“Wow, he was hungry.” Jameson’s eyes got wide as hewatched our son eat.
I laughed. “He’s always like this when I feed him. Heacts as though I’ll never feed him again.” My eyes met Jameson’s when his handwas still on my ass, caressing it. “Kind of likesomeoneelse I know.”
“Point taken,” He grumbled and waited for me to finishfeeding our son.
Although once the feeding, burping, changing and rockingwas finished...theother thingswere dealt with. Many times.
As I said before, everything had changed.
In 365 days, 52 weeks, 8,765 hours, or 525,948 minutes mylife had change completely.
Then it starts all over on New Year’s Day and who knowswhat this next year will bring.
4.Rebound – Jameson
Rebound – In shockabsorbers, a rebound adjustment is a change to the dampening of the shock onthe expansion stroke. Without rebound dampening, the car would want to bounce asit passed over bumps on the track. Rebound adjustments can also affect how theweight of the car shifts around during braking, acceleration and cornering.
“I know you don’t want to leave us but it’s your job.”Sway told me as we stood in Axel’s bedroom discussing my schedule for the nextfew weeks. “I understand.” Her hand came up, brushing my hair away from myforehead. January had flown by with testing and racing was now starting again.
“I know...it’sjust hard now. I want you guys with me.”
This last month since Axel was born, I had spent everyminute I could with the two of them, enjoying the chance to finally be afamily—even if it was only for a month—I’d take it. I’d take any moment I wasgiven.
“We will be in Las Vegas with you,” she offered.
“It’s just not the same. Last year you were there atDaytona.” I shrugged looking down at my feet. “I just...wanted you there, as my wife. It’s retarded I know—”
Her finger silenced me. “It’s not retarded, Jameson. Iknow exactly what you mean.”
I almost forgot how well she actually knew me.
We both turned to look down at Axel when he whimpered.Sway had him buckled in his car seat.
“What’s on him?” she asked examining his hair.
Kneeling down, I took a closer look. “I’m not sure...it looks like...youhave to be fucking kidding me...LOGAN!”I yelled after him.
Lane turned to Sway with an arm full of Legos.
“I not do that.” He smiled. “Can I hold him?”
“Sure buddy, just let me get this peanut butter out ofhis hair.” Sway replied while I ran after Logan.
I found him hiding in our pantry, snickering to himselfas he ate peanut butter with a spoon. I grabbed his scrawny arm and pulled himout, sitting him on the counter so I could look him in the eye.
“Listen to me.” I growled. “Stop acting like an asshole.”
He held out his hand.
“I don’t think so. I only give money out to kids I don’twant to corrupt. You start resembling a normal child andmaybeI’llwatch my mouth around you.”
“He wanted peanut butter.” Logan replied trying to defendhis actions.
“He can’t even talk. What would make you think he wantedpeanut butter?”
Logan shrugged carelessly. “He whimpered.”
“He always whimpers.”
