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up.”
“Oh, ha, ha ,” I say, shoving him in the arm, even though he’s kind of right.
Jace brushes some hair out of my eyes and tucks it behind my ear. “And then Mom went on and on about the baby clothes she ordered online. She found some dirt bike shirts and like, a pajama set that looks like motocross gear or something.”
“Aww, that’s cute!” It dawns on me now that I have done very little shopping or planning for the baby. I had wanted to a few times but Jace always told me it’d be easier to plan for the wedding first, and then plan for the baby, so we wouldn’t be overwhelmed. Well, now the wedding is over.
“Shit, we should be planning for the baby,” I say. “We only have like, three and a half months left until he’s here.”
“That’s plenty of time to set up a nursery,” Jace says.
“You sound pretty confident,” I say, giving him a look that I didn’t know I was capable of until I became a wife. “Exactly how many children have you set up nurseries for?”
“Zero, but, I mean how hard could it be?”
I shrug. “Guess we’ll find out.”
Jace lifts his arm and wraps it around my shoulders while I snuggle closer, lying on his chest. There’s a small flat screen TV facing the bed and he has it on a motocross race on ESPN with the volume down. It’s weird to think that if it wasn’t for me, Jace would have continued to work hard with his racing and he would have gotten his sponsorships back and continued to be a professional racer. He would have probably been in this race on TV if he had never met me. Motocross is his passion and he had the skills to be one of the best racers in the world. But instead, he chose to settle down in the middle-of-nowhere Texas and just teach motocross to others.
“Do you miss professional racing?” I ask, staring straight ahead at the television. There’s no way I could look him in the eye after asking a question like that. “Do you wish you were out there right now in that race?”
“Nope. I’ll never quit riding, but I’m not sorry I quit racing.”
“Why? You could have been super famous and rich.”
“I’m famous and rich enough.”
“Yeah, but you could have been more—”
“Bayleigh, there’s two things more important in life than being more rich and more famous than I am now.”
I look up at him. “What two things?”
“You,” he says, leaning down to kiss me. “And our baby.”
Even though we’re married now, I still feel myself blush. I think he notices it, too, because he kisses my cheek and pulls me into a horizontal bear hug, making me roll on top of him against my will. I have to stay kind of sideways though because my stomach is getting so big. But lying on top of him and his rock-hard chest, with his strong arms wrapped around me completely even though I’m a fat cow right now, is the greatest feeling ever. I feel protected and loved and safe and happy.
My mind wanders back into baby territory. “Now that the wedding is over, I’m kind of super excited to start baby shopping.”
“Me too,” Jace says. “I didn’t realize there was so much dirt bike themed baby stuff until Mom told me about it. Don’t hate me for this, but I’m glad we’re having a boy.”
“Me too,” I say with a sigh of relief. “You can raise him to be an awesome man like you are. I would have no idea what to do with a girl. Except, you know, lock her in her room until she’s thirty.”
Jace laughs. “I think you’ll be a great mom no matter what. But if we were having a girl, I’d probably never let her on a dirt bike. Now I can get our son a bike the day he turns three.”
“Three? Um, hell no! Maybe when he’s ten he can get a dirt bike.”
“Ten? Are you kidding? I was winning national championships at that age.”
“We’ll talk about this later,” I say with a smile. I always knew we’d raise our son to be a dirt bike kid, but three years old is a little too young to give a kid a motorized bike in my
“Oh, ha, ha ,” I say, shoving him in the arm, even though he’s kind of right.
Jace brushes some hair out of my eyes and tucks it behind my ear. “And then Mom went on and on about the baby clothes she ordered online. She found some dirt bike shirts and like, a pajama set that looks like motocross gear or something.”
“Aww, that’s cute!” It dawns on me now that I have done very little shopping or planning for the baby. I had wanted to a few times but Jace always told me it’d be easier to plan for the wedding first, and then plan for the baby, so we wouldn’t be overwhelmed. Well, now the wedding is over.
“Shit, we should be planning for the baby,” I say. “We only have like, three and a half months left until he’s here.”
“That’s plenty of time to set up a nursery,” Jace says.
“You sound pretty confident,” I say, giving him a look that I didn’t know I was capable of until I became a wife. “Exactly how many children have you set up nurseries for?”
“Zero, but, I mean how hard could it be?”
I shrug. “Guess we’ll find out.”
Jace lifts his arm and wraps it around my shoulders while I snuggle closer, lying on his chest. There’s a small flat screen TV facing the bed and he has it on a motocross race on ESPN with the volume down. It’s weird to think that if it wasn’t for me, Jace would have continued to work hard with his racing and he would have gotten his sponsorships back and continued to be a professional racer. He would have probably been in this race on TV if he had never met me. Motocross is his passion and he had the skills to be one of the best racers in the world. But instead, he chose to settle down in the middle-of-nowhere Texas and just teach motocross to others.
“Do you miss professional racing?” I ask, staring straight ahead at the television. There’s no way I could look him in the eye after asking a question like that. “Do you wish you were out there right now in that race?”
“Nope. I’ll never quit riding, but I’m not sorry I quit racing.”
“Why? You could have been super famous and rich.”
“I’m famous and rich enough.”
“Yeah, but you could have been more—”
“Bayleigh, there’s two things more important in life than being more rich and more famous than I am now.”
I look up at him. “What two things?”
“You,” he says, leaning down to kiss me. “And our baby.”
Even though we’re married now, I still feel myself blush. I think he notices it, too, because he kisses my cheek and pulls me into a horizontal bear hug, making me roll on top of him against my will. I have to stay kind of sideways though because my stomach is getting so big. But lying on top of him and his rock-hard chest, with his strong arms wrapped around me completely even though I’m a fat cow right now, is the greatest feeling ever. I feel protected and loved and safe and happy.
My mind wanders back into baby territory. “Now that the wedding is over, I’m kind of super excited to start baby shopping.”
“Me too,” Jace says. “I didn’t realize there was so much dirt bike themed baby stuff until Mom told me about it. Don’t hate me for this, but I’m glad we’re having a boy.”
“Me too,” I say with a sigh of relief. “You can raise him to be an awesome man like you are. I would have no idea what to do with a girl. Except, you know, lock her in her room until she’s thirty.”
Jace laughs. “I think you’ll be a great mom no matter what. But if we were having a girl, I’d probably never let her on a dirt bike. Now I can get our son a bike the day he turns three.”
“Three? Um, hell no! Maybe when he’s ten he can get a dirt bike.”
“Ten? Are you kidding? I was winning national championships at that age.”
“We’ll talk about this later,” I say with a smile. I always knew we’d raise our son to be a dirt bike kid, but three years old is a little too young to give a kid a motorized bike in my
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