Wreck Me - Page 219

“Goodbye, Uncle Caleb. Rot in hell.”

And then we’re out.

“Do you think we’re crazy?”

“Princess, who fucking cares? Love means you’d die for the other person. And I would, gladly, but living for you is what I choose to do.”

“I live to love you too.”

When we leave the tunnel behind, Mia is waiting for us at the exit.

“How are they?” she asks.

“Hating every second,” I reply.

“Good.”

“We need Blake back.”

“I warned Kaden,” Mia sighs.

I know two things: Blake won’t be found until he wants to be found. But knowing Kaden, he will take it personally to find him. Bailey is very uncooperative, insisting she won’t reveal his location.

“We’ll figure it out. I’ll be back on Monday.”

Dane leans on his car, waiting for me.

It’s the Formula One final this weekend, and I’m going to be there, cheering for my love.

He put a ring on my finger when he won his fourth championship. A princess cut pink diamond. He said he had to find the perfect diamond, and that’s why it took him so long to ask me—one year. I didn’t think it was that long, but anything that doesn’t happen fast enough for my husband is too long.

In our first year as a couple, we grew as people, individually, but also together.

We got married one year later, after he won his fifth championship.

I’ve been there for every race. I kissed him before the race the very first time I took part in one, and afterward it kind of turned into a pre-race tradition.

We’ve been married for three years now.

He’s the greatest husband and best friend I could have been blessed with. Even with his busy schedule, between training and competitions, and with me leading the real estate company of the Family, we always make time for us, putting our marriage first. Our priority is us and then everything else.

I get to do what I love: create something. Whenever I see my sketches come alive in the form of buildings, I get all proud and happy.

Yet it’s nothing compared to what I feel when I see the pregnancy test with two lines. I check it ten times and take another two, just to make sure.

I am.

I’ve been ready to grow our family for a while now, and Dane has been impatient to knock me up.

To keep the tradition going, I know exactly when to tell him he’s going to be a daddy.

As the last race of the season reaches its end, I’m a bundle of nerves and excitement.

Every time, I go through so many highs and lows during a race, seeing him completely dominating and owning the track is addictive.

When he wins, cheers erupt around me, the sound deafening. I push through the throng of people and jump right into his open arms. He kisses me while even more cheers erupt, followed by the stutter of cameras. We’re somewhat royalty on the scene.

He carries me inside the team’s allocated space, kissing me greedily.