Page 86 of The Champion
Alley swung her arm up and smacked Emma in the throat.
“There are children present Emma.” Nancy told her.
Lane hopped down from the bed, went over to Emma and heldout his hand out.
Axel followed suit and did the same thing.
“Since when does he do that?” she asked pointing towardAxel after handing Lane a dollar bill.
“I’m not sure. Last week he pooped a dime so I’m assumingsomeone is giving him money.”
Axel and Lane were satisfied with their money and satdown on the bed again.
“So you’re really pregnant?” Nancy asked helping Alleyoff the floor.
“Yes,” Alley spit out. “Your son and his super seedknocked me up.”
“That’s what the taboo should say!” Lane announcedhappily jumping up and down on the bed. “Suber seed,”
We all looked at one another. I started laughinghysterically. Nancy couldn’t help it and gave way to her snorts and giggles.
“Sway’s pregnant too.” Alley said in between her ownlaughs.
“Sell out.”
“Wait,” Nancy waved her arms around. “So you’re bothpregnant?”
You could literally see the excitement building. Nancywould adopt an entire country of children if she could. The only reason her andJimi stopped having kids was because Nancy had too many problems having Emma sosoon after Jameson that their doctor advised them not to have any more.
“Try to control your enthusiasm.” I told her. “Youalready have five grandkids, seven if you count the Lucifer twins—which you dofor some reason.”
“That doesn’t matter. I love all my grandchildren, eventhe ones that are not technically mine.”
Just as she said this, Charlie, who she had picked upfrom the stroller, puked all down the front of her. She held him close, pukeand all. “Regardless of what they do,”
The next few days passed quickly and I found myselfkeeping busy with Axel to avoid the truth. I was pregnant again. I made it tothe doctor in town to confirm and sure enough, another positive result.
And then finally the day came when Jameson was set toarrive home. I did the only thing I knew to do to avoid reality. I made cookiesand then that turned into a full on feast.
“Do I tell him now, or do I wait?” That was the questionI’d been repeating to myself for the last three hours.
Any minute now Jameson would be home from the Chili Bowlthat he won. I wasn’t sure whether or not to tell him tonight or later. Ididn’t want to take away any excitement he had for his win with having anotherbaby. Not that it wasn’t exciting to have another child because it was but Ihated for anything to get in the way of the thrill of an earned victory at theChili Bowl.
And oh did the thrill shine. Jameson could hardly controlhimself that night. Once the guys got back around five on Sunday night,everyone gathered over at our house.
Already drunk, Jameson of course attacked me the momenthe walked through the door.
I went with it and then there I was, watching my verydrunk husband recount his victory.
“What I want to know is since Tommy set up both our cars...how the hell did you win?” Justin askedpicking up Lily who came running to him when Axel pushed her down and stole hisMr. Piggy back from her.
“Maybe the same reason why you always win Turkey Nightand I don’t,” Jameson replied leaning back in the chair. His eyes took on anamused look when he thought of all the times Justin had taken Turkey Night fromhim. “I swear Irwindale hates me. I’ve never run good there.”
“You won a few years back.” Justin reminded Jamesontaking a seat next to him.
Jameson chuckled. “Still...Ihaven’t won since. I’ve been every year since I was what...” he looked over at Spencer. “Seven?”
Spencer nodded.
