little royalty's best friend

read pt1 here, yk for context

With a temper like you Run around like you Jumping in the pool Like you Sing to all her pets In the way I did Be sensitive Like you

warnings: It's fluff, healing, recovery, lando and reader being cute-ass parents, domestic fluff and lil feet running all over the place.

a/n: this makes my heart full xx, thanks for the love in Pt1. The color symbolism in this one :) Hope this makes up for the emotional damage xoxo. Thanks to the lovely comments of @didneyworld13 and @nickie-amore , they made me eager to write this.

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🔊 listening to: Sienna - The Marias

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Three Years Later

Sunlight streamed through the windows, painting the apartment in golden tones. Outside, orange and yellow balloons swayed lazily in the spring breeze, and a faint smell of cupcakes mixed with fresh grass from the garden. Today was Sienna’s second birthday, and the air was alive with laughter and celebration.

Lando crouched down to lift Sienna into the air, spinning her gently as she squealed in delight. Frosting smeared her tiny cheeks from the cupcakes she had sneakily grabbed earlier. Her giggles rang out above the soft chatter of their friends and family.

Kelly and Max hovered nearby, smiling and clapping as they took turns capturing the chaos on their phones.

"P be careful, she is very small"

“She loves it” Lando whispered to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. You smiled back, you had been doing that a lot recently, warmth spreading through your chest.

"She is so tiny...and she looks just like you Lan" you kissed his cheeck as you both watched P and Sienna playing in the grass.

"Okay, time for the presents!" shouted Max, carrying a big wrapped gift to the garden table.

"Yay! Presents!" P screamed happily.

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Three Years Prior

Life had been quieter, more private, softer in a away. You'd taken some time off socials. Lando had become more attentive—not that he hadn’t been before—but now you made the most of your time together, planning your weeks around whichever city the race was in.

You’d refused to go to the races to avoid all the media circus surrounding your situation, but you always waited for him with his parents or mechanics, away from prying eyes.

Normality didn’t start to feel like normal until months later. You both deserved to be happy again, for the sake of your relationship’s stability.

You’d started going out to some clubs when Lando was DJing, and maybe it was after one of those nights that your life completely changed.

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That morning, you woke up before your alarm went off. You ran to the bathroom and dropped to the floor to vomit. Lando woke up at the sound and reached over to the side of the bed where you should have been. Finding only cold sheets, he jumped up.

“Babe, are you okay?” He opened the door and found you curled up near the toilet. Worried, he came closer and pulled your hair into a ponytail with his hand while rubbing your back.

“Must’ve been something we ate yesterday,” you told him once you were done. “I don’t know… I’m fine.”

You brushed your teeth thoroughly while he made breakfast.

“I think I’ll skip it this time.” “Okay, but at least have some tea or something. I’ll tell my mom to make you some soup if you feel bad. Do you have a fever?” He came closer and pressed his lips to your forehead to check your temperature. “You’re fine,” he concluded.

“Lando, come on baby, you’re going to be late.” You hurried him, planting a kiss on his lips as you tried to push him out the door.

“I’ll bring chicken teriyaki later, I know it’s your favorite!” Lando shouted from the street, waving dramatically before getting into the car. “My favorite is you,” you said with a cheeky smile, winking at him. He let out a long groan and shook his head before getting in.

You flopped onto the couch as the car disappeared down the street and opened TikTok, scrolling until a video made you stop. A girl was showing off the clothes she’d bought for her baby—and a thought crossed your mind. Could it be?

You’d been feeling tired, bloated, and with no appetite for a week. Waking up throwing up today had been the cherry on top.

Grabbing the keys from the counter, you headed to the nearest pharmacy.

“Uhmm, two COVID tests and two pregnancy tests, please,” you said to the pharmacist, hidden behind huge black sunglasses, a cap, and a mask.

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You looked at yourself in the mirror—okay, it wasn’t COVID. You grabbed the pregnancy test and stared at the result with fear.

Two lines. Positive. Pregnant?

You let out a sigh and sank to the bathroom floor, clutching your stomach.

“I’m… pregnant?” you asked out loud, to no one in particular. “Shit.”

You’d been desperate to be a mother, but you couldn’t help drawing parallels between this pregnancy and the last. Hands trembling, you went to the kitchen, threw both tests in the trash, and waited for Lando to come home. Lando… he’d be thrilled. But you couldn’t tell him just yet.

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It was Lando’s home race today. You gave him a good luck kiss and stepped aside to the VIP area with his parents. Around lap 19, you started moving, catching Cisca’s attention.

“You okay, sweetheart?” she placed a hand on your back. “Yeah, just a little tired. I need to lean for a second,” you smiled. “Lando told me you were sick a few days ago… you feeling better now?” she asked, concerned. “Yeah, still a bit weak. Must be some bug.”

Cisca leaned close to your ear. “Does he know?” You looked at her cautiously, furrowing your brow. “Yes… he knows I’ve been a little unw-.” “No, I mean about the pregnancy.”

You choked on your own saliva, coughing and looked at her, eyes wide.

“How did you know?” you whispered, barely believing it. “Oh, sweetheart… I’m not new at this,” she said.

You let out a laugh laced with desperation.

“I want to tell him… I don’t know when, I don’t know how to handle this. Will he be happy?” “Oh, love, he’ll be over the moon. The real question is… are you happy?” “I… I’m okay. Kind of in shock. I don’t want anyone to know. We’ll keep it a secret. I don’t want to jinx it.”

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That night, you had decided to finally tell Lando the news, but he didn’t seem to be cooperating with the plan (of which he had absolutely no idea).

“Come on, love, everyone’s going. Let’s go to the restaurant, eat, drink, have fun, and then we’ll head to the hotel,” he said, happy about his P2.

“Lan, I know you want to celebrate, but the ho—” you started as you rounded the bend toward the restaurant.

“Are you feeling unwell?” he asked, worried that might be the reason. “No! No…”

“Then we’re definitely going—after a few drinks, we’ll have even more fun.”

“Lando fucking Norris, no alcohol for me, I’m pregnant!” you blurted out, hitting the dashboard.

It took a second for the words to sink in, but when they did, Lando slammed on the brakes.

Your body lunged forward, thankfully caught by the seatbelt. Lando, of course, didn’t even flinch.

“Lando, do you want to kill me? us?” you lifted your head, looking at him through your messy hair.

He hadn’t let go of the wheel yet, his eyes still fixed on the road, and for a moment, you didn’t know if Cisca’s words were true or not.

Lando slowly turned his head.

“Is it true? You’re really pregnant?” he asked, his eyes shining. “I wouldn’t joke about something like that, Lan.”

He started the car and made a U-turn.

“Lan, where are we going? The restaurant is that way,” you pointed in the opposite direction. “To hell with the restaurant. We’re going to the hotel.” Suddenly, a manic grin spread across his face.

“I’M FINNA BE A DAD!” he shouted, laughing as he accelerated. “Lando, don’t jinx it. I’m scared and want to keep it private” you said, taking his hand. “Love, I’m scared too, but this time everything’s going to be okay. I can feel it” he said, kissing the palm of your hand.

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No one else knew. You didn’t go to the paddocks, avoided races, and kept your growing belly hidden. Lando went to the circuits, reporting results and attending team events, always returning home with stories and weird meal cmbinations you made him buy thanks to your cravings.

The week you had feared so much had already passed, and the baby was still doing well. You had a doctor on call 24/7, ready whenever you needed. Everything was going smoothly, and that brought relief to both of you.

Together, in the privacy of your home, you started imagining a life you hadn’t dared to dream before. You painted walls in soft pastels, assembled tiny cribs and debated names late into the night.

Lando’s presence was constant—massaging sore feet, making her laugh through the nausea, reading telemetry data to a bump that couldn't understand him yet.

“Love, the baby just kicked… they hate data.”

“Really?” Lando said, giving you his best puppy eyes.

“Nah, just me. I hate data,” you chuckled, tossing a pillow at him.

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It was mid-October, the leaves falling with the city wind as you sipped on a plum tea. Lando had left a little while ago to film a video with Max for Quadrant.

You got up to put your cup on the counter when a liquid ran down your legs. You looked down, scared—it wasn’t blood… it was… water?

Water? WATER! Your water broke.

A contraction took your breath away. You grabbed your phone and called the doctor, who arrived with an ambulance within minutes to take you to the hospital. In the ambulance, you called Lando.

“Hey, babe, everything okay?” he answered after three rings. “Lando!” you screamed as another contraction ripped through your body. “Love? Are you okay? What’s happening? Are you in pain?” he moved away from the team, his voice now worried.

It was still week 37.

“Lan, no! I mean, yes, everything hurts! I’m in the ambulance, my water broke at home. Come ASAP. You’re gonna be a dad” you groaned, trying to stay calm.

“Oh my god, oh my god, okay, stay calm!” he said, dodging obstacles to grab his bag and car keys. “I’m coming, don’t move. Send me your location.”

“You stay calm! I won’t be able to move much, you idiot!” you cried almost in tears.

“You’re right, sorry… I love you. I’ll be there in minutes.” “Do me a favor and don’t die on the road, Norris!” you yelled and hung up.

“Lando, dude, what are you doing? You okay?” Max asked, seeing the chaos his best friend was causing.

“Dude, I’m gonna be a dad. I’m out!” he yelled, running out of the studio, leaving Max wide-eyed.

"What!?" he shouted, but Lando was already out.

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landonorris Our little miracle, Sienna Norris decided to show up early...So proud of you, my love. ...more✨🧡

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When Sienna finally arrived, tiny and perfect, she filled the hospital room with music-like cries. Lando held both mother and daughter, whispering about love, courage, and second chances.

The first months at home were a blend of chaos and tenderness. Nights were sleepless, filled with feeding, rocking, and whispered conversations.

Lando learned the rhythm of her cries, anticipating her needs before she even spoke. You shared quiet coffee moments in the kitchen, laughter over messy diapers, and reassurances in the middle of the night.

Weeks turned into months, and Sienna grew quickly. Lando would carry her around the apartment while you cooked, making silly faces that sent the baby into fits of laughter. You bathed her together, shared bedtime stories, and spent hours simply watching her sleep, marveling at how fragile yet perfect she was.

Even simple chores became opportunities for connection. Folding laundry became a game; grocery shopping was an adventure; morning pancakes tasted sweeter with Sienna perched in her high chair, tiny hands reaching for syrup and laughter spilling freely.

Kelly and Max often visited with P, adding extra energy and warmth, watching Sienna toddle across the floor, playing with the older girl or chasing after a toy car.

No race weekends were slow and messy, just the way they liked. They went for walks in the park, stroller in tow, greeting friends while keeping the press at bay.

Lando taught Sienna to recognize the rumble of an engine, to clap her hands at the sound of a small toy car racing across the floor, and to laugh at his ridiculous stunts.

When Sienna started talking, Lando took it very personally that her first word was “mama” and not “papa.” Completely heartbroken, he spent an entire week trying to convince her to finally say “papa.”

“Sienna, look at me,” he said, trying to get her to focus on him. “You have to say pa-pa, okay?” Lando begged, while you laughed from the couch. He had been like that for three hours now.

He did not stop there because the moment Sienna finally said “papa”, Lando unlocked a whole new personality.

First it was: “Say McLaren… come on, it’s easy. Maaa-cla-ren.”

Sienna just grabbed his nose.

Then he tried: “Telemetry? No? Nothing?”

You were already wheezing from laughter on the sofa, watching him make the dumbest gestures as if that would somehow help a months-old baby pronounce telemetry.

“Lando, please,” you giggled, wiping a tear, “let her learn normal words first.”

He shot you the most offended look. “What’s more normal than telemetry in this house?”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek, still laughing. “You’re ridiculous…” “Yeah, but you love me” he said proudly before turning back to Sienna like a man on a mission.

“Alright, Sisi… McLaren 720S. Try it.”

She just laughed. And so did you. Because the moment was so stupid, so him, so perfect.

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Sienna's birthday party

Now, three years later, the second birthday celebration was in full swing. Sienna ran across the garden, a balloon trailing behind her, squealing with delight.

Lando scooped her up, spinning her into the air, while she laughed freely, frosting smeared across her cheeks from the cupcakes she had sneakily taken earlier.

The party was intimate but lively. Friends laughed, sharing stories and inside jokes, while Sienna explored the garden like a tiny whirlwind. Kelly knelt down to hand her a balloon, whispering to P to be careful with her. Max recorded every moment, laughing as Sienna tried to chase a butterfly. Lando scooped her up again, spinning her in the air as you clapped and laughed, the sound pure and free.

"Okay, time for the presents!" shouted Max, carrying a big wrapped gift to the garden table.

"Yay! Presents!" P screamed happily.

“Wait— no way… is that a go-kart?” you asked, staring at the giant wrapped box in pure shock.

“Bet it is,” Lando said, way too excited, practically ripping the paper open like the present was for him and not his two-year-old.

“Happy birthday, Sienna,” Max added with the biggest smug grin.

“You’re all insane,” you groaned, rubbing your temples. “She’s two.”

Lando just laughed, already inspecting the tiny kart like a proud dad seeing his legacy fulfilled. “The sooner she starts, the sooner she’s gonna be just like her papa.”

Sienna clapped at the shiny wheel, not understanding anything but loving the chaos.

And honestly? You were doomed. Two drivers in the house. Perfect.

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Later, when the guests had gone and Sienna slept in her crib, the apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the evening. Lando and you sat together on the couch, hands intertwined, shoulders brushing. You traced his face with your fingers, and he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

And in those quiet moments—afternoon sunlight spilling across the floor, Sienna’s soft breathing nearby—they felt it fully: the peace of a family healed and the joy of second chances.

You exchanged a look—a long, soft glance filled with everything you had endured. The fear, the grief, the nights of tears.

Lando’s thumb brushed across your hand, and you leaned against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

“Look at her,” he whispered, nodding toward the crib where Sienna slept peacefully. “We did it.”

You smiled, tears brimming. “We really did.” “I love you.”

Name: Sienna

Born: 1st of September 1998

Soooo there’s this favorite characters / self trend going on on Instagram that I couldn’t resist participating in …. :'))