you and lando had known each other since you he moved to monaco. you two always had that passion and fire but it took a a year for you two realise it. now you two had been together 5 years and had a 3 year old son, theo.

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you knew lando would be a good day. you could tell. whenever he interacted with the kids at grand prixs, your heart would melt at how gentle and kind he was with them. you couldn’t wait to become a mum and this made your hopes high.

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theo was adorable. the spitting image of his father, even though he was a mama’s boy which was understandable as lando had to fly a lot for his job. he had beautiful brown curls and big blue eyes but he had your dimples and monegasque accent.

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it was theo’s first time ever attending one of his “home grand prixs.” he was part monegasque, as you were, and also dutch and english, as lando was. it was so exciting for him, especially as he was now in england and not monaco — as monaco was apparently “boring” compared to england..

theo was wearing a mclaren shirt and black cargos trousers with an “4” mclaren hat for his dad, while you had a papaya top on with some blue jeans.

lando had come p2, missing out on his first home win. he was obviously annoyed but after he came out the media pen, he softened. he had his race suit on and pushed down to his waist, revealing his black fireproofs as well as a backward mclaren cap.

but there you were stood, theo at your hip as you two waited to congratulate lando.