Page 23 of The Champion
“Is that normal?” Jameson asked me.
“Iswhatnormal?”
“The crying...itcan’t be normal,” he ran his hand over the back of his neck. “can it?”
“What the fuck did you think was going to happen when wehad the baby?” I snapped. “They cry.”
“Well,” he lifted my chin for me to look at him, tearsfalling down my cheeks. “I would expect it from the child...not from you.”
“I’m sorry!” I wailed. “I have no clue what I’m doing andneither do you!” the baby’s diaper was on backward, how that was possible wasbeyond me, you’d think he would have noticed when he put the straps on. Thiswas our fifth day of being parents and one would think we would have beengetting into the swing of things, but no. “I’m so tired. Last night...I tried to breastfeed Mr. Jangles thinkingit was the baby, imagine my surprise when I felt fur and him purring. I justneed sleep!”
What did Jameson do? He started laughing.
“At least you didn’t try to breast feed me,” his face becamecompletely serious. “That would have been...”he paused for a moment. “Awkward.”
I slapped his shoulder. “Can’t you breastfeed? I needsome sleep.”
“Not happening. I don’t care if Aiden thinks he can. I’mnot doing it.” He told me taking the baby from me while I continued to cry.“But Iwillfeed him the milk you’ve been pumping.” He offered lookingdown at me as I fixed my bra, gazing at the enormous foodbags. “They’re huge.”
“Don’t remind me.” I pushed them together for fun. “Theyresemble Dolly Pardon’s breasts, only full of milk.”
Jameson just laughed and carried Axel out of our room soI could get some sleep in our new Egyptian cotton sheets Emma purchased for us.
And if you’ve never slept on Egyptian cotton sheets,you’re missing out.
The following day Jameson and I were supposed to do aninterview with Maggie Summers from SPEED. Alas, there I was hiding in ourmaster closet from Dana.
While organizing my shoes by color out of pure boredom, Iheard Jameson enter the room and open the door, smirking.
“Why are you on the floor? Get up.” He reached for me.“The reporter will be here soon.”
I put my fingertips to his lips and “shh’d” himand then mouthed the word, “Dana.”
Didn’t need to say much else.
“Who let her in?” he seethed in a flat but timid voice.
He was still scared of Dana, his peppy stalker fan, andfor good reason. The woman had some stagger issues for sure.
“Emma.”
“I’ll fucking kill her.” He went to stand but I pulledhim back down with me.
“If Dana see’s you...shewon’t leave.”
His chin jerked up as he thought for a moment. “Goodpoint...I know where Emma lives. I canpay her back later.”
Emma and Aiden recently purchased a house together inMooresville next to the one Jameson had built for us. Jameson was not happyabout that by the way. This is also why we planned to live in the Summit Lakehouse this year instead of the one in Mooresville. Sure Jameson was going tospend the majority of the year on the road, but once Axel was a couple monthsold we planned on traveling with him.
After much discussion following Axel’s birth, we decidedI would step down as general manager at the track for now and concentrate onbeing a family. Jameson hired Andrea to take over which turned out to be abetter idea. She was better at the planning than I was.
“How long has she been down there?” Jameson groanedthrowing one of his shoes at the wall.
“Ten minutes, maybe.” I leaned back against the wall,pulling one of my black heels from under my ass.
He looked around the closet. “Where’s the baby?”
I held up the monitor. “In his room with Lane,”
