Lando Norris x Family!Norris
It was one of those mornings that started off completely fine…until it wasn’t.
YN’s phone call had come just as Lando was getting the kids dressed for media day.
“Love, there’s a work emergency,” she’d said, voice tight. “You’ll have to take them yourself.”
“You owe me so much for this, even if they're our children.”
And with that, Lando Norris was on dad duty — solo.
He was already running late, the twins were arguing over a single sock, and Aurora was twirling in her pink princess dress like she was about to attend a royal ball.
“Alright, team Norris,” Lando clapped his hands, trying to sound upbeat. “Let’s get ready for—”
“I’m wearing this!” Aurora announced, lifting the hem of her sparkly tulle skirt. “It’s my Belle dress!”
Lando blinked. “You’ve been wearing that since breakfast.”
She nodded proudly. “I’m a princess.”
Theo appeared next, wearing pajama shorts, a hoodie two sizes too big, and one of Lando’s McLaren caps backwards.
“You look…” Lando squinted. “Stylish?”
Theo shrugged. “It’s comfy.”
And then came Milo. The youngest strutted in wearing mismatched shoes, a Lightning McQueen t-shirt, and sunglasses that were definitely from the kids’ section of a petrol station.
“Ready, daddy!” Milo shouted, striking a pose.
Lando just stared at them — his chaotic, tiny trio — and sighed.
“Alright,” he muttered. “We’re going as is.”
By the time they reached the paddock, Lando’s sanity was hanging by a thread. Aurora insisted on holding his hand and twirling every five steps. Theo was walking while eating the cereal bar Lando had told him not to bring, and Milo kept shouting “PAPA’S CAR FAST!!” to random mechanics.
Fans were already gathered outside the gates, phones up, snapping photos. The moment the Norris family arrived, chaos turned into pandemonium.
“Is that Aurora in a princess dress?!”
“Milo’s sunglasses are killing me!”
“Theo looks like mini-Lando with that hoodie!”
Lando couldn’t help but laugh, embarrassed and proud all at once.
“Okay, guys, stick together. No running— Milo! I said no— oh, brilliant.”
Milo was now running toward the McLaren hospitality area yelling, “I go see Oscar!”
Oscar Piastri turned around mid-conversation and burst out laughing.
“Nice outfit choice, mate,” he said, crouching to fist-bump the tiny speedster.
“I fast like daddy,” Milo declared.
“Faster, probably,” Oscar teased, glancing up at Lando.
“Don’t encourage him,” Lando groaned, running a hand through his hair. “YN’s gonna kill me when she sees what they’re wearing.”
Aurora, meanwhile, was holding court with one of the PR team members, showing off her tiara.
“Do you know I’m Princess Norris?” she said matter-of-factly. “My daddy drives a race car. That makes him the king.”
Theo was standing off to the side, munching on a cookie like a quiet bodyguard. Every now and then, he’d mumble, “She’s dramatic,” when Aurora twirled too close.
When the media interviews started, the chaos only grew.
“Lando, we’ve got a special guest with you today!”
“Actually, three,” he sighed, motioning to the tiny tornadoes.
Aurora waved at the camera. “Hi, I’m Belle.”
Theo looked at the interviewer and said, “We’re late because daddy can’t find socks.”
Lando nearly choked. “Okay, that’s— that’s not necessary information, bud.”
Then Milo grabbed the microphone.
The entire media pen burst into laughter. Cameras flashed. Someone posted the moment instantly, captioned:
“Lando Norris bringing the best pit crew in F1 history 🧡👑🚗”
YN’s text buzzed a minute later.
YN: I just saw the video. Why is Aurora in a ball gown?
Lando: Because arguing with a princess is a losing battle.
Another video appeared online of Aurora sitting on Lando’s lap in the McLaren motorhome while he answered questions. She was fixing his hair mid-interview, and he just let her.
“Does daddy drive fast?” a journalist asked her.
Aurora nodded solemnly. “Yes. But he still can’t do my ponytail right.”
Lando laughed so hard he couldn’t answer the next question.
By the end of the day, he was exhausted — but when the kids finally dozed off in the car, still wearing their ridiculous outfits, he couldn’t stop smiling.
He took a picture and sent it to YN.
Lando: The royal family of McLaren, sleeping after a long day.
YN: You did good, King Norris.
Lando: I survived. Barely.
He looked in the rearview mirror — Aurora clutching her tiara, Theo hugging his hoodie like a blanket, Milo snoring softly.
“Not bad for a one-man pit crew,” he murmured.
