by Wylde, J. D.
“Bobby Wayne.” She pushed against his shoulders. Putting space between them, she slipped her world-class ass onto the table. Sitting in front of him, her legs were spread wide enough for him to stand between them.
“You know, I can see up your skirt.”
One dark brow arched. “Good that I put on underwear then this morning.” She gathered up the announcements. “Now will you please look at these?” She handed the cards to him. Nibbled on her bottom lip.
Lauren’s heart beat hard against her breast bone as she nervously waited for Bobby Wayne to look through the small stack of cards she’d given him. The second to the last one was the most important one.
He gave them a cursory glance. “Whatever you decide, sugar.”
“No really,” She pushed his hand closer to his chest. “Look. And tell me what you think.”
Slowly he looked at each card… until he got to the second to the last card. The one that wasn’t an announcement card for the Harrington House benefit concert, but a copy of a sonogram taken at her OB-GYN’s office this morning.
His blond brows furrowed over his beautiful blue eyes. “What’s this?”
“Something we haven’t talked about,” she quietly told him as she chewed on the corner of her thumb nail.
“Are you tellin’ me you’re pregnant?” he quietly asked.
Slowly she nodded her head up and down.
“Is this ours?” he asked, holding the picture out to her.
“No, I picked it out from between the Camaro’s bucket seats. Of course, it’s ours,” she replied, wishing nerves didn’t make her so snarky and sarcastic. “If that’s okay with you,” she cautiously added.
“Jee-suz, Lauren. Of course, it’s okay.”
She didn’t know how he’d react. She wasn’t sure yet how she was reacting.
“A baby. We’re having a baby!” Bobby Wayne whooped, right before he picked her up and spun her around, letting out a rebel yell that Olivia Harrington would have been proud of.
“Should I have done that?” he worriedly asked, as he cautiously sat her back down on the table.
“I’m fine,” she told him, allowing her fingers to slide into his silky blond hair. She’d never forget the look of awe on his handsome face.
“We’re having a baby,” he softly and slowly said. Like he was having a hard time wrapping his mind around that fact, just like she was.
“Damn!” A huge smile spread across his face. “I can’t wait to buy him a car.”
“No.”
“Better yet, we’ll build our own car.”
“No, no.”
“I can take him to the garage and we can build him his own race car.”
“No.”
“The guys will love it. We’ll start out small. We’ll make him a jacked-up go cart.”
“No!”
“And then we can work our way up to midgets.”
“No.”
“Or a sprint car. It’s gonna be fun.”
“No, no, no! Oh my god. Will you listen to yourself? What if he is a she? Did you ever think of that?”
“That’s okay. She can race.”
“Oh my god. Ohmygod!”
“Will you quit sayin’ that?”
They stared at each other, both remembering another time not that long ago when Lauren had been saying that exact same thing. Another time when she’d thought she could leave Bobby Wayne behind her, when she thought her future didn’t include him.
He toyed with a lock of her hair, pushing it from her cheek. “It’s amazing what we find when we look beyond the checkered flag.”
“Yeah,” she softly replied. “We found love.”
Bliss.
A Note from the Author
First, let me apologize for any NASCAR errors I may have inadvertently made. Second, thank you so much for allowing me to share my story with you. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. Being a Dale, Jr. fan and a Tony Stewart fan, it was fun adding Bobby Wayne to my “fantasy” race team. Oh my!
If you liked my story, please let me know. If possible, leave a review at amazon.com. It’s the best way “indie” writers can be promoted. And now a little more about me…
J.D. Wylde has always loved a happy ending. And dreams that come true. And she loves weaving tales where the boy always gets the girl, laughter abounds, and they find all their dreams come true as they live happily ever after. (That’s how it is in the Land of “Wylde”.)
A misplaced mountain child, J.D. lives in the rolling hills of western Pennsylvania with her husband of more than thirty years. Together they enjoy stalking their three grown sons. (Just teasing! We don’t really stalk them. Well, maybe… just a little bit. Only when they need it.) And she enjoys roaming wild and free whatever mountains are currently in her path.
You can visit me (J.D.) at my website, www.jdwylde.com, or visit my fan page on Facebook (j.d. wylde) or on Twitter @jdwylde.
I’d love to hear from you!
And as always… live Wylde!
Also Available by J.D. Wylde
When Push Comes to Shove
When Law Met Disorder (coming soon)
The Journey
Karma in Camo
Bliss: An Anthology of Novellas (Bliss Series)