Driven By You

5. When Forever Begins 💍

The morning of the wedding dawned slowly, golden light spilling through the cracks in the curtains, painting the world in a quiet, hopeful glow. For the first time in what felt like forever, there were no engines revving, no radio calls, no strategy meetings—just the soft hush of anticipation that settled deep in the bones.

Lando and Oscar were getting married.

It wasn't nerves, not really. Not in the way Lando used to feel before a race, that twisting, uncertain kind of tension. This was different. It was a nervousness wrapped in excitement, like standing on the edge of something incredible, knowing all he had to do was take the leap.

They had spent the night apart, which had felt strange after years of being glued together. Lando had reached for Oscar at least three times in his sleep, only to find the space next to him empty. The absence was loud. But tradition was tradition, and it only made the anticipation stronger.

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Lando sat on the balcony of his hotel suite, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands. The city stretched out below him, still waking up, the streets quieter than usual. The cool morning air wrapped around him, a stark contrast to the warmth in his chest.

Max was sitting opposite him, legs kicked up onto the railing, his own coffee in hand. He wasn't saying much—he didn't need to. He just was, and that was enough.

"You okay?" Max finally asked, his voice breaking the comfortable silence.

Lando exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah. I think so." He smiled a little, shaking his head. "It doesn't feel real, though. Like, it's actually happening."

Max smirked. "You sound surprised."

"I don't know, I guess part of me thought I'd always just be... Lando. You know, the guy who screws around, never takes things too seriously."

Max raised an eyebrow. "You've always taken Oscar seriously."

Lando blinked at that.

Max wasn't wrong. From the moment Oscar had entered his life, it had been different. There was no half-measure with him, no second-guessing. It had just been. Effortless.

Lando looked down at the notebook resting on his lap, fingers tracing the edges. His vows weren't written yet—not properly, at least. He had thought about them, had felt them, but getting the words onto the page was harder than expected.

"Do you think I should say something funny?" Lando asked, glancing up at Max.

Max rolled his eyes. "No. You always say something funny. Try saying something that'll actually make him cry."

Lando huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. "I hate you."

"No, you don't," Max smirked. "Now stop overthinking and write the damn thing."

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While Lando had the city stretching out below him, Oscar had the lake.

He had taken his notebook down to the dock, where the water was impossibly still, reflecting the soft hues of the morning sky. The air smelled fresh, tinged with pine and the faint scent of last night's bonfire.

Logan was sitting beside him, cross-legged, picking at a blade of grass between his fingers.

"So," Logan said, glancing over at him. "Are you gonna cry?"

Oscar let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. "Why is that everyone's question?"

"Because it's a valid question," Logan grinned. "I mean, you're about to marry the guy you've been head over heels for since the day you met. If you don't cry, I might."