Black Flag (Racing on the Edge) (22 page)

It needed to be me and
her and not an accident. It needed to be right for us and not for anyone else.
But when was the right time? Would it be some place special? Would I know what
to say? Would she even say yes?

With all those thoughts
running through my mind, I was amazed I even got any sleep last night. Or maybe
it was the sex?

“Morning,” I whispered
kissing Sway’s forehead when the alarm blared.

“Are you watching me
sleep?” she asked with a grin rubbing her hands over her face.

“Maybe,”

“Weirdo.” she tried to
cover her face.

“I know,” I kissed her
once more moving her hands aside.

“Are you coming with me
this weekend?”

“
Please
,” she
rolled her eyes. “Of course I will be there.”

“
Mmmm
...
” I leaned into and kissed her one
passionate kiss, and then pulled away. “Thank you,”

Sway’s eyes squinted,
her cute little nose scrunched. “Before you thank me
...
” she gave me an apprehensive “I’m
sorry” look. “I kind of told the Lucifer twins they could come with us.”

My eyes narrowed at
her. “You have to be fucking kidding me!”

“No
...
I wish I was but no
...
I’m not.”

“At least are Charlie
and Andrea coming to keep track of the little monsters?”

She only nodded knowing
I was too upset now.

Awesome, the Lucifer
twins, a crazy Charlie and Andrea. At least Andrea was normal. Having them come
along was not my idea of the perfect weekend to propose to Sway.

If anything, they would
fuck it up for me worse than Spencer and Aiden could.

7.
               
Blocking
– Sway

Blocking – This happens
when another driver prevents the car from behind from passing. It’s acceptable
as long as the car blocking is not a lapped car. It’s sometimes viewed as
unsportsman
like conduct.

The morning we left for
Mooresville didn’t start off so well, actually, it sucked. I woke up, and
puked. I took a shower, and puked. Jameson got in the shower with me and I
puked. It was really embarrassing but Jameson took it like a champ. He was
sidetracked by the fact that I was now sporting a baby bump.

Up until that point, my
body hadn’t shown a single sign of being pregnant, aside from the enormous
funbags. The bump wasn’t big, but it
was
there.

Jameson was in awe and wouldn’t
stop touching me all morning. Every time I turned around his hands were on my
stomach, eyes wide with excitement. Finally, I told him if he touched my
stomach again I was going to junk punch him.

I was also incredibly
cranky. It might have something to do with the terrible tagalongs joining us
this week. It was a terrible idea to have them come along but Charlie had never
seen a live NASCAR Cup race, and that’s something everyone should see. And the
Lucifer twins had been begging me for months now to tag along. Hints the
terrible tagalongs were born. I was a little worried about Charlie flying in
his condition but Andrea assured me it would be fine. He was becoming crazier
by the day, so I agreed to this to spend as much time as I could with him.

I wish I was in better
spirits about them coming but alas, I wasn’t. To show you how shitty I was
feeling that day, I even denied Jameson sex. Clearly, I was not feeling like
myself.

Jameson pouted for a
good part of the morning until I made him an omelet. Whenever I needed to
distract him, I had a choice of showing him my funbags or giving him food.
Since showing the funbags would result in him wanting boring time, I chose
food.

While Jameson ate his
delicious omelet, Charlie came out of the Lucifer twins’ room ranting about
shit, actual shit.

“Logan, Lucas?” he
called out. They hid behind Andrea, knowing he was on a rampage this morning
already. “I just found shit in your room.”

“Our toys aren’t shit.”
Logan defended. He even placed his scrawny arms on his hips. “That’s not nice
to say.”

“No, I mean actual shit
...
like feces.”

Logan shrugged peeking
around Andrea’s leg. “It’s from my shoe
...
I
guess.”

“Well I should hope
it’s from your shoe, otherwise what the fuck?”

Getting everyone out
the door was a feat in itself. Logan whined about not being able to take his
Iron Man action figure. Jameson outlawed it when Logan threw it at him for the
hundredth time that morning. Lucas whined about Jameson burning his Star Wars
light saber earlier in the morning when he stabbed him with it. I would have
done the same thing so I hardly felt bad for either one of them. They should
know better than to fuck with Jameson. They should have a talk with Emma about
fucking with Jameson—she could tell them some stories, including the one where
she woke up glued to her bedroom wall because she stole his cell phone.

Once on the plane, I
attempted to read a pregnancy book with Jameson over my shoulder, reading along
with me.

It was annoying as fuck
having someone read over your shoulder. But what was even more annoying was
traveling with all these lunatics.

Up until now, I hadn’t
been listening to Charlie and his in depth conversation with Logan, who I’m
sure
had no clue what he was talking about. I didn’t want
any part of that conversation so I continued to read regardless of Jameson
breathing down my neck. It seemed like a better idea then listening to Charlie
and Logan.

When I got to the part
that talked about the baby kicking and that we could start to feel it soon,
Jameson craned his neck forward to look at me.

“Have you felt that
baby kick?” His eyes excited. I stared at him for a moment, the morning light
coming in from the small window beside us highlighted his stubble over his jaw.

“No
...
not
yet,” I lied.

I had my reasoning. When
he felt it, I wanted Jameson to think he’d felt the baby for the first time
because like I said, there will be many things in our child’s life that he will
unfortunately miss. Feeling our child move was an experience I wanted him to
have.

His hand immediately
went to my stomach but of course, our stubborn child did nothing but lay there
on my bladder like a blob.

Logan, who’d been
whining about food for the last hour, finally got on Charlie’s nerves enough.

“Listen
Logan!”
Charlie yelled, his voice echoed throughout the cabin. “You’re a tornado of
bullshit right now. We’ll talk again when your bullshit dies down.”

Logan naturally threw
himself into his mom’s arms crying.

Jameson and I laughed.

Charlie glared. “You
two just wait!”

When the plane landed
at Charlotte Douglas International Airport, we made our way over to Jameson’s
Mustang that was waiting for him. I was relieved that it only had two seats.
The rest of the terrible tagalongs took an SUV together to their hotel for the
night.

I went to the bathroom
before we got in the car, but ten minutes into the drive, I had to pee again.

“I have to pee.” I
announced when Jameson pulled onto the highway.

“Seriously?” he groaned
glancing sideways at me, His Oakley sunglasses slid down his nose. “You’re not
serious, are you?”

“Yes.” I smiled,
distracted briefly by those damn sunglasses and how the black contrasted the
green in his eyes.

“Can’t you wait? Hold
it.”

“Can’t,” I was starting
to sound like a spoiled child who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Yes you can.”

“No
...
I can’t.”

“Yes you can.” And now
Jameson was starting to sound like a father.

“No,” I shook my head.
“I really can’t.” I began bouncing my legs in my seat much like Emma did when we
were camping, which wasn’t helping my problem with needing to pee.

“Sway,” he sighed.
“Just wait.”

“Jameson.” I sighed
just as dramatically.

“We’ll be there in a
few minutes.”

“How much do you like
this car?”

“A lot, why?” His eyes
scrutinized me.

“Cause I peed.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep,”

“Goddamn it Sway!”
Jameson shouted crossing two lane of traffic to get into the right lane.
“You couldn’t fucking
wait, could you?”

“Nope,” What was funny
to me wasn’t to Jameson. I didn’t really pee in his precious Shelby GT 500 but
it was fun convincing him of this.

Jameson, visibly upset,
pulled off the highway, stormed into the rest stop bathroom, and returned with
entire roll of paper towels. “I can’t believe you.” He mumbled throwing the
door open.

I got out before he could
realize I didn’t actually pee.

Although when I made my
way back to the car, his callous expression worried me a little.

“Couldn’t wait huh?”

I slapped him on the
shoulder and said, “Waiting on you now,” And got back inside.

Once back on the road,
Jameson was quiet so I decided a good distraction was proper.

“What are you doing?”
he asked when I unbuckled myself and leaned across the center console to run my
fingers lightly up his leg.

“You need a distraction
...
” I answered in a soft voice that I knew
would arouse him.

My dirty heathen
returned. His gaze shifted from the road, irritation subsiding when he grinned
and waggled his eyebrows at me. Casually his arm lifted from the steering wheel
and draped around the back of my seat. “Go ahead honey, distract me.”

It didn’t take long,
two minutes to be exact and I had him properly distracted.

“What’s that face for
...
does it taste bad?” he asked when I took
a large drink out of my water bottle.

“Not really
...
”

It was bitter but I
didn’t want to tell him his oil leak tasted bad. That would be mean. And it
didn’t taste bad, it was just bitter.

“You don’t have to
...
you know
...
swallow it.” Jameson shifted uncomfortably in his seat
buttoning his jeans.

“I know
...
but I like to.” I told him. “You should
eat more pineapple.”

“Pineapple?” he looked
at me, his eyebrows raised in question.

“Yes, more pineapple.
Makes it taste better, so I’ve read.” I explained with a shrug. “I’ve never
tested the theory out
...
yet.”

He only nodded but I
could tell he was curious as to where I learned that. Growing up without a
mother, I had to rely on my own research or Nancy and Emma. This had me doing
my own research frequently. So I got a sex book that was written by a porn
star, Jenna Jameson. I thought for sure if I needed advice, I needed to rely on
professionals. And I wonder how I got knocked up?

Later that night, Nancy
had the brilliant idea that we all go to dinner.
Brilliant to
her, dumb to us.

Jameson and I
personally thought this was a horrible fucking idea, but who would ever listen
to us?

Once at the restaurant,
Logan exercising his asshole skills and screamed like the child he was for a
milkshake. I tried to be grown up about it, and not freak out on him and his
loud querulous behavior, but I wanted to smack the little shit. That might have
provided some issues with child abuse so I didn’t. Though I was positive people
would take my side when I told them how he was being completely ridiculous for
a six year old.

Andrea just stood by
watching the madness unfold. What happened to parent control? He may be only
six years old but I was pretty sure at six years old, he should know how to act
normal.

It didn’t take long and
I was eating my body weight in pork ribs with barbeque sauce smothered over
everything.

The Lucifer twins, who
were sitting beside me, continued to act like complete assholes.

Lane began to take
notice. He was either wondering what their problem was or contemplating acting
the same way to get what he wanted. Who knows which one he would choose because
right then, he was just staring at them with a blank expression.

It also didn’t take
long before Alley was directing the flow of fans away from Jameson so he could
actually enjoy a hot meal without some fan wanting an autograph or picture. It
was completely useless because the more she pushed them away, the more they
swarmed.