You’re lying between Lando’s legs on the couch, your back resting against his chest while his arms loosely wrap around you.

It’s quiet. No music, no TV.

Just the two of you and that familiar feeling of home.

His thumb traces over your engagement ring. Slowly. Again and again.

“You’re doing it again.” You murmur softly, a small smile on your lips.

A barely audible laugh vibrates in his chest. “Doing what?”

“Staring at the ring like I might lose it any second.”

“I’m not staring.” He mutters. “I’m just checking.”

You snort quietly. “Right.”

One year. A whole year since you said yes.

And now there are only six months left until that promise becomes something official, something loud and visible to everyone.

You didn’t meet in a classic way.

Not romantic.

Not planned.

You were in Barcelona with Pietra and Max, really just there as moral support for a race weekend.

You had no idea about Formula 1. No idea about strategy, no idea about anything.

And then there he was. Too loud. Too charming. “And you are…?”

“The one who has no idea why she’s here.”

He had laughed. That real, warm laugh that immediately disarmed you. “Perfect.”

He explained things that didn’t make any sense. You asked questions that threw him off.

And somewhere, between the paddock, bad jokes, and way too many shared moments, something started to grow.

Something neither of you had planned.

Something that stayed.

“Hey…will you promise me something?” His voice pulls you back. His hold around you tightens just a little.

“Depends.” You laugh softly.

“Tomorrow…” His voice is quiet, almost a murmur against your hair.

You lift your head slightly, looking back at him, confused. “Tomorrow?”

“The dress.” He answers. His eyes are soft, knowing.

You sigh quietly and sink a little closer into him. “I’m just trying some on.”

“Mhm.” His tone is exactly the same as always when he doesn’t believe you. You raise an eyebrow. “What?”

He shrugs. “You’re going out with your girls, probably already have twenty Pinterest boards planned in your head, and you want to tell me you’re just trying some on?”

You roll your eyes, but a smile still finds its way onto your face. “Maybe I won’t find anything.”

“Unlikely.” His thumb lingers on your ring again, as if holding onto it.

You’re about to reply, but before you can, he gently lifts your chin so you have to look at him.

His lips curve into a soft smile. “Promise me you won’t look at the price tomorrow.”

You roll your eyes with a grin.

"I know you. And I know you’d pick the cheapest one." He murmurs.

“That’s not true.”

“It is.”

He pulls you a little closer, his nose brushing against yours. “I already told you I’d pay for your wedding dress, your shoes..everything you need.”

His voice grows quieter.

More honest.

“I’m not doing it because I can..but because I want to see the woman who’s about to take my last name happy.”

Your heart tightens. You want to say something, but it gets stuck in your throat.

The way he’s looking at you makes you nervous and happy in a completely different way.

“You’ve shown me your dream dress so many times. Even before we were engaged.” A small, crooked grin forms on his lips. “And I also know from Savannah and Oliver, that wedding dresses aren’t cheap.”

A soft laugh escapes you, even though your eyes sting slightly.

“So stop thinking about it.” He says gently. “Just feel.”

You look at him and nod slightly. “Okay.”

A moment passes.

His gaze lingers on yours, more intense now. His hand slowly leaves your chin and moves to your cheek instead.

“When I look at you…when I look into your beautiful eyes…I see our future.”

You swallow.

"How we’ll run around the house with two little troublemakers." A soft smile spreads across your face. “How you support me at the track on weekends…”

You can see it.

So clearly it almost hurts.

“And how we grow old and gray…watching our kids do the same with their own kids.”