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 son named louis. he was perfect. lando’s curls and eyes while he had your dimples and freckles as well as a hint of your french accent. he was the highlight of your lives.

today was louis’ first day at pre-school. now louis was a clingy boy and an anxious one, which he inherited from you. so he wasn’t excited.

you and lando drove him through monaco to his new pre-school, in lando’s lambourghini urus.

you and lando both got out the car and louis was clinging onto your hand. he was in some comfy trousers and a t-shirt with a hoodie in his small backpack.

lando had a lowkey outfit to keep himself from drawing attention. he had a hoodie and some grey cargos on, meanwhile i had a jumper and jeans on.