Page 91 of The Champion

“Sway,” Jimi’s eyes shot into the distance when he heardmy scream. “is that you?”

“Yes it’s me. Who else would it be?”

“I don’t know.” Jimi replied with a shrug. Cody excusedhimself and walked out the side door. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m in labor.” I blurted out steadying myself againstthe car.

“You’re what?” Jimi shot up from his chair so quickly hesmacked his head on the rear end hanging on the sidewall of his hauler. “Youcan’t be serious! Alley and Emma just left with the car. She’s in labor.”

Where in the hell was I when that happened?

Oh yeah, I was in the bathroom feeling like shit.

When I went into labor with Axel, it wasn’t quick by anymeans, but I was also early. With this child, the kid took its sweet timecoming out of me. I was a week late, which was why Jameson wasn’t with me. Wethought for sure the baby would hold off another week since my last exam showedno movement. Having hovered like a queen bee my entire pregnancy, it was rarethat he wasn’t with me. But as luck would have it, this was the last racebefore the Nextel Cup Chase began and he couldn’t be with me and needed me tobe with his sprint car team.

All that being said, my labor moved quickly. So quickly,I couldn’t make it to the hospital. In turn, I was stuck here at a dirt track withJimi, Justin, Tommy, Tyler, and Ami. Emma and Alley were at the hospital.

“Oh my god!” Tommy covered his eyes. “I can’t watchthis.”

He jetted out of the hauler when a few track safetyofficials made their way inside the hauler.

“Men are so retarded.” Ami rolled her eyes. “Just breatheSway, everything will be fine.” She looked over her shoulder at Justin. “Didyou call Jameson?”

“Yeah,” he held the phone up. He too looked a littlenervous as well and was ready to jet any second. “He’s on the phone.”

I quickly grabbed it from him.

“Jameson?”

Ami motioned to Axel walking around collecting wrenchesand shocks for his collection. “I’ll take care of him.” She mouthed and pickedhim up.

“Yeah honey, it’s me.” Jameson breathed. “Are you okay?”

“No, fuck no!” I yelled. “I’m in labor at a goddamn dirttrack. What about that is okay?”

“I’m on a plane right now. I’ll be there as soon as Ican.”

I sighed knowing he was coming from Richmond. There wasno way he’d make it, not with these cramps. “How long?”

“How long what?”

“How long before you’re here?”

“A few hours,”

I screamed out in pain as another contraction hit mehard, “You’re not going to make it in time.”

Jameson groaned. “Put my fucking dad on the phone!”

I handed the phone to Jimi, who by now was looking alittle green. I went back to my pain.

“Listen,” I could hear Jameson’s voice yelling at hisdad. “no looking. I mean it,nolooking.”

Jimi looked offended. “It’s not like I would want tocheck out my daughter in-law’s track layout, okay?” He sighed. “I have nodesire to even see this shit. You should be here, not me. I’m not all rightwith this Jameson. I’m just not. Get your ass here, right now!”

Track layout?I started giggling that he called mycrankcase a track layout.

I heard Jameson again. “Well good. Keep it that way.” Helet out a frustrated sigh. “Now keep her calm. I’m on my way.”

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