“Yeah. But I’m really nervous now though.”
“Jett’s golden, Indy. He’s got this in the bag.”
“Yeah.” I bring my eyes to him, giving him a light smile. “You’re right.”
The engines roar, and my body tenses up as I see the race about to begin on the screens before me.
And I think about my life then and now.
If someone had told that scared shitless pregnant seventeen-year-old girl that, in close to eighteen years’ time, she’d be getting ready to watch that baby boy growing in her stomach take his first drive as a Formula 3 driver, she would have told them that they were crazy.
Or if someone had told me five years ago that I would be happily married and pregnant with my second child with that broken, angry Brazilian racing driver who’d just walked through my office door, I’d have definitely said they were insane.
Falling in love with Leandro wasn’t part of my plan, and I know for sure that it wasn’t his, but God, am I glad it happened.
We were wrong for each other but so right in the truest sense of the word.
Leandro and I were inevitable.
Life has twists and turns and sharp bends and throws all manner of hardship at you, but it’s how you deal with it that counts.
If you stand up and be truthful, with yourself and others, everything will come out right.
Telling the truth about Leandro and me showed me that.
Yes, I might have lost my career over our relationship, but I don’t regret it. Not for one single minute.
Leandro always tells me that I saved his life. But really, I think we saved each other. I was living but not to the fullest. Not until him. And now, we’re both living to the max, together, as we were always meant to be. We had to endure the worst, to be able to find each other.
But it was those things we endured and faced separately that made us who we are together.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.