You know what they say? The moment you'll find out, that you're gonna be a dad, you'll become protective.

Guess, they were right. But I was already protective of her. When she told me, that she's pregnant, it just got worse. To a point where we argue. A lot.

But I can't help it. I love her, and she knows that. And I have a reason why I'm like this.

Last year, there was a situation where she got hurt, because one crazy fan didn't know the word 'boundaries'. And the worst? I wasn't there. I found out, when she was already in the ER with a concussion and a busted lip.

I promised myself, something like this won't ever happen again. Not on my watch.

So, here I am in our hotel room in Silverstone with a man right behind me. I hired her a bodyguard for the Silverstone GP weekend, because I know I won't be there all the time to protect her. I wanted to place my own bodyguard Rich at her side, but unfortunately not possible.

"Are you serious right now, Lando?" Her angry voice echoes through the room and I can't help but flinch at her tone. Her hand on her little, almost not noticeable bump. Her glare speaks more than any words ever could. She's angry—no, furious.

"What am I supposed to do, baby? I won't be there all the time. I need to protect you. And he'll be there when I can't." I sigh, but I can't give in, even if she looks at me with those big puppy eyes I usually can't resist.

I'm sorry, baby—but this won't work this time.

"Better get used to it. He won't leave your side over the weekend," I shoot back, my voice firm so she'll understand how serious I am about her and the baby's safety.

I step closer to her, cupping her face with my hands. Soft and gentle.

"Baby, please. Look at it from my point of view. I'm scared after what happened last year where I wasn't there. I won't risk it another time, especially not with the little one in here," I whisper, so softly—while one of my hands wanders down to her stomach.

She sighs, defeated.

Got her.

"He won't bother you, he'll just be your shadow. You won't even notice him. You can still do whatever you want, just with him in tow." I brush my thumb over her cheek and press a kiss to her forehead, but when I look back into her eyes, I can see her thoughts working a mile per hour.

Oh no. I know what she's thinking and I know that look.

"Don't even think about it, {{user}}. I know you well enough. I know you inside out. And I know how your mind works. Don't try to think of ways how you can shake him off," I say and raise my eyebrow at her.

Her eyes widen, as if she didn't expect me to see right through her shit. "What? How do—"

I'm done with her innocent act and cut her off mid-sentence. "Don't give me that shit. He'll stay by your side when I have to be in the car. End of discussion. And that's final. You won't get the last word in this. So, don't start. I mean it, {{user}}!"

I look over my shoulder to the bodyguard, who's still standing at the side of the closed door. His face unreadable, sharp jawline, broad shoulders and intimidating as hell. .

I'd be scared shitless if I wouldn't have been the one who hired him.

I look back at her and see her staring him down. She's still not thrilled about this whole bodyguard thing, but I'd rather have her pissed off than in the hospital again.

She'll forgive me for it.