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His Whole World in Two People

Charles Leclerc x Wife!Reader

The paddock had seen Charles Leclerc in many forms—focused, serious, intense behind the wheel. But recently, The entire F1 world had started seeing a new Charles.

The “husband and dad Charles.”

It started with the first time YN showed up to a Grand Prix with their son—Jules, who was barely walking but already had the Leclerc curls and those same green eyes that gave away who his father was in an instant.

Charles had scooped the boy up the moment he spotted them in the paddock, completely ignoring the cameras and interviewers nearby.

"Mon petit lion," my little he murmured, holding Jules like he was something fragile and magical all at once. “Tu me portes chance.”You bring me luck.

That video alone had gone viral. But what fans really loved was what came next.

Charles didn’t let go of either of them.

Every time he wasn’t in the garage or in meetings, he was with them. YN, tucked under his arm, Jules sitting on his shoulders with both tiny hands gripping Charles’s hair and giggling. Even when Charles walked onto the grid pre-race, he’d glance over to the side, scanning the crowd for YN and Jules, like he couldn’t fully lock in until he saw them safe and smiling.

There was a clip from Monaco—Charles putting his arm around YN after a chaotic day, his eyes narrowing when a photographer stepped too close to her. That moment had fans spiraling.

“Protective Charles is my Roman Empire.”

“Not him moving her behind him like a security guard 😭😭😭 husband coded.”

“Charles Leclerc breathing = hot.

Charles Leclerc with a baby and his wife = emotional damage.”

But it wasn’t just how protective he was—it was how obsessed he was.

He posted pictures of Jules sleeping on his chest, captioned simply, “He sleeps better than me.”

Stories of YN dancing with Jules in the kitchen to old Italian songs.

Videos of Charles reading bedtime stories in a French accent that made everyone’s heart melt.

And during one press conference, when a reporter joked,

“Charles, does Jules already have a favorite driver?”

Charles had smirked and said,

“No. He has a favorite person. It’s his mama.”

He said it so casually, but the smile he gave the camera after? The kind that said he knew exactly how lucky he was.

Even the other drivers started teasing him for being whipped.

“Charles is not coming out tonight, he’s got baby duty,” Pierre laughed in a vlog.

“He FaceTimes them at least five times a day,” Carlos added. “I’ve seen it.”

But Charles didn’t care. He wore his love for his little family loud and proud.

Every win was for them.

Every tired moment after a long race weekend ended with Jules’s arms around his neck and YN kissing his temple.

Every piece of him belonged to them—and he made sure the world knew it.

Because for Charles, F1 would always be his dream.

But YN and Jules?

They were his everything.

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I need more dad!daniel please x

Your wish is my command love🥰

A New Baby in Town

“Daddy?….Daddy?” Daniel woke up to soft tapping on his cheek. His princess sitting up on his chest. “Daddy wake.” She began to sniffle and gasp on air. The key sign his two year old was about to burst out crying. “What’s up darling?” he asks right before he yawns and pulls her down into his arms, not even opening his eyes. He was used to Layla crawling into the bed midway through the morning and her demanding cuddles. “Mumma sick. I not like mumma sick.” she whines into his chest. “mhmm” he agrees before realising what his daughter was telling him as he heard you in the bathroom. “Wait what? Baby stay here I’m gonna help mum.” He tells her, passing her a dummy from his side of the table and pushing back her curls as she crawls into the warmth of the spot he was just lying in.

As he walks in he sees a test on the side of the counter and you slumped by the toilet. “I certainly didn’t miss this stage” You tell him. “AHAH we are having another baby!” he shouted before you shushed him. “Babe yes sorry it wasn’t a grand reveal but I feel like shit. Can we not tell Layla yet. She is already so jealous with Isaac, I dread her sharing you with another child in the house.” He nods but still sits beside her on the bathroom floor and pulls her in for a cuddle. “We are having another baby! God I love you,” he says smiling into your neck.

9 months later…

Introducing your daughter to your newest little girl was going to be hard no matter when you did it. She cried on and off for a week when you told her there was a baby coming to the house. Seeking comfort in only Daniel and refusing to speak to you about it. Thankfully, Daniels parents took her for the first couple days so you could get settled and get comfortable feeding a newborn again. But today she was coming home and you still didn’t feel ready. You loved her so so much and were glad she was coming home but her reaction to the newborn was keeping you awake more than the newborn themselves.

“Y/N honey, we are home” You hear Grace come in the front door and strapped your nursing bra back up. Your little girl quietly slid into the living room and stood by the couch. Daniel and Grace coming in behind her, Dan carrying her overnight bags. “Come say hi darling.” You said holding the baby on a pillow on your lap and one hand out to her so she could come sit beside you. She took one look at you and the baby and hid in Daniels leg. “C’mon let’s meet the baby together shall we?” He said bringing her over to sit on his lap beside you. Grace snapped as many pictures as she could from the sofa across from you. Watching her grandchildren meet brought tears to her eyes. Moments like these were precious.

Everyday was a learning curve with two under two. Jealousy was a BIG issue from the first night. Grace was kind enough to cook your whole family dinner before she left. Even sitting down to feed your youngest your oldest girl was still acting very shy. You could hear her talking to Daniel in the kitchen. She’d stuck by his hip since she got back.

“No no baby mummy and baby don’t need space at the table, they can eat on the couch.” He tells his curly haired double. “Why?” She asks through her dummy. Something she had barely let go of since she got home from her grannies. Both you and Daniel thought it might of been a cry for attention but it wasn’t causing her any problems so you left her to use it whenever she wanted. “Cause mummy and sissy need to be comfy so sissy can eat too.” Immediately the toddler burst into tears. Daniel turned from dishing out the dinner to pick up Layla. “What’s wrong beautiful heyyy hey hey calm down” he attempts to soothe her as she spits out her dummy onto the floor and begins nearly screaming into his shoulder.” If Daniel knew anything, it’s that if Layla was crying, you would be crying too. Those damn hormones.

Taking your oldest upstairs, Daniel picked up another dummy on his way and sent you a soft smile as he walked passed the living room door. Just as he expected tears were running down your face. Gently your stroked your youngest’s face. “I swear she likes you bub, she just loves her mummy and daddies attention,” you whisper down at Lily. She pays you no attention back. Her mouth sucking away as her tiny hands grab at your chest and rolled up t-shirt. Wiping your tears, you try and relax into the sofa. You know the stress is no good for the feeding but you just want both your girls to be happy.

“Alright little one tell me what’s going on? hmmm why you so upset with Daddy?” Daniel asks the distraught toddler. Her little legs dangle off the bed as he sits on his knees in front of her. Layla gasps as she tries to cry and talk at the same time. “Just…want my mummy back….daddy wants new baby…I’m not baby.” Sobs racked the entire little girls body and Daniel passed her the dummy he brought up as he picked her back up to soothe her once again. He thought a part of his heart was fully dislodged from his chest. How dare he of let his little girl feel like that. Daniel tried to put Layla back on the bed once she’d calmed down but she clung round his neck and refused. Instead he turned around and sat her on his lap, his arms still around her.

“Hey, let daddy see your pretty face.” Very slowly she retracted from his neck. Her big brown eyes riddled with tears, shiny tracks down her face. Her dummy still firmly in place with only her red cheeks showing either side. “Your mummy and I love you so soooo much little one.” He begins, unsure of where to take the conversation. “Just because sissy is here doesn’t mean we have gone away. Lily just keeps mummy very busy cause she has to eat and drink with mummy. Remember when you ate and drank with mummy?” Layla gave a quick nod of her head. It took you forever to ween Layla so she only stopped feeding about a year ago when she turned two. “You know how much it made you big and strong just like big girl food does now?” Again Layla gave a little nod, one of her thick curls falling only her face. Daniel pushed it back lightly, “So Lily needs to spend lots of time with mummy so she can get big and strong like you did. Then she can play with you when she’s bigger.” Layla looked blankly at her dad. Daniel was unsure what else to say. How could you explain loving children equally to a newly three year old. Until he remembered what Michelle told Isaac. He gave Layla’s forehead a gentle kiss and pulled her in tighter for a cuddle. “You know how you have lots of teddy bears and you love all of them the same? That’s like mummy and daddy with you and Lily. We love you both the very same. But Lily does stinky nappies so we have to help her more so she’s not smelly.” Daniel tried his shot at a joke to lighten the little girls mood. Much to his amusement it works and the little girl giggles. “Will we go see if Lily is stinky for mummy?” Layla sneaks her head out and nods once more.

Standing up, still holding his now exhausted princess, he makes his way downstairs. Your lying on the couch, finally getting a break while Lily sleeps in her basket to your left. “Hi babygirl, you okay?” you ask as Layla reaches for you out of Daniels arms. “Careful baby mummy is still-” “it’s okay mummy is fine. Very happy to see her big girl. Mummy wants all the cuddles cause daddy has had loads. Greedy daddy.” you say squeezing her as you speak. Giggling loudly she says “silly mummy.” Daniel knows you just don’t want her to feel rejected by you, so ignoring how uncomfortable it was sitting right would have to suffice.

“Daniel…Daniel” you say throwing a muslin at him. “Dan wake up babe.” He leans forward off the sofa which you all appear to have fallen asleep on after watching an episode or two of paw patrol while Layla caught you up on the nursery drama and art projects. “Lily is about to fuss but Layla is fast asleep can you take her before she wakes up.” Daniel nods sleepily. “Cmere princess” He says lifting her off you and she quickly snuggles into his arms. You pick up Lily and begin feeding her before she gets the chance to cry. Dan and you smile at each other through the dim lighting of the living room. “We are gonna get pretty good at this double the trouble stuff” you whisper at him. “Just wait till we are outnumbered. We need that boy, darling.” Daniel winks back at you, a hand sliding up and down your thigh. “In your dreamiest of dreams Ricciardo. Not for at least another 2 years.” “Oh yeah cause Lily was planned” He rolls his eyes and you gently slap the shoulder Layla’s head isn’t on. “I don’t know if your sperm can create boys Riccy” You joke at him and move to burp Lily. “My sperm are perfectly capable of making boys thank you very much and in 1 year 11 months and 28 days i’ll prove that.” You giggle and his stupidity and shake your head. “I never thought i’d be sitting on this couch talking about your sperms’ capability while holding our two children.” Daniel laughs loudly then covers his mouth checking quickly he hasn’t woken either of his babies. Sliding closer to you, her puts and arm around you. “I love you, thank you for your capabilities of growing them.” You make a disgusted face but kiss him softly none the less. Leaning your head on his shoulder and enjoying a moment of reflection and silence.

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Don’t Talk About My Mummy

Lando Norris x Family!Norris

You were just trying to enjoy a quiet lunch with Aurora and the twins at a café near the beach, sunglasses on, hair tied back, and a half-eaten sandwich in your hand. Lando was off doing media duties, and you'd promised the kids a “mummy day.”

Aurora was sitting beside you, carefully feeding Milo bites of her chicken nuggets while Theo made a ketchup mess across the table. She was a natural little helper — your shadow in every way.

Then it happened. You didn’t mean to hear it, but the table behind you was whispering just loud enough.

“She’s only famous because she married Lando.”

“Can’t believe she shows off like that. Acting like she’s perfect. Bet she’s stuck up.”

“And that kid? You can already tell she thinks she’s better than everyone.”

You froze for a second, heart dropping. It wasn’t the first time you’d heard whispers like that, but it never got easier — not when you were just trying to be a good wife, a good mum, a good person.

Before you could say anything, a tiny hand gripped yours tightly.

Aurora.

She’d gone quiet. Her lips were pressed together, brows furrowed in the exact way Lando’s did when he was angry. Then she stood on her chair, turned around, and loudly declared:

“DON’T talk about my mummy!”

The entire café fell silent. You felt every head turn.

“She’s the best mummy in the world! And she’s not stuck up — she’s NICE. And I’m not better than everyone. But I am better than people who are mean!”

You blinked. Your heart was in your throat. Theo stopped playing with ketchup. Milo just stared.

Aurora crossed her arms and gave the table of women the fiercest glare an almost-five-year-old could muster. “You need to apologize.”

You reached out and gently tugged her back into her seat, cheeks burning but heart bursting. “Rory, baby—”

“No, mummy,” she said seriously, eyes still locked on the women. “They were being mean. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You whispered, “Thank you, sweetheart,” and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

Later, when Lando came home and heard the story, he high-fived Aurora and told her, “You’re officially the family bodyguard now.”

Aurora nodded proudly. “Don’t worry, Daddy. I got Mummy’s back.”

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Daddy’s Here

Lando Norris x Family!Norris

You knew something was off the moment Milo woke up with flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. He didn’t even ask for breakfast, just crawled into your lap and rested his head against your chest, warm and heavy.

"He’s burning up," you whispered, brushing his curls off his damp forehead.

Lando, who was still in pajama bottoms and an old hoodie, kneeled in front of you both. "Hey, buddy… not feeling good?"

Milo only whimpered and reached out for him.

You blinked in surprise — usually, when he was sick, Milo clung to you like a koala. But this time, he wanted Lando.

Lando gently scooped him up, cradling him close. "Okay, I’ve got you," he murmured softly.

Milo buried his face into Lando’s chest with a tired little sigh, his thumb finding his mouth.

Lando sat on the couch, holding him so gently, rubbing slow circles on his back. "You’re so warm, little man," he whispered, pressing a kiss to Milo’s hair.

You brought over the thermometer and some medicine, but Milo only peeked up at Lando, bleary-eyed, then nuzzled in closer like he didn’t want to move for anything in the world.

"Okay, okay," Lando whispered. "We’ll stay right here. Daddy’s not going anywhere."

He shifted so that Milo could rest fully against his chest, one small hand clutching the fabric of Lando’s hoodie. Lando kissed his head again and again, whispering soft reassurances.

You sat beside them, watching your husband rock your sick little boy gently, his hand never stopping its soothing motion.

"How are you so good at this?" you whispered.

Lando’s voice was soft, emotional. "He’s so small… and he needs me." He looked down at Milo, who was half-asleep on his chest. "He picked me."

Your heart swelled.

Lando rested his cheek on top of Milo’s head and closed his eyes, holding him like the most precious thing in the world.

Hours passed in that same position. You made tea and sat with them, but Lando never once shifted or put Milo down. Every now and then, he whispered little comforts.

"You’re doing so good, buddy."

"I’ve got you."

"Daddy’s right here."

When Milo eventually woke up with a weak cough and a whimper, Lando gently adjusted him and kissed his damp forehead.

"Want water?" he whispered.

Milo nodded weakly, and Lando held the cup for him, helping him sip. Then Milo cuddled straight back into his chest.

"Still me?" Lando asked with a quiet smile.

Milo nodded again, his eyes fluttering closed.

You reached over and squeezed Lando’s hand. "He knows he’s safe with you."

Lando exhaled shakily, his voice low. "I’ve never loved anything more than this moment."

That night, you found them both asleep on the couch: Milo curled into Lando’s chest, and Lando holding him tightly, one hand protectively over Milo’s little back.

And you couldn’t help but think — this was everything.

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Milo’s Shadow: Growing Through Separation Anxiety

Lando Norris x Wife!Reader

Baby Stage (8 months – 1.5 years)

It started subtly. At first, Milo would fuss a little when YN left the room, his chubby arms flailing in the air, big eyes brimming with tears the second she disappeared from view. If she stepped into the kitchen, he’d wail from the high chair. If she put him in the crib and walked away—even for a second—his cries echoed through the baby monitor.

Lando once joked, “He doesn’t need a baby monitor. He is the monitor.”

It was endearing but exhausting. Milo wouldn’t nap unless YN lay beside the crib, whispering soft lullabies with her hand resting on his chest. His tiny fist would clutch her finger like a lifeline. Even if Lando tried to take over, it was her he wanted.

“Just one pee break,” she whispered once, tiptoeing away from his bassinet.

Cue: chaos.

Milo screamed like the world had ended.

So she learned to carry him in a wrap while folding laundry, brushing her teeth, even while cooking—with Lando hovering nearby in case it got dangerous.

“He’s obsessed with you,” Lando murmured with a half-smile.

And YN would whisper back, “He’s my little shadow.”

Toddler Stage (2 – 4 years)

If Milo couldn’t see her, he searched. He tottered from room to room with his plush bunny dragging behind him, calling, “Mama? Mamaaaa?” with increasing urgency.

“Sweetheart, I’m just in the bathroom,” she’d say, opening the door mid-toothbrushing.

He’d stare up at her, bottom lip trembling. “I thought you went away.”

He followed her everywhere—into closets, the pantry, even the shower once (fully clothed, because he couldn’t bear the thought of waiting). If she disappeared for longer than a minute, the anxiety hit like a tidal wave.

“Lando,” YN whispered one night, “Should we be worried?”

Lando shook his head, ruffling Milo’s curls as he clung to YN’s leg. “He just loves you. Like, really loves you.”

Sleep was better—but only if she stayed beside him until he dozed off, and sometimes he’d wake up crying in the middle of the night, padding into their room with wide, sleepy eyes. “I need Mama.”

It wasn’t neediness, not really. It was love. Fierce, unconditional, overwhelming love.

Child Stage (5 – 7 years)

He got better. The tears became fewer, and the clinginess softened into quiet habits.

But the core feeling stayed.

If YN had to leave for errands, he asked for countdowns. “Okay, if you go at 10, you’ll be back by 11:30?” He’d make her pinky promise. He’d sit by the window, chin on the sill, watching for the car.

Sometimes, he'd sneak one of her sweaters onto his bed when she was gone. “It smells like you,” he mumbled when she asked. “It helps.”

And though he was older now—going to school, making friends—if he had a rough day or felt overwhelmed, he still reached for her hand.

“Are you staying home today?” he'd whisper before school.

“Always here when you come back,” she promised every time.

And he believed her.

Because to Milo, home wasn’t the house.

It was her.

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First Day of School

Lando Norris x Wife!Reader

Lando had been dreading this day for weeks. Every time he thought about Aurora starting school, a strange lump formed in his throat. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to go—he knew she had to—but the idea of his little girl, his firstborn, stepping into a world without him constantly by her side made his chest ache.

“She’s going to love it,” you reassured him as you packed Aurora’s lunchbox, slipping in a small note with a smiley face. “You know how excited she’s been.”

Lando sighed, sitting at the kitchen counter, watching Aurora and the twins play with their toy cars on the floor. “I know, but—”

“Daddy, look!” Aurora beamed, holding up one of Lando’s McLaren model cars. “I made a race track!”

Lando forced a smile, crouching down next to her. “That’s amazing, sweetheart. Are you excited for school today?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! I get to make new friends and learn fun things! And guess what? I have a purple backpack!”

“You do,” he said softly, brushing a stray curl from her forehead. “A very cool purple backpack.”

You checked the time and clapped your hands together. “Alright, guys! Let’s get dressed. We don’t want to be late for Aurora’s first day.”

Aurora practically ran to her room to change, while the twins, Theo and Milo, whined about not wanting her to go. Lando, on the other hand, moved slower than ever.

“You’re being dramatic,” you teased as you grabbed his hand and pulled him up. “She’s not moving out. She’ll be home by lunchtime.”

“I know,” he mumbled. “But still.”

The drive to school was filled with Aurora’s excited chatter. She swung her legs back and forth in her car seat, talking about all the things she wanted to do—make a best friend, learn how to read big books, and maybe even have a cool teacher like Miss Honey from Matilda.

Lando tried his best to smile and engage, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened as they neared the school.

“Okay,” you said as Lando parked the car, turning to face Aurora. “You ready, my love?”

Aurora nodded, but when she saw all the other kids walking into the building, she hesitated. Her small hand reached for Lando’s. “Daddy, will you hold my hand?”

Lando’s heart nearly burst. “Of course, baby.”

Hand in hand, the three of you walked toward the school. Aurora clutched her purple backpack straps, eyes wide with curiosity as she took in her new surroundings.

Her teacher, a warm-looking woman named Mrs. Harris, greeted her at the door. “You must be Aurora! We’re so happy to have you in class.”

Aurora hesitated for a moment, looking up at Lando, as if asking if it was okay to let go. Lando crouched down, his hands resting on her tiny shoulders. “You’re going to have the best time, okay? Mommy and I will be right here when school’s over.”

She nodded, then did something that nearly made Lando collapse—she threw her arms around his neck and squeezed tightly. “Love you, Daddy.”

Lando swallowed the lump in his throat and hugged her just as tightly. “I love you too, princess.”

With a final wave, Aurora followed Mrs. Harris inside, disappearing into a sea of tiny backpacks and excited children.

Lando didn’t move.

“Lando,” you whispered, placing a hand on his arm.

He exhaled sharply. “Let’s just—let’s stay for a bit. Just in case.”

You sighed, but smiled softly. “Fine. Five minutes.”

Lando leaned against the car, arms crossed, eyes never leaving the classroom window. He could see Aurora chatting animatedly with another little girl, already settling in.

Then it happened.

Aurora turned toward the window, her eyes scanning before landing on Lando. She grinned, waving eagerly.

Lando waved back, and that was it. The dam broke.

He sniffled, wiping at his eyes. “She waved at me.”

You laughed, wrapping an arm around his waist. “She did.”

“She’s so brave.”

“She is.”

Lando exhaled, finally stepping away from the car. “Okay. We can go now.”

You took his hand and squeezed it. “Proud of her?”

“More than anything,” he whispered.

And as the two of you drove away, Lando couldn’t help but glance in the rearview mirror, already counting down the hours until he could see his little girl again.