You’re standing in the paddock, surrounded by a blur of voices, the shrieking of engines and the shimmering heat.

Your hand rests protectively on your belly.

The fabric of your dress stretches slightly, not enough to be noticeable, but you feel it. Like everything right now is more intense.

Bigger.

Sharper.

Your eyes scan the pit lane, but your mind is somewhere else. Too overwhelmed.

Today is the first race since you announced the pregnancy publicly, with a simple, loving post on Instagram.

A black and white picture of you two, his hand resting on your belly, your smile calm, his soft.

Three years of love, three years of highs and lows and now, a new chapter.

You spot him at the entrance of the Box. Surrounded by his team, focused, concentrated. Then he sees you, just for a moment.

A fleeting smile tugs at his lips and your heart beats faster.

He looks calm, but you know him well enough to catch the quiet buzz in his movements.

Nerves. Excitement. Maybe even a little fear.

Not just for the race, but for everything that’s coming.

The pit lane grows crowded. Media, team members, guests. And then she appears.

Magui.

You don’t notice her at first, not until she deliberately steps into your line of sight. Perfectly styled, a polished smile on her lips, her gaze locked onto Lando like a radar.

A brief sting flares in your chest, but it fades the moment Lando looks at you again.

Only you.

As if no one else exists.

You take a deep breath. He’s already shown you where his heart lies.

And still, it hurts to see her. Not out of jealousy, but because she looks at him like everything she’s missing could be found in just one glance from him.

But that glance never comes.

She stands there, maybe waiting for a smile, a nod, anything, but he walks right past her.

No hesitation.

No glance.

He stops in front of you, leans his forehead gently against yours. “You’re staying in here, yeah?” He says, gesturing toward your belly.

You nod. “Until the race is over.”

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The race begins. Minutes pass like a fever dream. Lando drives like he’s possessed, like he has something to prove.

Precise.

Fearless.

Focused.

And when the team around you erupts into cheers as he crosses the finish line first, your heart almost stops.

He actually did it.

You don’t know if you’re crying or laughing. Maybe both.

He jumps out of the car and rips off his helmet. The crowd roars and then he sees you.

He runs through the chaos, straight toward you, not letting anyone stop him.

Not even Magui, who takes a small step toward him, wearing the look of someone who’s just realized she’s truly lost him.

Then he’s in front of you.

No words.

No hesitation.

Lando pulls you into his arms and kisses you. Fierce, breathless, adrenaline, fueled.

The kiss is full of everything you’ve built together, three years of love, battles, trust and growing close.

When he finally pulls back, he places a hand on your belly.

“I love you both so much." He says softly.