Page 87 of The Champion
“See, that track hates me. Loves you, hates me.”
Making my way back into the kitchen to check on the foodand make sure everything was kept stocked; I realized our house was full. Mostof Jameson’s pit crew was there along with the sprint car teams and most of ourfamily as well.
With all this excitement around, I was still nervous thatI was once again pregnant. I thought back to when I got pregnant the first timewith Axel during our “friends with benefits” days.
This was different in so many ways, but it didn’t stop mefrom being nervous.
What if he didn’t want another kid?
We had finally adjusted to Axel and traveling with him,how would one more fit into that?
So there I was milling this over in the kitchen andeating cookies when Jameson approached me from behind.
“Here,” his drink in hand swung around the front of me ashe placed his chin on my shoulder. “Ami made it. It’s good.”
“What is it?” I sniffed the cup. “Christ almighty, isthere anything besides alcohol in there?”
He chuckled and took a drink. “It’s Root Beer and rum.Mostly rum,” He pushed it toward me again. “It’s good.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” I turned in his arms toface him.
“You’re not drinking?” his eyebrow arched in question asone hand rubbed down his jaw.
“No...nottonight,”
“But I won the Chili Bowl,” he pouted. “We’recelebrating.”
“I know that,” I sighed and hugged him. “I just...well I...”
Sensing my hesitation as I fumbled over my words, hepulled back to look at me. A long moment passed before he smiled. “Are you...?”
I didn’t know what to say so I nodded.
“Say it.” he demanded with a smirk.
“What?”
“Say it.” he repeated, the smirk growing into a fullfledge grin.
I slapped his shoulder and stuck another cookie in mymouth.
“Why?”
Jameson stood quiet for a moment before he tipped hishead to the side. “I just want to hear you say it.”
Our eyes locked, that silent bond between each otherspoke. He wanted me to say it because when I found out with Axel, I neveractually told him, he guessed it, which he did again. He wanted to hear thewords this time.
I leaned forward, motioning for him to come closer beforeI smiled; he trapped me between the counter and the island with his arms,hovering over me.
“I’m pregnant.” I whispered in his ear. His arms thatwere wrapped around my waist tightened. “Are you happy?” you couldn’tmiss the apprehension in my tone.
“Yes, of course I am,” he pulled back to look at me, hisfingers curled under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Did you think I’dbe mad?”
“Well no,” I paused and looked around as Ryder walked intothe kitchen to get food and drinks. “I just...Iworried that adding another kid would complicate this more for you.”
“Nothing is complicated about us expanding our family.”
“So you’re okay with it?”
