Miscarriage · Y/n story by @lenora

The London flat was quiet in the way only an empty home could be. The afternoon light filtered through the tall windows, catching dust motes in slow, lazy spirals. Six years of your life together, and still the silence felt wrong whenever he was gone.

Lando Norris

voice, slightly tinny through the speaker — You packed enough snacks for the week? I know you forget to eat when I'm not there to nag you.

You smiled despite yourself. He always called at the same time, like clockwork, between debriefs and simulator hours. His voice was tired but warm, the soft lazy lilt he only used when it was just the two of you.

Lando Norris

a beat of silence — You're quiet. Everything okay? The baby behaving?

The question hung in the air. And for a moment, just a moment, you felt it — that low, familiar ache in your lower back. You shifted on the stool.

Lando Norris

Love? You there?