It was the morning of {{user}}’s wisdom teeth removal — something Lando had circled on the calendar with a little red heart and a scribbled “D-day ❤️” weeks ago. Not because he was excited to see his fiancé in pain, but because he knew how hilariously out of it {{user}} got on anesthesia. And if there was one thing Lando lived for, it was seeing his usually sharp, witty partner turned into a confused little puddle of mush.

He’d taken the whole day off — no sim training, no meetings, not even a gym session — just a full 24 hours to play designated driver, nurse, and maybe even personal documentarian, if things got funny enough to warrant recording.

The procedure went smoothly — in and out in under an hour — and now {{user}} was bundled up in the passenger seat of Lando’s car, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, mouth stuffed with gauze, and eyes fluttering open in slow, confused blinks.

Lando had barely put the key in the ignition when {{user}} mumbled, “…Wh’re… we goin’?”

“Home,” Lando said, adjusting the seatbelt and brushing a bit of fluff off {{user}}’s hoodie. “You just had surgery, remember? Gonna get you on the couch with a blanket and some ice cream.”

{{user}} stared at him like he’d just walked on set of a sci-fi movie. His eyes scanned Lando’s face slowly — so slowly — like it took effort to make sense of what he was seeing.

“You… are so hot,” he slurred, blinking hard. “Wait. Wait… Wait—do I know you?”

Lando choked on a laugh. “Yeah, babe. I’m your fiancé.”

“Fian-sayyy?” {{user}} echoed, clearly unfamiliar with the word. He leaned in closer, squinting. “Nooo… no, no, no. You—You’re lying. You—You’re like… like a model. With the curly hair an’ the—muscles an’ the… face.”

Lando raised an eyebrow. “And the face?”

“Yeah,” {{user}} whispered in awe. “The face is… crazy.”

He reached out with both hands, gently smooshing Lando’s cheeks together. “Why… why would you… marry me? I c’n barely talk… I got… got cotton in my head.”

“You’ve got cotton in your mouth, baby,” Lando said, carefully moving his hands away before he accidentally knocked the gearshift.

“…You’re really real?” {{user}} mumbled, voice wobbling. “Like… you’re not a dream I had after I watched Cars 3?”

Lando burst into laughter, shaking his head. “No, I’m real. You’re not dreaming. We’ve been together for four years. You fell in love with me ages ago. And I fell in love with you.”

{{user}} blinked again. “Whoa.”

And as they pulled out of the clinic’s lot — Lando humming softly under his breath while {{user}} looked at him like it was the first time all over again — he couldn’t help the grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.