Page 170 of The Legend
“I’m sureyou would.”
“Besides,Uncle Aiden and Uncle Spencer already scared the living shit out of the poorkid.”
“What doyou mean by kid? He’s older than you.”
“Really?”he looked over at me after shoving piece of candy in his mouth and then threwthe wrapper at me. “That’s all you heard?”
“I’m justsaying; it’s hard to call someone who is older than you, a kid.”
“Do youhave brain damage?”
“No, doyou?” I gave him a glare.
“Well I’venever been clinically tested.”
“Hmmm...thatexplains a lot. And I have been tested, I’mfine.”
Castenglared before smiling. “Stop distracting me head case. I had a point to comingin here.”
“And whatwas that?”
“Thatyou’re now a grandpa?”
“What?” Ijumped up and then regretted it when I smacked my shoulder against the walltrying to move too quickly.
“Settledown there old timer. You’ll break a hip.” I reached for my phone while Castenfollowed me outside the hauler.
“Whydidn’t they call?”
“Ithappened quickly, I guess. I didn’t ask for details. Child birth isn’tsomething I’m real interested in,” he admitted. “Now the making process—”
“Do youremember when you were ten and told me you were never having sex?”
“Ohplease…I was ten.” He looked at me like I was stupid. “That’s just obscene tothink I would tell you the truth.”
Sway wasbeaming when I finally found her inside my motor coach. “How come they didn’tcall us?”
She hadthe phone to her ear but moved it aside to speak. “Lily went into labor and thebaby was born within an hour. They didn’t have time.”
“I’d wantout if I was him too.” Casten added as we stepped inside the motor coach. “Didyou see that shit she eats? Who eats broccoli anyway? Unless you’re a turtle,”
“Turtlesdon’t eat broccoli...” I gave Casten astrange look, as didSway.
“Wellthen, what do they eat?”
“Fuck if Iknow, does it matter?”
“Apparently,you think you know what they eat.”
“Boys,stop it.” Sway interrupted us. “Let’s go see the baby.”
I sighedhanging my head and she knew. “I can’t honey. I have an interview with ESPN inan hour and then I have a signing at the dealership.”
She seemedsad for a moment but quickly shifted her expression change. “Well, we can gotomorrow then, after happy hour.”
It wastimes like this that really made the decision to retire final for me.
I wantedto be able to just go somewhere if I wanted and not have to worry aboutobligations. If I wanted to race, I raced. If I wanted to take my wife to CostaRico tomorrow, I could. I didn’t have to worry about what my sponsor wouldthink or if me getting injured would hurt my chances at the chase.