Quadrant Family L.N
“This is what I used to do with pregnant women.” Jon stated after adjusting the workout for Niran yet again. “Y/N does it all the time” the older man continued nonchalantly not realising what he’d just implied. “You’re pregnant?” Niran jokingly asked his friend, suddenly forgetting the YouTube video currently being recorded. “Yeah, 12 weeks.” Y/N nodded a small smile finding a home on her face. A baby may have not been in her and Lando’s five year plan but the pair couldn’t be happier. In fact as soon as the pair saw the positive test they’d been ecstatic.
“You can edit that out right?!” the y/h girl asked suddenly panicked. “Yeah why?” Niran asked, adjusting himself on the mat, sitting up to shoot his younger friend a worried look. “Might not be a good idea to tell the Quadrant family before I tell my dad” The young female said hesitantly, awkwardly picking at her jumper sleeve, already imagining the phone call she’d definitely receive. If there’s one thing she’d like to avoid like the plague it was a lecture from her Dad. Even though she’d moved away from the family home back in Oxford her Father still hadn’t really accepted the fact that his little girl had grown up.
“You haven't told your Father!” Jon spluttered, pausing his movements the weights for the next exercise long forgotten. “I didn’t want him to get stressed” the y/e/c eyed girl weakly responded anxiously running a hand through her y/h/c locks.
“Y/N his baby is having a baby he’s going to have a heart attack!!” Jon exclaimed loudly continuing to rant all the colour draining from his face. Scoffing Y/N pulled a face at the older man practically pacing in fright. “You think I don’t know that! He almost passed out when he found out I was dating a racing driver… and then when he found out it wasn’t a Red Bull driver I thought he’d had a bloody aneurysm.” Y/n muttered ignoring the stern glare she was receiving from the anxiously striding older male. “Why’s no one having a go at Lando last time I checked it takes two to make a baby!” Y/N shouted, throwing her arms wildly in the direction of the McLaren driver practically wetting himself from laughing.
“Maybe because I’m not related to Christian Horner…” Lando scoffed a boyish grin settling on his tan features but quickly dropped it once he noticed Y/N’s stern face. “Maybe I should just shut up…” Lando trailed off embarrassment clear on his face. Nodding sarcastically Y/N replied “You think?” sending the Brit a middle finger before walking back into the house ignoring Lando’s pleads and attempts to apologise.
