life had always been hard for you. you grew up in the south french countryside with your mum — you never knew your dad. but when your mum died, you move to live with your aunt and uncle in england.

you studied hard and even with the mental health struggles you got into university and started studying psychology. then, on a night out on holiday you met the love of your life — lando norris.

dating lando was hard sometimes. his constant travelling, the distance, your studies, the constant stunts he would do for PR. it was a lot more than you expected, but you love him. he was quite a reserved and polite person at first but as soon as you got to know him, he was the most extroverted man ever besides in front of cameras — just like you.

lando lived in monaco while you were still studying in england. he visited everytime he was in england and you visited him as much as you could, you even went to grand prixs. you were a very private couple but people knew about you two.

you eventually graduated and moved in with lando to monaco.

his family LOVES you. like really really. they adore you. your politeness, smartness, beauty.. everything really.

now you had your own family. you had a (pick girl or boy) named (pick name). they were perfect. lando’s curls and eyes while they had your dimples and freckles as well as a hint of your french accent. they was the highlight of your lives.

this week was the abu dhabi grand prix. lando could win the constructors championship for mclaren if he won.

lando had qualified pole for the race. it was amazing.

he made it happen that around on the day. “lando norris wins the abu dhabi grand prix and mclaren are the constructors champions!”

cheers erupt through the mclaren garage. you were stood with parents in the back of the garage. tears forming in your eyes as you hug cisca and adam.

you rush to parc ferme with his parents and (name) as well the mclaren mechanics and engineers.

you stand behind the barriers at the front as he gets out his car, taking his helmet off. his hair was sweaty and so was he but he immediately hugged his team who were stood by the barriers too.

you stood with his parents as well as his youngest sister, cisca jr, and her boyfriend. (child name) was on your shoulders, yelling “papa!!!” loudly.