Brad walks into the motorcoach, smiles as he sees Juliette curled up on the couch, glancing over something.
“Do I want to know what you’re doing?” He questions as she lets out a chuckle.
“Figuring out the final piece of our wedding,” she answers as he looks on surprised. He didn’t think she’d ever get through her planning, but knew better late than never with the date set for next month.
“Oh, really? So you figured out the idea for our ceremony?” They had broken down the werewolf traditions together following Brad’s discussion with his parents, followed by figuring out the vampire traditions, courtesy of Edward. Juliette had everything mapped out on a page, trying to twirl together the best of both worlds in a sensible fashion.
“I think I have it down to a science, and I think that you will approve.” He sits beside her after slipping out of his firesuit, glancing through the notes that she made. It honestly wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.
“I can handle this, I think….” She then chuckles as she thought there’d be objections with some of the steps. However, it was nice to be on the right track for once.
“Now, it’s just our wedding vows. Do you want to go traditional, proper, or make our own vows?” He thought it over, nerves flowing. He could easily write himself a blog on the website and pour his feelings out. He was also good at expressing himself with ease. However, telling her how much he loved her in front of everybody? That may give him stage freight.
“What do you think?” He didn’t know whether it was a good idea or not to give the option to her. Knowing how girls worked, he could see what was coming – hence the scribbled notes on the paper underneath what he had just read.
“I like the idea of our own vows. It’ll just make the wedding that much more special.” He then lets out a sigh, knowing there was no choice now.
“Then that’s what we’ll do. I’m fine writing my own.” She then smiles, glad, as she had already put in a half hour of trying different things.
“So why don’t you go grab a shower so you’re not so stinky, and I’ll make us something for supper? Then we can see how the boys make out in Texas tonight.” A sly smile forms on his lips.
“I thought maybe you’d like to join me for the shower.” Her cheeks immediately flush red as he pulls her close, kissing her lips. “We got a weekend with just us since your brother is watching Melody. Why don’t we take full advantage of that?”
“Careful puppy, you’re bound to get me pregnant with another one of your crazy wolves…” He then chuckles as he wraps his arms around her to keep her held close.
“And what’s wrong with that?” She smiles, knowing that she wouldn’t mind a second child – just not right yet. She wanted to get through Melody’s stages of growth, first.
“Nothing at all. But, for now, I say we stick to the plan….” He lets out a sigh as he lets her go, getting up off the couch. “You’ll be the one all grumpy if you miss the start of the truck race…”
“We could always do the shower together, and go for a smaller dinner than normal?” She then gives him a small push as he looks back with a grin. “Come on….”
“I want to finish up this first, okay?” He lets out a sigh, pouting a little. “Brad…”
“Juliette….” She shakes her head, licking her lips, as she watches him head down the hall. It was so hard to resist the offer.
The pair focused their eyes on television, watching the battle for the lead come down to the final stages. They were already yelling at the TV and back and forth in regards to the previous pair of restarts. Brad insisted that Christopher Bell jumped one of them. Juliette insisted that Chase Bricoe should’ve restarted as the leader for the second.
“Caution!” The commentators let out, causing looks of confusion as to what could be the cause, and who was leading.
“I swear to gosh….” Brad starts, knowing he’d scream if it was a stupid reason.
“Holy crap Peters!” Juliette lets out as they show a replay of Timothy Peters’ flip. Not a bad reason for a caution. “Glad that he’s okay because that was….Holy!”
“Good to see him moving around.” They then watch as TV waits for the replay and call of who won the race.
“And we’re hearing Christopher Bell is tonight’s race winner,” the broadcaster says, causing Brad’s jaw to drop. They then show a clip of the fence caution lights going on, with Christopher and Chase side-by-side.
“Bell won?!?” Juliette questions as she sees a blue bumper barely ahead. “That’s horseshit! Are you sure Kyle is not paying off NASCAR?”
“I have no idea,” Brad says, shaking his head. “There is no way that Christopher won. Chase’s bumper is clearly ahead as the fence lights up. There is no way…..”
“I’ve said before the officials are blind, but they are more certainly blind tonight!” They then see the clip of Buddy Sisco on pit road, yelling with the official.
“I’ve never seen Buddy fired up like that, but I don’t blame him. There is no way….”
“This is ridiculous! First, they suspend crew members for a simple mistake on pit road due to how they wrote their dumb rule about secure lug nuts, and now this? Seriously, how much is Kyle and Toyota paying NASCAR?” Brad shakes his head in disbelief, though then holds his breath as he watches them interview his driver. Surprisingly, Chase took the calm level-headed approach, and didn’t say anything out of turn.
“He handled that a lot better than I would’ve. I would’ve been fuming!” Brad then stands up, snatching his phone off the table as he texts Buddy, along with a couple other crew members. “This is ridiculous…”
“Please tell me that Buddy is marching into the hauler right now to yell at NASCAR?!?” Brad shakes his head yes, reading the response. “I mean, you can’t tell me that Christopher won based on that crappy replay….”
“I know, I know. Buddy is going to see what he can do…” Brad then grabs a drink from the fridge, before plopping back on the couch with Juliette. They wait awhile in silence, rolling their eyes as Christopher is interviewed in victory lane. It took around six minutes, but Brad’s phone went off. “Hello?” Juliette looks over, watching Brad’s facial glances, knowing that he was talking to Buddy about the conversation with NASCAR. It seemed pretty obvious that perhaps the right call was made and Christopher was the winner. However, Juliette could only look on confused at the thought as she watched Brad hang up after awhile.
“NASCAR timestamps the video and they mark exact time they throw a caution – hour, minute, second. They showed Buddy the timestamp to match and boom, Christopher was ahead. The caution actually flew two seconds earlier. The lights are on delay.” Juliette’s jaw drops in shock.
“Seriously?” Brad shakes his head yes. ”Well somebody should tell Eddie Gossage to fix his damn lights so they do a better job, or stick ‘em up his ass.” Brad chuckles as he takes to twitter, explaining things in a couple of tweets. He knew it was only fair to apologize for what he said earlier, especially since he respected Christopher.
“You aren’t the only one saying that…..”
“I’m the only one that will take the damn bulb and stick it there, though.” Brad chuckles again as he finishes up with his last tweet, setting his phone down and turning his eyes on her.
“How about instead of doing that you focus your energy on me?” She smiles as she grabs him by his shorts, pulling him right close to her and kissing his lips.
“It’d be my damn pleasure…..”