Daniel laughed, cutting off the Brit, “Bye Lance!” 

Both boys yelled goodbye as the tone signaled the end of the call. Lando threw his phone to the end of the bed and sprawled. He felt utterly boneless, like his whole being had been melted down into apple sauce. 

“I can’t believe how cute she is.”

“I know with Ricciardo as the father, I- ugh!” Lando cried out as Lance squeezed his hip as he had before, this time also letting his body fall on top of Lando’s. 

Pinned under Lance’s chest, Lando looked up and smirked at him. Lance shook his head, amused, before he leaned in and kissed Lando. Lando let his body lay lifeless underneath Lance, his lips the only part of him moving as Lance rubbed his lips against his. He nudged Lance with his nose and hummed as Lance leaned back and rested his chin on his hand that was planted on Lando’s chest. 

“What?” Lando asked, feeling Lance looking at him like he so often did.

“When are we gonna label this?” 

“Oh for fu-”

Lando screeched as Lance’s fingers danced up his sides, tickling him into hysterical laughter before Lando found himself on top of Lance. Finally gaining the upper hand, he sat on Lance and pinned his hands to the sides of his head. Both men panted as they looked at each other, a million things running through each of their heads.

“Soon,” Lando finally responded softly, “soon.”

Lance smiled softly at him as Lando lowered his forehead to press it to Lance’s. 

“You know,” Lance nudged his nose against Lando’s to get his attention, “maybe it was us all along.”

Lando groaned and rolled off of him dramatically, but once he was on his back beside Lance, his hand found his. Their fingers intertwined, Lance knew they’d be okay. When he glanced at Lando, he was smiling too. 

Lando turned his head and playfully narrowed his eyes at his lover.

Sneak Peek as I type away:

Daniel was walking from the kitchen to the dining table, juggling two plates of breakfast in his arms. It was a tradition now: having breakfast after getting home in the afternoon from a race weekend. 

He hummed to himself as he walked barefoot towards the table. He could see Michael’s head was down, his phone in his hands.

“Fuck your self righteous ass!”

Lance’s voice was like an instant throwback to Sunday night, and Daniel almost dropped the food as he approached Michael. 

Michael looked at Daniel and tilted his phone screen towards him, letting him see that there he was, on camera, giving Lando and Lance the finger before disappearing out of the bar. He exhaled hard as the camera panned back to the pair in the booth, catching them share a look before they burst into laughter.