The Tale of Love & Racing: Sarina’s Story – Chapter 367: Coca-Cola 600 Part Deux

I felt bad for him. Obviously, through everything that happened the week before and for how bad that situation was, him and I both kind of felt like at the end of that one, there was a heck of a lot of ways to lose these things. Disappointment, he’s taken it a heck of a lot better than I ever have. I certainly was never very good at disappointing races. He’s doing good and just told him to keep going forward and go get the next one.” – Kyle Busch

Sunday, May 24 – Charlotte Motor Speedway

“I mean, your fucking kidding me…” Chase continues to go off on the radio, frustration easily seeping through with the late caution coming out during the Coca-Cola 600.

“I know, I know…” Alan simply replies back with a sigh. it was easy to tell the frustration was getting to everyone lately with everything adding up.

“It’s always fucking something!” Sarina lets out a sigh, already knowing if things didn’t pan out these final laps, she was staying as far as she could from him once he got home.

“I know. We got some time to make up ground,” Sarina rolls her eyes, as anything was going to suck short of winning after dominating through that stretch. “Alright bud, let’s go…”

Restarting 11^th as the first car with four new tires, Chase made the most of his effort on the drop of the green flag for the restart, scoring a third-place finish behind Brad (who had stayed out) and Jimmie.

“Son of a bitch!” Chase lets out, obviously echoing the frustration that everybody was feeling at this point.

“It’s all good,” Eddie comments, trying to spin something positive on the night.

Chase lays his head on the roof of the NAPA Chevrolet, just shaking his head as he couldn’t believe the events that just transpired. Damn if you do, damn if you don’t, right? There was no way to know if staying out would’ve ultimately paid off or not, considering what happened earlier in the race. Besides, he could’ve stayed out and watched the whole field behind him pit instead.

“I feel for you man,” Kyle comments as he walks over, giving him a pat on the shoulder. “It sucks no matter what you say or do..” Chase nods his head knowing there was no way around it.

“Just frustrates me to no end as we should’ve won with that lead we had,” Chase replies, to which Kyle nods his head. He knew there was no way he or Brad were tracking Chase down at that point.

“I’ve been in your shoes too many times to count, and all I can say – it sucks no matter what you say – especially when it’s a pointless caution like that was.” Chase wasn’t about to argue, as that perhaps frustrated him more than anything. what was with drivers and flat tires constantly bringing out cautions lately?

“I honestly expected better out of Willie B.” Kyle wasn’t about to argue, having worked with him previously.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing, man. You’re doing good and you’ve got your head screwed on right – a lot better than I do sometimes. It’ll come to you and you’ll get the win that you want.” Chase smiles a little, appreciating the confidence boost from Kyle – even if it didn’t help soothe the wounds right now.

Lindsay walks into the room, freezing upon the sight before her. Was this really happening?

“Are you seriously watching his media availability?” She wonders, to which Sarina simply nods her head with a sigh. “I thought you would’ve gotten enough of your boy when he was home to not give a care what he told the world.”

“I was curious as to what he had to say,” Sarina offers, with a sigh as she watches him answer the questions. “Let’s just say that nothing has surprised me. He’s ready to get out of there as soon as possible.” Lindsay wasn’t about to argue with that approach after what she had witnessed that night.

“In other words, he may be a little too grumpy for some fun tonight.” Sarina chucks the small pillow off the couch at her as Lindsay looks back surprised. “Looks like his feelings are transferring to you, too. Don’t be worrying my furniture over your disappointment.”

“You realize that’s two races that he should’ve won in a row?” Lindsay nods his head, not about to deny that in having seen the speed out of the No. 9 car. “We should have like four or five wins this year, instead of a big fat zero in the win column. It sucks.”

“He’s got the speed and team together to do well – that’s half the battle. You know yourself that once he gets one of those wins under his belt, it’ll start rolling in one after the other. Besides, this isn’t the important part of the season yet, either.” Sarina nods her head, knowing this would hurt much more if it was October.

“I just wish he was in a better mood, though. He’s a much better cuddler when he’s in a better mood.” Sarina then stretches out, letting out a sigh as she reaches the pill bottle on the table.

“I’m sorry, but is there something that I should know that I don’t know is going on?” Sarina lets out a sigh, knowing there was a couple things on that list right now, from the hysterectomy complications to Andrew. She wasn’t quite ready to share the lather yet, even though she should.

“With my hysterectomy surgery, there is a complication with a prolapsed bladde-“

“How far has it dropped down?” Sarina was surprised with Lindsay understanding the concept right away, but was glad as it made things easier.

“It’s not terrible right now as Dr. Grayson says it’s only stage one of four. So it can be fixed hopefully through exercises and estrogen pills. If that doesn’t work, there are other forms of treatment that can be followed – such as electrical stimulation or a pessary into the vagina. If any of those don’t worry, though, then we will need to do surgery.” Lindsay bites her lips, knowing the last option on the list wasn’t going to go over well with anybody if it was necessary.

“So are the pills and exercises doing the job?” Sarina shrugs her shoulders, as she knew that wouldn’t be known until she went to see Dr. Grayson once again for another check-up.

“I think they are as I’m not getting as many infections or pain as I was before beginning it. We’ll just have to see when I go see her again, though.” Lindsay nods her head, sympathically.

“Well, I hope it works out for you, girl, as you don’t deserve to go through this.” Sarina lets out a sigh, having grown old of these things herself.

“It’s just part of life, right?”

Ryan walks out on the back deck, setting the glass beside Chase on the table, before laying back in his chair.

“You know, drinking your disappointment away is not a healthy thing to do – or so they say,” Ryan comments as he takes a long sip of his beer.

“I think you’ve drank more than I have so I’m safe here,” Chase offers as he sips his glass of whiskey. It was certainly nice to get his mind off what happened by enjoying some quiet time with his best friend on the back porch. “Are you sure you’re going to be safely able to climb those stairs tonight?”

“I think you’re going to be the one crawling.” Chase chuckles back in response, shaking his head no. “All I know is that I feel for you man, as I’ve been there myself. Does Las Vegas ring any bells?”

“It’s just part of racing. Shit happens and it sucks. It hurts and it stings, but we eventually got to move on.” Ryan nods his head, having grown to learn that lesson all too well himself.

“It just gives you more motivation to go kick some ass on Wednesday night – as you finish second to me, of course.” Chase chuckles, rolling his eyes as he wasn’t surprised one bit by the comment. “Besides, I believing you have some fun to accomplish on Tuesday. Don’t you know that payback is best served in cold hard cash?”

“You like that line, huh?” Ryan nods his head in approval.

“I’m actually surprised that Kyle came over to you and was the first to comfort you. Nobody could’ve predicted that after what happened last week.” Chase was admittedly surprised himself, but had appreciated the comments from Kyle at that time.

“He’s not a bad guy, actually.” Ryan smiles as he had grown to understand that.

“That’s what I keep telling you about Bra-”

“I will never believe you about that in regards to Brad, or Joey for that matter. I’m sorry, but you need some new teammates.” Ryan shakes his head no as thus far, he hadn’t found issues with them.

“At least my teammates don’t cost me race wins by being an idiot with a flat tire.” Chase glances down with a sigh as he knew Ryan was right on the money with that comment. “Besides, at least your other teammate gave you an extra spot. I was surprised to see that Jimmie was DQ’d.”

“Yeah, I was too when Alan texted me to let me know.  According to Cliff, it’s a shitty DQ.” Ryan wasn’t quite to believe that, knowing the games that were played by crew chiefs.

“Can he swear to that under oath?” Chase wasn’t quite sure, as he hadn’t gotten the full details as to why Jimmie was disqualified and how that all came to happening.

“I can’t believe you tried to drink your water bottle with your mask on…” Ryan was quite intrigued by how quickly Chase tried to change the topic, but chuckled.

“Oh trust me, I knew it wasn’t going to be a good drink. But I didn’t think it’d be an annoying feeling as it turned out to be. I just want this whole virus to die off and go away so we can get back to normal.” Chase nods his head as that would be nice.

“That’s not going to be happening anytime soon if you look at certain states right now. it seems certain people don’t have a care about the spread of the virus.” Ryan lets out a sigh, having seen that in the messages that he had checked.

“That’s why I am being careful as to who I hang out with. I don’t want to bring that home to Lindsay and the girls.” Chase nods his head, sympathizing as he didn’t want the same thing for Sarina and Abigail, either.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do with some of these races coming up. This lack of travel, can’t say in your motorhome, regulations – it’s going to be a pain in trying to do everything right while finding that balance together with Abigail.” Ryan easily sympathized, wishing that he had Lindsay and the girls with him at the track as well.

“I think in your case, if you talk to NASCAR, you may be able to work out a way for you both to come together, stay in the motorcoach together without anybody else around. Not that I’m saying you deserve or should have special treatment – no offense, but they may understand with the travel and everything.” Chase knew Ryan could be on some right track, but also didn’t feel comfortable in asking himself as it’d feel unfair towards others.

“We’ll just have to see what happens, right? hopefully things get better and we get back to normal sooner than later. But for now, it’s about making the best of the situation – like taking advantage of tonight to share drinks with you.” Ryan glances over with a smile as he knew he’d never give up spending a night on the deck with his best friend.

The Tale of Love & Racing: Sarina’s Story – Chapter 366: Coca-Cola 600

“We were in a position to win being upfront. That’s why I was mad, that’s why I am still mad. We can sit here and complain and go down the road till we’re blue in the face, but all that matters, is the results on the track.”  – Chase Elliott

Sunday, May 24 – Charlotte Motor Speedway

Chase gets out of the car after qualifying, glancing up at the board with a small smile. While entering a race on a blind was fun, it was nice to know they still had the speed by themselves as he had qualified third behind Kurt Busch and Jimmie Johnson.

“I think the comments about Chevrolet having a dominant streak are more than true,” Alan comments, to which Chase just nods his head in return.

While it was nice to speak of and celebrate, he wasn’t going to gloat in it long as he knew in this business, advantages were only temporary. You had to make the most of what you had while they were going on. Or perhaps it was just frustration that still remained from what happened.

“Earth to Chase!” Alan lets out, catching Chase’s attention immediately. It was rare that the crew chief used such line with his driver. “Is everything okay?”

“Absolutely, ready to go tonight,” he replies, to which the crew chief could only roll his eyes. He hated when his driver tried to bluff as if nothing was wrong.

“You know, sulking about what happened isn’t going to make it any better. You got to let it go.” Chase takes a deep breath, as he knew that better than anyone. How could you focus on the goals at hand if your mind was elsewhere?

“You’re right, and I’m ready to get ourselves a win tonight. Are you ready?” Alan smiles back in return as it was nice to hear the affirmation from his driver.

“Absolutely. We just need to keep doing what we’ve been doing, and be there when it counts at the end once again. Hopefully the tides will turn and we’ll be celebrating.” Chase wasn’t about to argue as that’d be the best feeling right now, certainly making what happened easier to forget. “So, we haven’t gotten our usual time together. What’s going on?”

“Same ‘ol adoption classes as I was taking before, except we’re cleared for the next step with in-home assessment and beginning the necessary in-person classes.” He wasn’t about to tell him about Carter and Andrew just yet, knowing the crew chief’s reaction, so he had to think of other things to share.

“Is all that really necessary?” Chase nods his head, despite groaning about it himself.

“It’s all in the papers of adoption and per the laws of the state so that way they know both parents are ready and the child is safe. The purpose is to make sure we’re trained in everything emergency, and have a health secure enough to raise a child.” Alan could already see what they were going to say with a roll of the eyes.

“Cue covering plugs with those covers and using those tie-wraps on the cupboard handles.” Chase could only let out a sigh, having already predicted that himself. Perhaps it’d be a good measure with Abigail moving around more now.

“Sarina and I also discussed the idea of surroga-”

“Hold it right there. So we’re going through the adoption process, but yet we’re still discussing the other option?” Chase nods his head as it had caught him off-guard, too. “Shouldn’t you see where one option goes first? And what happened to the family that at one point didn’t believe there’d be children.”

“I guess you could say that I have changed Sarina’s attitude in a big way.” Alan nods his head, as that was understatement. “And based on the conversation, we’d be going fully through both – for a family of three.”

“I just worry that it’s too much. There’s also a lot of other stuff going on, and now we’re throwing two stressful processes and raising a toddler at it is. Don’t you think you’re spreading yourself too thin?” Chase could only imagine Alan’s reaction if he threw in the latest developments surrounding Andrew.

“That’s why we’re going to complete adoption, before we focus forward on the next step. I already discussed that with her, to which she agrees. Besides, we know everything is delayed right now due to the pandemic. It’s better to be safe than sorry, right?” Alan nods his head, accepting the train of thought.

“I’m still wrapping my arms around this, though. I never thought you’d be a family of one – well, I figured you’d convince her about that. But three? You weren’t kidding when you said there was a tender heart underneath everything.”

Sarina lets out a sigh as yet again, there was a NASCAR race, and yet again there was rain.

At least they were able to take the green flag and the No. 9 Chevrolet showed consistent speed with Chase running inside the top-three until the rain delay at Lap 42.

Though now she couldn’t help but chuckle in watching Alex and Jimmie on pit road together, trying to operate an umbrella.

“Come on Jimmie, you can do better,” she comments to herself with a chuckle as amazement could only form on her face.

Her focus shifted to her wonderful toddler, knowing it’d be perfect if she could get her settled for the night before they went back racing. That way, she could focus all of her energy on watching Chase. However, she ultimately took a break from the process when she saw him on the screen during the delay.

“We were in a position to win being upfront,” Chase comments to the broadcasters. “That’s why I was mad, that’s why I am still mad. We can sit here and complain and go down the road till we’re blue in the face, but all that matters, is the results on the track.”

Taking a deep breath, she respected his viewpoint as she knew she was the exact same way – they just wanted to win and do well. It sucked when you didn’t accomplish your goals, right? However, she partially kicked herself in the ass. She hated to see him be hard on himself in regards to a mistake that Kyle made and coming up short. She hated that some frustration still remained. Wasn’t it time to just let it go?

She just knew that once they went back green, she hoped that things would go right as certainly a win would fix everything, right?

“I still can’t believe the schedule that you’re both tackling together,” Lindsay comments as she makes her way into the living room.

With the next series of races in Charlotte and everybody desperate to see each other, Chase and Ryan had talked it out for them to stay together in Charlotte at Ryan’s house. That way, it’d be easy travel for the couple and the ladies would finally get to see each other after so much time apart.

“I mean, are you sure that you can handle it?” Lindsay asks, to which Sarina nods her head.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way actually,” Sarina offers, causing a surprised expression to form on Lindsay’s face. “We’re the happiest when we’re at the track all the time, competing, racing, getting in the thrill. It makes home life much better because we both have something to focu-”

“Instead of adoption issues or surrogacy delays?” Sarina lets out a sigh, not surprised by Lindsay’s assumption.

“No, instead of just bored actually. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I absolutely adore spending time with Chase and Abigail and I’ll suck up every minute that we get together. But damn it, I’ve missed racing. I’ve missed being behind the wheel and everything that comes with that. Hence why I am fine with us trying to compact the schedule as much as we can to enjoy as much as we can. I also know that we, as a couple, can handle it together.” Lindsay smiles as she glances over at their babies lying down together.

“What about Abigail?” Sarina takes a deep breath, knowing that equally a concern, especially with what may be on the horizon.

“Chase and I spending time with her, as well Cindy taking care of her for the Homestead weekend as necessary – it’ll work out perfectly. She knows that she is loved, she is getting time with both of her parents, and she loves those around her. If anything, she may be a bit spoiled.” Lindsay chuckles, knowing that ultimately may be the case. She had been taking advantage of the time, too, enjoying having Ryan home through the week rather than traveling to appearances.

“It’s just insane to think about you and Chase each running events over the next four days strai-”

“I’m only running one, he’s got three. Can he share, please?” Lindsay chuckles, not surprised by the comment.

“But then you’re going to Bristol, then Atlanta, then Martinsville for him, and then Homestead. It just seems like it’s go-go-go for the next four weeks. Beyond the fun of racing and taking care of Abigail, what about you both as humans? Can you handle that much racing without getting too strung out?” Sarina knew the answer easily, knowing she’d be smiling from ear-to-ear in watching everything go down.

“Can you ever have too much racing, Lindsay? You can never have. That’s why we work-out, condition ourselves, and eat grapefruits more than you’d imagine. That’s why we train and have certain diets and work at making sure to be hydrated. We’re prepared for this – more than anything that you could imagine.” Lindsay smiles as it was nice to have the assurance from her best friend.

“Good, because I don’t want to be having to pick up your ass from the ground there girl.” Sarina shakes her head no, though wondered about that in knowing there was plenty of warm afternoons ahead.

“You’ll just be having to offer advice as to where to store the trophies.”

Once they were able to get back going on-track, the speed continued to show through the remainder of the opening stage with Chase scoring a fifth-place finish. However, the team knew they had to make big adjustments if they wanted to be there when it counted later on that night and have a shot at the win. Alan also wanted to get them out of the way early – knowing that they’d take up time and lose critical position.

While Sarina was disappointed to see him lose a lot of ground on the pit stop with a delay in pulling the spring rubber out of the right rear, she remained faithful that everything would come together in the second half of the event. She was also glad that Alan took advantage of the lost time to bring Chase back down pit road to add the packer to the rear, in hopes it’d help the “too much rear spring” complaint from the driver.

“We still got a long way to go in this race,” Alan reminds Chase over the radio, which wasn’t no secret with 300 laps still left on the pylon.

Restarting 18^th, it seemed that the changes were in the ballpark as Chase worked his way back into the top-10 with 25 laps left in the stage.

“I think that rubber is what we needed from the beginning,” Chase comments over the radio under the yellow flag. “It’s not bad, it’s okay.” Sarina felt confident in those words knowing Chase could work with what he had, and felt confident they could further improve with the pit stops left in the event.

“10-4,” Alan simply applies, which was his assurance that he had heard the comments.

“Give me a Gatorade if you got it.” Sarina knew by the comment that he was focused on staying hydrated, and ready for the rest of the event. That was always key with the Coke 600 – not falling over in the seat.

“10-4. If most pit, stay out. if they stay, stay out.” Sarina was confident in Alan’s call, knowing that the risk was well worthy with having lots of time still left to make-up ground if need be. However, if they managed to get some track position in the process, that’d be a clear bonus. “Go like hell my man.”

“You got it,” Eddie also offers the words of encouragement.

While they were nice to hear restarting third on old tires, it didn’t quite work out like that with Chase dropping back off to 15^th in a single lap after the restart, split through the middle like a hot dog.

“Just make it to the yellow without getting wrecked,” Alan offers over the radio, to which had Sarina wanting to chew some nails off in the process. Was that really the encouraging words that you wanted to hear over the radio?

“Man, I thought that was the move to make, too,” Chase replies, to which Sarina had to agree. However, it seemed NASCAR had done it in finding the perfect balance with the tires in having the right amount of fall off in seeing how much quicker the new Goodyears were.

“10-4, we’ll be alright.” Sarina takes a deep breath, hopeful the crew chief was right after having started the race so strongly.

The stage would finish out without any contact or damage to the No. 9, but with Chase scored in 18^th as one of the last cars on the lead lap. Entering the final stage, Sarina knew track position would’ve been better to have at this point.

“Alright, let’s try again,” Chase comments after coming off pit road. “How many laps left in this gig?”

“95,” Alan informs him, to which Sarina takes a deep breath. It was still enough time – but they had to stop playing around if they wanted to be part of the final equation. “We have time. We just need to get through these.”

“Yeah, that’s all we need to do.” It seemed pretty obvious, right?

He would work at accomplishing the feat, though, making his way back in the top-10 with 76 to go, with a caution coming 24 laps left for Joey Gase going around on the apron.

“How is that a caution?” Lindsay questions, to which Sarina had to shrug her shoulders. She felt a little defeated as she believed the long-run speed of the No. 9 and gaining ground could’ve worked to their favor without this yellow flag.

“Whatcha got there?” Alan asks, as per his usual protocol when the yellow flag came out.

“Pretty nice, actually,” Chase answers, which had Sarina smiling. Not only had the car looked good, but the driver was pretty happy.

The No. 9 team also put in their due work, gaining him some spots as he came off sixth. He also finally got a good restart for a change, moving up into second, followed by taking the lead with 37 laps to go.

It seemed everything was coming together as Chase had gapped the field and was looking to be heading to victory. Perhaps they’d get the redemption they so desperately wanted right then and there.

Then it happened. rather than getting back ot the white flag, a caution came out with 2 laps to go for William Byron going around with a flat tire.

“Caution, spin on the apron, back it down here,” Eddie said as the yellow came out over the radio.

“That has got to be a joke,” Chase says, pure disbelief immediately in the cockpit,

“I’m fucking beside myself,” Alan replies instantly as he slams his fist against the pit box. “That’s unreal.”

“Fuck!” Sarina lets out immediately, shaking her head at the sight before her on the screen “How is that a caution? He’s on the apron, not on the racing groove, and there’s no debris to be found. Besides that, he could’ve been able to get back to pit road with that flat tire. Why can’t people be smarter?”

She runs her hands through her hair, just shaking her head. If it wasn’t one thing this year keeping them out of victory lane, it was another. It just seemed like one thing after another.

“What do you think you need here?” Alan questions, trying to get them back in the game. They had to focus.

“I don’t fucking know,” Chase answers, obviously frustration still there to which just caused Sarina to shake her head.

“Pit here….” Alan instructs as Sarina shakes her head immediately.

“Some guys are going to stay, no?” Chase questions, to which Sarina absolutely loved his questioning. She almost wanted him to defy the crew chief’s request.

“Yeah, but not fall off as much as we did,” Alan answers, to which Sarina knew was a reference to earlier in the event. But that was more laps – and with being at the tail of the cars that stayed out. Better handling car, combined with clean air and more bound to stay out behind them – this had to be the right call here.

Leading, with 2 to go, and yet they were going to pit for tires and give up the top spot? Was this seriously happening? Was Alan actually doing this right now? What was going through that man’s mind?

“I think Alan just threw this race away,” Sarina comments with a sigh as she sits on the couch defeated.

The Tale of Love & Racing: Sarina’s Story – Chapter 365: Toyota 200

“That’s my goal. I want nothing more than to just go run well and try to put ourselves in position to win a lot of races, and we’ve been lucky to have been in a few positions this year. We’re fast enough to win, just hasn’t worked out. I’m hopeful that our day will come.” – Chase Elliott

Thursday, May 21 – Darlington Raceway

Chase lets out a sigh as he watches the cars finally roll off pit road for the start of the event.

“Finally,” he comments to himself as he gets comfortable on the couch, ready to watch the event – which should’ve started four hours ago but was delayed, thanks to rain.

Sarina was able to make things happen strongly off the pole, leading flag-to-flag en route to winning the opening stage. The positive momentum carried into the rest of the event, as she ran in the top-five through the rest of the day en route to finishing fifth.

Chase’s eyes, though, was rather focused on the battle for the win closely with Chase Briscoe and Kyle Busch.  While ultimately cheering for Rowdy – even with what happened, it was nice to see Briscoe win with everything he and Marissa are going through right now.

With his focus on that, he didn’t even hear his phone go off initially, though quickly let his eyes catch his attention in seeing the phone number.

“Hello?” He answers the phone call, intrigued as to what Alyssa had to say. With what was going on lately in regards the news of a possible influence from Andrew Nodding, it was partially uncomfortable in having the lawyer dial his number.

“Hey Chase,” Alyssa starts easily. “I know you got to be in a good mood with Sarina’s run today, so I figured I’d share you some good news.” Chase felt intrigue as anything surrounding Andrew wasn’t good news, due to the fears associated. “With the state further opening things up, they’re getting ready to get back into doing usual adoption processes. Now, there are some stipulations – they don’t want kids meeting multiple people right now due to the possible chance of spreading the disease. However, there are ways that you can complete other steps of the process.”

“Beyond simply doing online classes?” Chase wasn’t the biggest fan of those, either, as most of them seemed annoying.

“Precisely. You will be eligible to attend in-person classes, and require a couple of those being paramount to you being able to move forward to the next session. You’re also eligible for having the in-home walk-through in learning about what’s right, what you need to do to ensure approval. There’s also availability to begin discussion potential candidates, and maybe conversing over video chat. The last option is something that they haven’t fully opened up doing as they’re not sure on it yet, but a discussed possibility.” Chase was encouraged by the options, knowing any progress was better than none as it kept them both hopeful. Besides, the further along now the better they’d be once things opened up.

“So what do we do now?” He knew once he passed along the news to Sarina that she’d be ready to dive in, hence wanting some details.

“Wendy will be contacting you in regards to getting information and scheduling times for the above. I know that’s not easy as you’re both busy racing everywhere right now, but try to be patient in working with her on times within your schedule. We showed her down in Daytona how you can make things work, so just continue with that patience. If you run into any snags, you know how to get a hold of me.” Chase wasn’t shy about that anymore as it seemed Alyssa’s phone number had become popular.

“I’ll make sure to give you a shout if I need anything. Thank you.”

Sarina had been home for a couple hours, which enabled her to get some food into her, followed by Chase sharing the details of the phone call with Alyssa so that way they both were on the same page.

“You’re thinking….” Chase says a while later once they were comfortable in bed later that night after putting Abigail down.

“I had a conversation with Lindsay on Tuesday during the rain delay, and I keep running through my mind what we talked about,” Sarina offers, to which sends him into total confusion. There were many things that those girls could have discussed.

“Can you enlighten me, please?” Sarina knew that an open policy between them both was always the best of situation, especially if decisions ultimately came up.

“I was reading about surrogacy, and continued steps that need to be taken to fully embrace it, from the steps necessary to everything. Just as I told her, I agree that adoption is a great option and I want to be the person to help someone. I still think we should continue down this road. But, I haven’t lost the thought of surrogacy. We have eggs harvested, and it would be nice to have another child with a piece of us.”  Chase takes a deep breath, knowing that was a reasonable thought. However, there were so many other layers a simple comment or thought brought into the equation.

“So essentially, we could be a family of five with three kids?” Sarina nods her head, knowing that ultimately was where they were headed. “Wow, the lady who never saw herself as a mother is now speaking of having three children.”

“I think we could handle it, too, as we’re both caring and we have the right support system in place. Obviously, not at this very moment would it be ideal, but say once things open up.” Chase nods his head, knowing spending time at the tracks as a family versus this weird laid out schedule would certainly make things better.

“I don’t have any complaints, honestly. I think it’s a good idea.” Sarina smiles as she was all prepared for resistance, hence the stumbling blocks in sharing initially.

“Lindsay wondered, though, if I am only considering the option because of the hurtles that we’ve found with adoption. What if I am wanting an easier way out? Now, I assured that wasn’t part of the theory at all – instead assuring her as to what I told you.  That said, she reminded me that while she offered to be that person for us, it’s not the right time as of now.” Chase wasn’t surprised one bit by her comment in knowing  everything going on, with Lindsay raising two children in the process. He and Sarina were already having enough fun with just Abigail.

“Can you blame her?” Sarina shakes her head no, even if she was a little taken back at first. “Besides, do you want to begin that process while in the midst of the adoption?”

“It’s going to take time as we have to make sure everything is eligible to happen, setting our guidelines to what we want, followed by finding the right match. Look at how long that’s taking for Samantha.” Chase was well aware, having heard those frustrations shared despite understanding at the same time.

“But say things start to move with both – do you want to be bringing in two new children at the same time? Besides, we have other things to worry about, too…” Sarina takes a deep breath, knowing that they could never escape drama it seemed. But of course, there was also their racing and all the ever-changes with that, too.

“I just don’t want to continue to sit around waiting. We’re going to wait through this process, and then have to do it once again. Maybe I am impatient.” Chase reaches over, giving her shoulder a slight squeeze.

“For what it’s worth, it makes you a good racecar driver. We’re going to make it through this, patient, together.” He then gives her a small kiss to which she smiles in return.

Friday, May 22– Charlotte, North Carolina

Chase lets out a sigh as he gets set for the media availabil8ty, knowing the number one topic of the day would be his gesture and what happened with Kyle.

To him, it was a mute point as he knew Kyle hadn’t done it on purpose, and they managed to talk out their differences just a day later. Besides, why would two guys who had done stuff for each other and were friends stay mad?

“So what did Sarina think about what happened?” One of the media members asks, to which Chase wasn’t surprised by that either. Of course they’d wonder considering she’s a driver herself, and drove for Kyle.

“She was upset like the fans obviously,” he replies, which was dead obvious. “She was mad about what happened when I got home, frustrated for the same reasons. However, she moved forward quickly as she knows just like I do – he made a mistake going for it.” He wasn’t about to offer any other details, knowing that it’d become the latest gossip column across all the websites. Was that really necessary?

“So what do you do now moving forward?” Chase knew they wanted to hear that there’d be revenge, or he’d race Kyle harder than any other driver on the track. However, that wasn’t going to be the case.

“For me, I just want to go win,” he commented. “I thought we had a really nice opportunity to try and grab a win there on Wednesday. So, that’s my goal. I want nothing more than to just go run well and try to put ourselves in position to win a lot of races, and we’ve been lucky to have been in a few positions this year. We’re fast enough to win, just hasn’t worked out. I’m hopeful that our day will come.”

They’d go forth in asking all of the usual questions that they wanted to inquire about – before allowing him to go about his day. He was glad that was the case, as he wanted to cover some bases while at Hendrick Motorsports for the day.

He makes his way down into the shop, waving a couple quick hellos as he heads to his destination. He only smiles in seeing the mechanic bending over the front end, looking at the motor and other components.

“Ah, just like ‘ol times with your hands pouring over that 48,” he comments, to which just gets a chuckle back in return. “I want you to admit that you missed this.”

“Remember I was just agreeing to be off the road, not off the team,” Ron Malec replies as he glances up over at the source. “You know I can’t leave these cars alone, especially in his last season.” Chase walks over, having a glance himself, while making sure to keep the right social distance in case someone was watching.

“I just hope you get Jimmie Jam a win this season.” Ron nods his head, as no doubt it wouldn’t be fitting to see Jimmie go out without a trip to victory lane.

“That’s the plan, my man. So what are you doing here? I mean, I thought you’d get in trouble if you were in the shop.” Chase chuckles as that was certainly the believed perception. He almost hoped nobody spotted him before he headed out for that reason.

“This is a little too important for me to leave untouched. I need to ask you a favor.” Ron looks over intrigued, as the last time he was asked for something similar it got messy. “Do you remember Damien Carter?”

“I thought you locked that shithead away in jail, along with all of his goons.” Chase nods his head, as he thought it was equally over at that point, too.

“They are, but it seems there may be a missing link to the puzzle. Alison called me to meet with her because she wanted to share information that Andrew Nodding for-”

“Are you sure that she’s not playing you?” Chase wasn’t sure about that yet, but too many pieces of the puzzles were adding up to not look away.

“I thought about that, and she may be – but I cannot leave it untouched. Andrew Nodding is the son of Austyn, the individual in which was put away after going after Sarina’s parents.” Ron feels himself freeze a little in seeing the connections immediately.

“So what’s the favor that you need?” Chase takes a deep breath, knowing it had ultimately come to this point.

“I need you go to see Damien and see if he can offer any information about Andrew, any possible connections or reasons to connect him back. I would do it myself, but you read that man from day one like a book. You warned me that he was trouble, and you were right. I figure that’s why you’re the best person to dig some information out of him. I have arranged time to see him in lock-up. I just need you to agree to do it.” Ron takes a deep breath as he knew it was a difficult measure in not wanting to dig deeper holes. However, he also knew how important this could be if the hunches about Andrew were even close to being right.

“I’m in. Name the time and place, and I’ll be there to the best of my ability – as long as you get that off my schedule with Rick.” Chase nods his head, accepting, knowing he could manage that.

“I’ll handle any help you need, if necessary.”

Friday, May 22– Phoenix, Arizona

With that detail out of the way, Chase was set to complete the next phase of everything – going to see Carter.

Standing in the doorway, he eyes him with hopefully the darkest look he could imagine. He didn’t need any reminders of what happened, and wanted to ensure his ground was stood.

“I’m surprised you wanted to see me,” Carter starts as Chase takes his seat across from him. “I thought you were angry at me for touching your wif-”

“I am,” Chase cuts him off, not wanting to go down that road. “I am still upset, angry, and there’s nothing that you could say or do right now to be forgiven no matter what. However, desperate times call for desperate measures.” Chase didn’t want to be there, but knew any information was better than none.

“And you’re expecting me to answer your questions?” Chase nods his head, taking a deep breath. He could already tell that this would be difficult. “What do you want, Chase?”

“What do you know about Andrew Nodding?” Chase thought about revealing Alison’s connection, though figured he may get played by Carter with a theory surrounding that. instead, a random name may possibly trigger something.

“He is a drug lord who just so happens to have some interesting feelings about your wife. After all, wasn’t it her father that ultimately died as a result of this guy’s father?” Chase nods his head, intrigued how easily the connections were drawn together. “I can understand why Andrew would not appreciate the family one bit, and warrant revenge.”

“Have you had any contact with him?” Chase figured it was worth seeing if there were any connections to draw.

“And why would I tell you if I did?” Chase chuckles, as it was how he predicted – not so easy.

“I don’t know, humor me. it just seems that you’re making some pretty big accusations and assumptions.” He knew anybody could say what Carter just told him, but the easy knowledge combined with drawing pieces together easily spelled everything together.

“All I know is that Alison had some connection with the dude, alright? That’s as far as my connection goes. Mine was simply focused on getting payment while getting my fix in of your wife. Let’s just say that it was worth every penny.” Chase resisted the urge to reach over and punch the guy immediately, or just go off him. He had to take advantage of this opportunity.

“So it wasn’t a random encounter that night as you had someone follo-”

“I thought you heard the details form the others of how I forced them to work with me. Why are we rehashing history?”  Chase lets out a sigh, wishing he wasn’t having to do that right now either.

“But in the meanwhile, you were doing this for someone because they were paying you. So who was providing the payment – Alison or Andrew?” If Alison was forced via this wacky technology, then perhaps Carter was paid off and knew the guy’s story due to being involved.

“Does it matter who? Alison needed help to accomplish her goals, had some extra dough, and didn’t care how rich she was as long as she got her paws on you. I simply agreed because let’s face it, your wife is a fine piece of ass.” Chase takes a deep breath, once again letting the anger subside as he wanted to stick to the details.

“So you are brought in by Alison, but yet you know the full history of Andrew and Austyn.” He could tell by the look on Carter’s face that he was getting somewhere in his comments.

“I was involved in criminal activity and I know people. I know who doesn’t like who and such.” Chase predicted that to be a load of crap, still believing Andrew had paid off Carter as he originally believed.

“So if you know where everybody is, where is Andrew right now?” it was worth a shot as that’d solve a lot of problems rather quickly.

“I don’t know, man. I don’t keep track of people. I’m behind bars righ-”

“Where was he the last time that you spoke or heard of him?” Carter once again shrugs his shoulders.

“Even if I knew those details, I wouldn’t help you – unless you offer that wife agai-”

“How about you just go to hell?” Carter laughs, as Chase glances down at the table. He knew he couldn’t engage in this further as he wasn’t going to get any information that way. “For the record, I feel that you’re totally bluffing me. I feel that Andrew paid you off and you were always part of his ring – after all, you stated yourself that you have a history. So I’d appreciate if you share some details.”

“I told you what I wanted in return, Elliott. Everybody has to pay a price to get what they want.” Chase shakes his head as he stands up slowly. “Wait? Are you really leaving me just like that?”

“I’ve asked the questions I wanted. Thanks for your answers.” Chase heads for the door as he knew there was no point in engaging further if it wasn’t going to get him anything.

“I’ll be sure to tell Andrew that you stopped by.” Chase then freezes, glancing back as Carter just smirks in return. “You’re better at reading people than you think, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to hand over my boss with a silver platter.”

“Tell him that he can go to hell with you.” Chase then leaves, knowing that the latest meeting certainly escalated things a little.

Was it really worth it going to see Carter?

The Tale of Love & Racing: Sarina’s Story – Chapter 364: The One-Finger Salute

“If that ****ing happened the way I think it happened, then that’s ****ing bull****.”  – Alan Gustafson

Wednesday, May 20 – Darlington Raceway

Off the drop of the green flag, Chase would make his way into third quickly, ready to chase down Denny for the top spot. He would get to the outside of Kyle off of turn four, almost seemingly easily going by – until it happened.

“18 is there…quarter, bumper,” Eddie calls over the radio. “Oh he just hooked us! What a son of a bitch!”

Kyle would try to slip in the gap between Chase and Kevin, through wasn’t clear of Chase’s rear bumper, hooking him and turning him into the inside wall.

“Fuck!” Sarina lets out immediately as she chucks the pillow across the room. “Are you fucking kidding me? Really, Kyle? Really?” She could only shake her head in disgust in seeing the scene unfold before her, even more disgusted that it was Kyle whom caused the incident.

“Come on 18!” Alan lets out, obviously his frustration equaling Sarina’s right now. She knew that he knew where she was coming from, as Alan and Kyle had worked together previously and were still friends. Just like she couldn’t believe it with them all being friends and her experience driving for him, here they were. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I am good,” Chase says over the radio, to which Sarina lets out a sigh of relief in that regard. The anger had certainly caused any potential worry to be subsided as her focus was on kicking Kyle’s ass.

“If that fucking happened the way I think it happened, then that’s fucking bullshit.”

“Oh it happened.”

Sarina watches Chase climb from the car, and knew from his stance that it wasn’t going to be good as she could read his frustration immediately.

“Please don’t throw that helmet,” she comments to herself, knowing how much he’d regret that later with cherishing them closely. Though even frustrated, she knew he’d be smarter than that, too. “A HANs device makes a good weapon…”

Though watching him dodge off the safety officials and make his way to the just below the yellow line, she couldn’t help but clap in seeing the sight as Chase delivered the perfect one-finger salute to Kyle.

“Well deserved,” she comments, still shaking herself over the whole ordeal even as the broadcast continued to show countless replays of the contact.

She then lets out a sigh in seeing that just three laps later, the skies had decided to open up with rain falling all the way around the speedway. It seemed that mother nature was not a fan of the contact, either. If only that would’ve fallen seconds earlier, they would’ve still had a car in one piece and a runner-up finish. if only seconds earlier than that, they could’ve been celebrating in victory lane.

Instead, they had a wrecked car, with a lot of confusion and anger over what happened.

“Might want to look to your left there, KB,” Adam tells Kyle over the radio, catching Sarina’s attention. She was practically tuned off the event in seeing the rain, with the cars now brought down pit road to a stop. She had switched to Kyle’s channel after the incident in hopes of hearing some explanation, though nothing heard met her approval thus far. “Looks like you have a welcoming committee.”

“I believe so,” Kyle replies to which Sarina couldn’t help but smile. It was nice seeing Alan and the crew ready to defend their driver in what happened with a trip down pit road to greet Kyle where he had stopped under the red flag.

“Looking real good there Tyler (Semke),” Sarina comments with a chuckle in seeing him sitting there with his firesuit tied around his waist. If you’re going to show you’re not backing down and ready for a fight, then it was time to show off the big guns.

It wasn’t chuckles on pit road as Alan could only sit there in disgust, a mix of confusion and anger still filling him as he repeated what happened in his mind time and time again. Why? Why them? Why them, again? What was Kyle thinking there?

“I just want to make sure your guys are going to stay here,” Chris Jones breaks Alan’s thoughts, as he glances over at the Kyle Busch crew member. Alan was surprised in seeing his guys follow him down there, but he appreciated the back-up should something happen. Besides, it was nice to show their frustration as one united group.

“Yeah, for sure,” Alan replies back, allowing his eyes to focus back on the No. 18 M&Ms Camry on pit road. “I’ve got my guys.” Alan then looks down pit road to where the group sat together, following his lead in staring at Kyle’s car. “Guys…” Each crew member nods their head in approval with the crew chief, knowing they wouldn’t move in unless necessary.

As everyone predicted with how steadily the rain was coming down, NASCAR called the event with Denny getting credited as the victor. Alan could only let out a sigh in knowing what could’ve been just a couple, or five laps earlier.

His eyes don’t leave the No. 18 Camry as he watches Kyle climb the car, putting on his mask per NASCAR requirement. He keeps his eyes locked, catching the gaze of his fellow competitor. He knew by the glance back in return that the message had been delivered, and was followed with Kyle walking directly over to him.

“I’m sorry,” Kyle starts to which Alan just keeps his eyes locked in a dead heat with Kyle. “I made a mistake. I know I fucked up, and I’m sorry.”

“You could’ve used some more patience there,” Alan advises to which Kyle nods his head in agreement. “I mean, I expect better out of you knowing your talent.”

“Tony said I was clear over the radio, and I took his judgment as I was focused on Kevin in my mirror. I should’ve checked myself.” Alan chuckles as wasn’t that obvious now by the bent sheet metal?

“No shit, Kyle. I mean, I thought you were smarter…” Kyle lets out a sigh, understanding the frustrating spewing over from Alan right now.

“We’re friends, Chase and I are friends. I’m still friends with most of the guys, too. Do you really think I’d do that on purpose, Alan? I made a mistake!” Alan nods his head as that was certainly obvious, too.

“A mistake that we’ve seen before by not only you, but others. It just seems ridiculous seeing it once again.” Kyle hated it just as much as Alan did right now, as he knew what it felt like to be on the other side. That was just part of racing sometimes, right?

“You don’t need to keep rehashing the fact as I get it. I mean, you know me! Come on, man! You know I don’t filter my words. What the fuck?” Alan gives him a glance knowing that this was going a little too far already, and perhaps that was just his own frustration with coming close and no wins yet this year.

“You’re right, I know you. I’ve worked with you and I know you’re smarter than this. That’s why it sucks so much!” Kyle lets out a sigh, knowing they weren’t going to get anywhere.

“Listen, there’s not much more I can say. I’m sorry. I really mean it.” Kyle then walks away as Alan lets out a sigh.

As angry as he was, he recognized it was a simple mistake – and perhaps he was being a little too harsh. But it still sucked to see a crumpled up car in the garage, and it still sucked that their chance of winning was wiped away just like that.

Thursday, May 21 – Dawsonville, Georgia

Chase glances at his phone, letting out a sigh as soon as he saw the caller ID. He knew the conversation was coming sooner than later, but didn’t expect to be having it this afternoon. He thought Kyle would be busy racing on track right now, against his wife. With a chuckle to himself, he just hoped Sarina didn’t decide to take payback into her own hands.

“Hello?” He answers the phone, knowing that he couldn’t just avoid the conversation.

“Hey Chase,” Kyle simply starts, knowing that this could go one of two ways, hopefully better than warranted. “I was hoping to chat with you if you have some time during this rain delay since I’m just sitting around here watching rain drops.”

“Are you that bored already that you need me to entertain you?” Kyle couldn’t help but chuckle in response. “You could always go see Sarina for some entertainment.”

“I don’t know if I want to see her quite yet after yesterday. She may still want to kill me.” Chase wasn’t about to deny that, knowing the frustration was still there from Sarina when he got home. He had died off some himself, but still felt it even speaking to Kyle right now.

“Do you honestly blame her, Kyle?” Kyle lets out a sigh, knowing he had that coming to start this conversation.

“I can’t, if we’re being truthful, as I know the frustration and anger has to be there with you and Alan, too. That’s why I wanted to call you and say the same thing that I told him, your crew guys, and the media – I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I turned you. I’m sorry the incident happened. I never would want to wreck you on purpose.” Chase thought that deep down, knowing how close they’d grown through Sarina driving for him and the process of having Abigail. However, it barely had crossed his mind – just a touch – when the initial contact happened.

“We also both know how aggressive you can be, and how that can affect decisions made on track.” Kyle wasn’t about to deny that, knowing he was more aggressive than most. However, he didn’t plan to change anytime soon because that is what he believed was necessary to win races, and championships – as he had done.

“You’ve been in those situations late in the race – you want to get in line as soon as you can, because if you lose ground, you’re screwed. I knew that I had to get in line behind you or else Kevin was going to get by me, too. Literally in that moment, I was looking in my rearview watching Kevin, and I trusted Tony’s judgment. He said I was clear, I went up and caught your bumper. I’m sorry, man. It was an honest mistake.” Chase lets out a sigh, having expected a similar explanation based on previous scenarios he’d been involved in himself. The honestly straight up from Kyle was nice.

“Look, I don’t think you wrecked me on purpose. I think you were trying to make a spot that wasn’t there. I get that mistake happen, that’s part of life, but you’re not a guy to make mistakes. So for me to be on the poor end of a rare mistake, at the end of the day, it’s unfortunate and it stings.” Kyle nods his head, accepting, as he appreciated the honesty in Chase’s frustration.

“Listen, I hate that it was you too, especially considering how close we are as friends, as well as everybody on that team. I know most of those guys really well, Alan especially. It stings more. It would’ve been much better if it was Joey instead.” Chase wasn’t about to deny that as Joey getting a taste of that would be nice considering some of his antics.

“Could you please turn Brad the next time you make a mistake?” Kyle chuckles, knowing Chase’s thoughts on Joey’s teammate matched his. It seemed the Penske duo was a problem.

“Again, I have to ask you because you’re good friends with him. How does Ryan stand those two as teammates?” Chase couldn’t help but chuckle as he asked himself that question.

“I asked, and he told me that they’re much better to deal with than they seem. I can’t say that I believe him, though…”

“For the record, I’m glad that you elected to just flip me off rather than come beat me up. Unlike Joey, you could probably kick my ass.” Chase chuckles even more, remembering the thought process.

“I was so frustrated and angry, and to be honest, I still have no regrets over that even with your apology. It was warranted and deserving for your dumb mistake.” Kyle wasn’t about to deny that. “Besides, my arms are short so it’d be difficult to fight you six-feet apart. Although, it seems Alan broke that boundary with the discussion.”

“When I looked over at the pit wall and saw all the guys – especially Tyler sitting there without his shirt, I thought I was fixing to get my ass kicked.” Chase chuckles, having seen the video since last night of that waiting crew and discussion.

“You know better than anybody – Tyler is a gentle giant.”

“So we’re still good, right?” Chase wanted to stay angry, and no doubt still frustration in seeing another opportunity to win slip away. However, he knew it’d be unfair to direct that towards Kyle.

“We’re good, man. I can’t stay mad at you after everything you’ve done for me. Besides, payback is dish best deserved with cold hard cash. I’ll see you Tuesday, buddy.” Kyle could only shake his head, as reminder of their bounty surfaced in his mind.

“I’ll see you before then, but I’ll be ready to kick your ass come Monday, as well. Don’t worry, I promise to not wreck you this time.” Chase bites his tongue as he was ready to dish something back in return.

“I look forward to the challenge, sir.”

The Tale of Love & Racing: Sarina’s Story – Chapter 363: Toyota 500

Tuesday. May 19 – Darlington Raceway

Sarina lets out a sigh as she puts her feet up, glancing out the window.

How was this much rain humanly possible?

She had arrived at the track bright and early, per the requirement from NASCAR in relation to the new COVID-19 testing policy. While Chase had offered to fly her to Darlington, she elected to drive to the track instead, citing that it wasn’t the longest drive. She didn’t regret it now, getting comfortable with her feet kicked out as she folded the one seat down.

She debated getting mixed in a video game, having brought the console and TV to hook up in the car with having seen the weather, but knew she could make better usage of her time. it was why she was back to reading up on the guidelines should she choose to go through with surrogacy.

“I thought you had decided to go down the adoption route,” Lindsay comments, as she had her best friend over the speaker phone. “Are you sure you’re just not looking at this avenue because the adoption is going to get delayed, ultimately?”

“I was reading and inquiring about this long before the pandemic and everything,” Sarina quickly informs her, wanting to make this clear. She didn’t want to think of being someone who was ultimately choosing the easy way out, nor put off the wrong impression. “I wanted to be able to keep all of my options open and truth be told, maybe it’d be nice to have another child with our genes combined.”

“I just think your time could be better spent focusing on the avenue that you’re pursuing. What about reading up on classes during this delay?” Sarina chuckles, wishing it was that easy as she could easily pond off her completion.

“Unfortunately, you have to either attend a scheduled class that you have pre-signed up for via video, or in person. With the in-person classes temporarily out of order, Chase and I have  been dong the online classes, as annoying as they can be sometimes. I was planning to be racing right now, not staring at rain clouds.” Lindsay lets out a sigh, understanding the frustration as rain delays at the track were never fun.

“Okay, that’s fair. But you should know surrogacy is no easier, just ask Samantha in what she’s told us. I mean, I really feel for her and I hope it works out.” Sarina nods her head, sympathically. “I wanted to help her out, actually, but it turns out that we’re not a match – unlike us of course. I looked into that, secretly with just Kyle knowing.”

“Really?” Lindsay thinks back to the discussion, remembering how odd it was at the beginning in her and Kyle not having spoken much before then.

“They deserve it, and if I could make it easier, I was willing to do that for them – the same way that I offered that for you. I hate it didn’t pan out.” Sarina nods her head, as that certainly would’ve been best case scenario. Though it also brought a small smile in her own mind.

“So if I was to ask you, you’d still be open to doing it for me?” Lindsay was caught off-guard by the direct question, and didn’t know what to say right off the bat.

“My heart breaks for Kyle and Samantha in seeing the heartbreak and how they’ve helped everyone, but struggled themselves. That’s why I opened the door widely for them. Now, don’t me wrong, I have told you that I’d do it for you. But right now at this moment? I don’t know if that’s feasible. Can I really carry another child while taking care of two of my own, at times by myself because of Ryan off racing? I got to think about my family, too.”  It felt like a partial slap in the face in seeing Lindsay reach out to Kyle and Samantha, but now back-peddling with her. However, she understood the reasoning.

“I totally understand, and I know that it can’t be easy at times for everybody right now. I mean, I don’t even know if I’d want to do it honestly right now with all the previsions and everything in place. It may be best to wait until this blows over, right?” Lindsay nods her head, actually appreciating the perspective. If the adoption went through and started to go according to plan, she wondered if Sarina’s feelings about this surrogacy option would change. There was no point starting something that she may not finish.

“Absolutely, as you know that there is going to be stress in traveling, combined with everything else that you need to follow. It’s better to weather one storm and not multiple at a time.” Sarina lets out a sigh, almost willing to drop the ball in everything else that she was dealing with right now.

“Don’t we know that better than anyone?” She then glances back down at the book that she was peering through over the discussion. “Perhaps a video game would more fun than reading this law book, anyway.”

Sarina lets out a sigh and reading the text message from NASCAR, which officially postponed their race to Thursday now. it meant that she had sat around the track for nothing all day long. While any day at the race track was worth it – especially after being chased away from months, it still felt terrible in knowing she could’ve spent these past hours with Chase and Abigail.

It also meant that she’d have to make the trip back up to Darlington once again on Thursday, as well. She almost wanted to see the Cup race rained out tomorrow so her and Chase could make the trip together, and it’d be sympathy in seeing him deal with the same type of day. However, taking a deep breath, she could never wish that on someone else, either.

Taking a deep breath and getting the front seat back ready to go, she knew it was time for the trip back home. She quickly sends Chase a text, telling him the news and that she’d be home soon.

She then hears a knock on the car window, and almost wanted to draw her phone back ready to chuck at the individual. Though she immediately froze instead, in seeing that it was Chase Briscoe standing there.

She slowly lowers her car window, still confused and intrigued at the same time by her fellow competitor’s appearance.

“Can I ask you something?” Briscoe questions with tears in his eyes, to which Sarina felt even more confused now by his appearance. Was he seriously crying because of the rain out?

“Of course,” she answers, with a touch of hesitation in her voice. Was she really ready for this question?

“You have to promise me that you won’t tell anybody this until Marissa and I-”

“Chase, you have my word. What’s going on?” Sarina felt her nerves and worries only increasing by how he was prefacing these words. They had never talked about Marissa before together, nor had Sarina spoken with her to date. Her mind could only swirl with theories.

“She was pregnant, and she had a doctor’s appointment today. I was listening over the phone since I couldn’t be there. They couldn’t find the baby’s heartbeat….” The tears then begin streaming down his face once again, as Sarina feels worst realities entering her mind immediately. “We lost the baby…”

“Oh Chase…” Sarina turns the car key off, reaching for the door handle, opening it immediately. “I know we’re supposed to be social distancing and all, but…” She then wraps both arms around him, offering a hug of comfort. His words immediately brought her back to months of worries with Abigail, wondering if she could even get pregnant, and her own miscarriage. “I’m so sorry, Chase…”

“It was almost surreal sitting there watching it on my phone screen, like it was movie. But no, that was my Marissa going through that by herself there, and that’s our baby…” Sarina nods her head, immediately understanding. It went back to the feelings in learning she’d lost her own, a piece of her, even if she didn’t know she was pregnant before the news.

“I know from experience that there’s no words that I can say to make it easier. I can tell you that the weeks, even months ahead are going to be tough for both of you. I can tell you that you’ll have more doubts than you could imagine about everything. But I want you to know that you will get through this, both of you, together. You and Marissa will be stronger because of this.” Chase nods his head accepting the advice offered.

“I didn’t mean to come up here and bring up pain that you’ve bee-”

“It’s fine, honestly. I’d rather be here for you and Marissa, then watch you go through it alone. It’s much harder doing it that way.” Sarina knew that from personal experience, still thankful for Samantha and Kyle in everything that they did. She also remembered Samantha talking about how she went through it.

“But I actually came to talk to you for a reason. You’ve been there. What can I do to make it easier for Marissa?” Sarina takes a deep breath, thinking back to the months that she processed through everything.

“There’s no magic words or thing that you can do to make it go away. Like I said, it’ll be tough for days and months, but it will get easier and you will be stronger for it. All you can do is be there for her, hold her, comfort her, and assure her that she did nothing wrong and she’s amazing. That’s all you can do to make it easier as she’ll need to go through it in her own way. But Chase, the same goes for you. Don’t swipe it under the rug because you want to do everything for her and think it doesn’t affect you. It does, and you need to take care of yourself, too.” Chase Briscoe nods his head accepting the advice.

“Thank you, Sarina.” She gives him a sly smile, glad that it was setting in.

“And if you need someone to talk to, don’t hesitate to call me – anytime of the day, as I am willing to offer you advice as you need fit. Same goes with Marissa as you can let her know that I can sympathize with her and give her someone to lean on if needed.” The comment gets her another nod in return.

“I appreciate it, and I will definitely let her know that. Thank you…” He then wipes the tears out of his eyes as he glances back towards his phone. “I better get going. I told her that I’d be home as soon as poss-”

“Are you sure that you’re okay to drive yourself home? I mean, I could give you a ride and then you could get your car on Thursday.” She could see the thought was puzzling his mind, and could see the emotions written over his face.

“I’m fine, honestly. I appreciate the offer, but I’m fin-”

“I believe you, and I know that you can compartmentalize because you’re like me, we’re racecar drivers and can focus on a task if need be. But for everybody’s sanity and safety, let me drive you home. That way both myself and Marissa don’t need to worry abou-”

“You’re going one way to Georgia, and I’m going another to North Carolina. I’m sending you out of your own wa-”

“It’s fine, honestly. I’ll text Chase and he’ll understand and come to North Carolina and grab me on the plane. Let me do this for you..” She finally gets a nod of approval in response, as he walks over to the passenger side of her car while she sends the necessary text. “And for the record, Chase (Elliott) repeats my sentiments – if you or Marissa need anything or want someone to lean on, don’t hesitate to text us.”

“I appreciate it, thank you.”

Wednesday. May 20 – Darlington Raceway

“Let’s have us a nice smooth one this evening,” Chase comes over the radio as they get set for the green flag.

Although her heart was still feeling heavy following the news from Briscoe, Sarina was cuddled up comfortable on the race, perhaps with a tighter hold on Abigail in the process, ready to take in a nice night of racing action from Darlington. Knowing that she was going to be hitting the same track tomorrow, perhaps she was watching with even more interest.

It seemed there was speed in the No. 9 Chevrolet right from the drop of the green flag, as Chase began to make his way forward right away. The speed shined through as he cut his way through the field, including a push to Austin through turns three and four.

“Geeeez boy…” Sarina lets out in watching him run three-wide with Austin and Ryan  rather closely, taking a deep breath in watching everybody come through without any damage. If this was going to be a night of those moves, she may need to break out the Talladega Tums package.

His progress forward showed in his stage finishes, as he was in the top-10 by the end of the first stage, and ultimately scored a runner-up in the second stage. Taking a deep breath, it seemed like the stage was setting for a great run in the final portion and perhaps a challenge for the win.

He dropped back to fourth at the beginning of the third stage, but the long run speed in the car shined through as he’d ultimately pass Erik Jones for the lead with 68 laps to go.

“Hell yeah!” Sarina lets out, loving everything that she was seeing. He had easily putting down the quickest laps on the long run, and found his way to the front with ease. If everything played out, it was going to be a great night to remember.

He would make his green flag pit stop as scheduled with the race nearing its end. Though before everybody cycled through, the caution came out with 43 laps to go for Matt going around with a flat tire.

“I’m going to go out on a short limb and say that fucked us,” Chase comes over the radio as Sarina could only shake her head in disgust. Once again, a driver had suffered a flat tire and rather than biting the bullet, they decided they’d go around for a spin to draw a caution and make things easier for themselves.

Thankfully, it didn’t screw Chase as much as he thought, as he’d cycle through back to the lead lap, ultimately restarting on the front row alongside Brad Keselowski. The pair went back and forth for the lead, with Sarina hopeful it played out as there was no way she wanted to see the No. 2 in victory lane.

Though before they sorted it out, the caution was back out once again with 33 laps to go. Alan brought him down pit road for four tires, with him coming off fourth. Brad, who stayed out, would restart the lead ahead of Denny (two tires) and then Kyle Busch and Chase.

“Sorry about that, Chad,” Sarina hears Chase over the radio, knowing that was directed towards their front tire changer. Obviously, Chase had slid too far in the stall or didn’t go enough in to set up for a good stop – hence the lost time.

“No worries, we have a good car,” Alan assures his driver, to which Sarina couldn’t help but nod her head in agreement. “We can do this.”

Sarina takes a deep breath, knowing this run to the checkered was going to be fun to watch as they had a fast car, four tires, and Chase had created magic at Darlington previously. She was ready to buckle down and enjoy the show before her tonight.

The Tale of Love & Racing: Sarina’s Story – Chapter 362: The Real Heroes 400

Sunday, May 17 – Darlington Raceway

Sarina gets comfortable on the couch, smiling as she gets comfy with Abigail in her arms, playing with one of her toys. It was going to be a fun relaxing afternoon of mommy and me, getting back to one of their favorite things to do together.

“Let’s hope Daddy can kick some ass today,” she comments, though regrets saying it immediately in knowing she dropped a word that she shouldn’t. She should be beginning to realize that little ones picked up on absolutely everything that you said and did.

“Dada…” Abigail natters off, to which Sarina just chuckles as it was still adorable to this day to hear her say it.

As she waits for the race to get started, she glances at her phone and an immediate smile forms on her face. Perhaps qualifying being cancelled right now wasn’t totally a bad thing, as Dave had drawn her pole for Tuesday night’s Xfinity Series event. hopefully they could bring another strong car to the track and make it work.

Her eyes, though, focused quickly to the television screen in seeing things were getting ready to get started.

“That sight has never looked any better than right now,” she comments in seeing the cars roll onto the track, double-wide, getting ready for the green flag of the event. “Please don’t ever let me take this granted ever again because damn, I’ve missed this more than anything.”

“No…” Abigail says as one of her toys drops out of her hands onto the floor, with Fletcher heading straight for it. Sarina just chuckles as she reaches down, picking it up, wiping it off before giving the toy back to Abigail.

“Don’t worry, Fletcher won’t hurt your toy.” She then smiles as she watches the dog lay down by the couch. “As much as I love spending today with both of you, I can’t wait for Tuesday. That damn day can’t come soon enough.”

She watches as Chase starts off solidly, keeping himself inside the top-10 while Jimmie takes over the top spot at the front of the field. Sarina wasn’t about to complain, as she wouldn’t mind seeing Jimmie victory lane, knowing that was necessary with it being his last season in the series.

“I don’t have off throttle turn, it’s really bland,” Chase complains over the radio, as Sarina had done the liberty of loading the scanner app on NASCAR.com. She partially cursed it, though, as it made her realize that TV was about a lap behind what Chase and Eddie were saying. It was just one of those annoyances that she knew she’d have to get used to during this period. “Riding on the splitter, tight..”

Despite the complaints, Sarina didn’t have much to say herself, as she believed that they’d get the car fixed up. it was a long race after all, right? However, it wouldn’t stay that way in her book, as a couple curse words ultimately slipped out on the last lap of the stage.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She questions, with a frustrated growl in seeing the crumpled up No. 48 Chevrolet on her screen. It appeared as though Jimmie was on his way to scoring the stage victory, though he’d come up on a lap-car quicker than anticipated, going around and hitting the inside wall. “It just seems like his dumb luck this year. Unbelievable!”

It only seemed to get worse, as Chase would finish 10^th in the stage – but sped on pit road, resulted in starting from the tail end of the lead lap. She could only muster frustrations in watching the race fall apart piece by piece.

Taking a deep breath, though, she wasn’t about to give up as she had to remind herself there were lots of laps left, and the No. 9 team had a lot of fight in them. Chase could make his way back to the front, right?

He began to make good process on that note, driving his way back up through to just outside the top-10 by halfway through the second stage. She just needed to remain calm and faithful in her man and his team.

“Much better change there,” Chase comments over the radio, which only caused her hope to increase. She was glad that Alan was being smart in his adjustments. “Definitely more in that direction. I think we can stand it – more on the track bar, back on the wedge. Do the track bar first, then we can go back on the edge.”

The improved handling of the No. 9 worked in his favor as he was able to hold the track position gained, scoring a solid 11^th place finish for the stage. While it sucked to not get any points, it wasn’t bad considering how they had started after the penalty.

“I’m loose, but that’s the best time I’ve made around one and two,” Chase comments over the radio, which gave Sarina hope. They were no longer totally tight, but rather finding the other end of the spectrum. It was always better to be loose than tight – loose was fast, right? She just hoped the progress continued through the second half of the event now.

The progress would continue for Chase, as he was able to restart seventh after a caution, driving his way from there up to third behind Kevin Harvick and Brad Keselowski.

“Just hurt the right front trying to pass the 2 (Keselowski),” Chase reports over the radio, which Sarina could only chuckle a little. You always heard the advice – race the track, not your fellow competitors. She almost wondered how Chase had lost track of that as he was typically patient and knew Darlington’s characteristics well. “I’m paying for it now.”

He would fall back to fourth before there’d be a caution for a lazy spin by Ryan Newman to set-up a run to the checkered. He’d hold his ground through it, ultimately scoring a solid fourth-place finish.

While you always wanted more and it would’ve been nice to be in victory lane, Sarina wasn’t going to start complaining. She could only think about how they started the race following no practice and the gains that were made. it showed the strength of the team and the top-five was nothing to bitch about. It also made a smile appear on her face as she looked towards Wednesday, in seeing whether they could keep improving and possibly score a win.

Though before then, she was even more excited in knowing she’d get her chance to tackle the Lady in Black on Tuesday.

Chase walks into the house, setting his bag down (with his helmet and firesuit), slipping off his shoes and hanging up his sweater. He glances in the living room, seeing nobody was there. Slightly confused, he makes his way upstairs – and stops as soon as he gets up there. A glance into the bedsroom, and an immediate smile formed on his face.

Sarina and Abigail were cuddled up together on the bed, with Fletcher lying across the bottom. He makes his way over, slowly scooping up the little girl in his arms.

“You had a busy day with your momma today it seems,” he comments as she immediately cuddles up close with her head tucked close to his neck.

“Oh, so she gets love before Momma?” Sarina questions, catching Chase by surprise as he honestly believed she was sleeping.

“I thought everybody fell asleep. Sorry.” He then kneels down, placing a kiss on her cheek, before standing up as he didn’t want to disturb the little girl in his arms. “I’m going to go put her to bed.”

“I tried to keep her awake till you got home so you could see her and tuck her in.” Chase smiles as he appreciated the gesture.

“It was pouring rain when I left the track, and then a storm hit. I waited it out a little bit before heading out. You could’ve put her to bed.” Sarina knew that, but she also loved the bond between Chase and Abigail. Though she was more in appreciation right now by him listening to the advice before leaving in being careful.

“Nice job today, by the way.” He smiles as he leaves the room, taking her into the bedsroom. He lays her down quietly, tucking her in, before flipping on the night light. He then gives her a quick kiss before escaping the room, and returning back with Sarina and Fletcher.

“I have no complaints. We started so far off, but I’m proud of the team for their work all day. The adjustments were on-point and Alan certainly got me back in the ballpark. I told him if we can start that way on Wednesday, it should be a fun night.” Sarina smiles as that was right along her thoughts earlier.

“You guys are hitting on all cylinders – it seems all of you as a team are. It just sucks that Jimmie keeps getting the short end of the stick. He needs to find that horseshoe once again.” Chase almost wanted to chuckle, but felt bad as he had to agree Jimmie’s luck right now stunk. He had heard about what happened and couldn’t honestly believe it himself.

“So what were you doing while keeping quiet?” Sarina glances back to her phone, with the message that she was reading still loaded.

“Christopher sent me the re-worked midget schedule, as he still wants to work out something for us this year together.” Chase wasn’t surprised as he knew the excitement across the board about getting Sarina in a midget for an event. It was almost like Christopher was more excited and ready for it.

“So what’d you tell him?” Sarina lets out a sigh, as her mind was currently split down the middle in what she should do moving forward.

“We both know how much fun I had testing the midget and the fact that I was set to get behind the wheel for an event because it looked like a ton of fun. To be honest, that hasn’t changed. However, there’s a lot goin-”

“I told you to not worry about Andre-”

“That’s not what I’m talking about, Chase. I’m talking about my own health. I’m talking about this virus and everything going on within that. Do I want to throw in running a midget event right now in the middle?” Chase shrugs his shoulders as he understood the concerns and certainly saw those as reasons to put it off, but knew for Sarina that being behind the wheel was always the best therapy no matter what.

“If you wanted  to, I wouldn’t be against it – if that helps you at all. I know how much you’re looking for it, and how much you love driving a racecar. Though I also know that we need to be watching out and being careful, too.” Sarina takes a deep breath, as she wanted to hopefully find a day where he wasn’t watching over her like a hawk.

“You don’t need to remind me, Chase. We’ve been over this.” Chase went to say something, but bit his tongue. He didn’t want to repeat the discussion, but wasn’t meaning something along those lines with the comment here, either. “Besides, I told him that I’m putting it off for now, for at least a couple of months. I told him I’d rather watch things get back to normal before we go forth with doing something like this. He respected my choice, and told me that I better go kick some ass on Tuesday.”

“I like his plan, as I was going to tell you the same thing.”

Monday, May 18 – Dawsonville, GA

Sarina sits down on the couch, placing the package before her as she begins to rip the tape off.

“What are you doing?” Lindsay questions over their video chat, not seeing much except the ceiling and hearing the rustle of the tape.

“Careful Lindsay, you may see a naked Chase next,” Samantha teases, to which Lindsay could be heard chuckling in response. Sarina just rolled her eyes at her crazy friends, not really caring what they thought right now.

“I wouldn’t want you get to get jealous,” Sarina offers as she finally finishes getting the tape off the box. She then begins to work at opening it, hoping that it was the package that she had been waiting for.

“Then what the heck is more important than your girls?” Lindsay questions, almost wishing that she was over at the Elliott household right now so she could strangle Sarina.

“Yes! It came!!” A big wide smile forms on Sarina’s face as she pulls the suit out of the box, quickly unfolding it. She could only smile in approval, glad that everything appeared to as correct as they had discussed in designing it.

“What are you talking about?” Sarina finally picks up her phone, showcasing the suit to the ladies as she lays it out on the couch. “Man, you better hope that still fits after all the munching that you’ve been doing these past couple of weeks.”

“Oh man….” Samantha comments as she begins to chuckle at the thought. “Imagine waiting for a suit for months and then boom, you go to wear it for tomorrow and it doesn’t fit. That’d just be the perfect scenario.” Sarina rolls her eyes, unimpressed with the reaction from the girls.

“Considering neither of you are going to be supportive, I’m just going to put this on, and dance around the house without either of you,” Sarina offers as she begins to strip out of her pants. She didn’t just want to proves the ladies wrong, but she wanted to try it on herself in the midst of her excitement.

“So while she fixates on that suit, how are things right now Samantha?” Lindsay questions as Sarina begins to slip the suit on.

“Let’s just say that be glad your kids aren’t older right now,” Samantha starts, as she glances out the window with a sigh in seeing Kyle and Brexton running around together. “For the most part, Brexton has been fine to deal with through the quarantine. But there are days where he asks why can’t I play with my friends, or why can’t I do this, and I don’t know what to tell him sometimes. I feel terrible at times in seeing him upset – even though I know I am doing the right thing. Then there’s days where you cannot contain his energy.” Lindsay then takes her own glance towards her girls with Ryan.

“It hasn’t promoted any differences in my house, but it sucks that we can’t experience these moments with our families. Ryan and I were talking about it the other day in how much Evelyn and Carrie-Ann have grown and changed since the last time we had a family get together or seen our friends. We were so excited about everybody spending time together, savoring those moments, and seeing them grow-up alongside Louie.”

“It fits, thank you very much…” Sarina interrupts, spinning around with pride as she absolutely loved it. it felt to finally have the suit, even if a couple months later than she originally would’ve warranted.

“You certainly look good,” Samantha  comments as she smiles in response. “Lindsay, I totally understand what you’re saying and the setbacks are what I think are the hardest part. It’s like our lives have been put on pause – and I understand why because trust me, I want everybody to be safe and stay healthy. But my selfish needs want to be able to enter that next phase.” The comment catches Sarina’s attention, as she knew what Samantha was referencing right away.

“We may not be able to enter the next phase of adoption now until late summer as everything is currently on hold via the Georgia government. We have been encouraged to take the classes and complete those in the meanwhile, but how do you go through those hopeful without knowing when you can begin the next phase?” Samantha nods her head, immediately sympathizing, as she lets out a sigh.

“Kyle and I began the surrogacy process, and with trying to align blood type along with the wants that I want in a mother, let’s just say that it hasn’t gone smoothly. They have seen less people sign up, which narrows the window of selection. I may have to go with someone out of state, which doesn’t settle well with me.” Sarina bites her lips, as that fit right in her wondering if she could go through with the same type of process and trust someone away from her with her baby.

“So are you still going to go through with it?” Lindsay wonders, which Sarina was curious about as well.

“Absolutely,” Samantha answers with definition in her voice. “I want my family, and I am willing to explore whatever options for a little girl to join Brexton. I know it will be difficult and not easy, but I am willing to do what’s necessary. I know in the end,  that no matter how tough or whatever fight comes my way, it’ll be worth it for that little girl.”

“How do you do it, Sam?” Sarina then questions as she was brought back to her initial doubts. “I mean, I was ready to explore that initially, but trusting a stranger….”

“It’s not easy nor it is ideal, but sometimes you need to take big chances to get what you want in life. You should know that in the road that you’ve taken to get where you are, sweetheart. Sometimes it can be a blessing in disguise as that person could turn out to be the next inspiration, or next best friend. I took a chance on you, and look at where we are now.”

“I wouldn’t change an ounce of our friendship, either.”

The Tale of Love & Racing: Sarina’s Story – Chapter 361: “So, what do you want me to do then?”

Thursday, May 14 – Dawsonville, Georgia

Sarina lets out a sigh, as she tries to get comfortable on the couch.

“What did I say about taking it easy, princess?” Chase questions as he walks in the room, handing her a bottle of Gatorade, before sitting on the other end of the couch.

“I swear I wasn’t doing anything over the to-”

“But yet here you are all tired out.” She then glances over with a slightly dirty look, surprised by his constant degree of comments.

“We both got back from a bike ride. We’re both sweating and tired. I think that’d constitute as you feeling the same way that I am, but yet hey, let’s pick on me.” Chase rolls his eyes, having grown used to this usual spell of comments from her when they had these pointed discussions.

“I just care about you and I worry about you. Is that a crime?” She thinks it over, flattered partially, though annoyed at the same time.

“No, but it can grow annoying when you constantly bug me.” Chase lets out a sigh, glancing over at the playpen, seeing Abigail was still napping away. They had taken her on the bike ride, with a convenient baby seat now added to Chase’s bike – who knew that’d be happening.

“So, what do you want me to do then?” She thinks it over, a couple dirty thoughts immediately coming to mind, but knowing that’d be out of place right now.

“Can you just give me some space, please? I know that we’ve got a lot going on-”

“You also have some health concerns to addres-”

“But they can handled and are being handled with poise and the right behavior, Chase. I understand what I am facing and what Dr. Grayson said – I was in the office, remember? I am following her recommendations of exercises, taking the pills, and putting the cream on. It is helping in regards to the discomfort, and hopefully the other is doing the trick.” Chase nods his head in agreement, knowing the thought of her going through another surgery wasn’t wonderful. “Now, let’s focus on you and the fact that you’re going back racing this weekend. I’d hope that you’re being smart in hydra-”

“Grapefruits and bananas are already in the fridge for snacks, and I have been following my normal process of getting fluids in my body. I also have already planned out what I am taking for a snack / lunch on Sunday, and ensured the firesuit and helmet are ready to go. I’ve been here before where I’ve had to do everything for myself and prepare for a race. I think I can handle it.” It was now her turn to roll the eyes are the snark behind the comments, but knew it was deserving after what she dished out.

“Are we sure the big superstar remembers how to do everything for himself? I mean, it’s been a few years since you’ve done the short track thin-”

“I can handle it, Sarina. Just like you say I don’t have to worry about you but do, the same goes in return.” He then glances at his phone, seeing a new text message from Alan. “Oh lookie here, the crew chief can’t draw worth a shit.”

“12^th?” Chase laughs, as that was possible with the format in Alan being able to draw anything from the pole to 12^th.

“Nope, but not much better as I’ll be starting in 11^th on Sunday.” Sarina wasn’t surprised, knowing that they never seemed to have the best of luck with draws. “Of course Brad Keselowski has a horseshoe up his ass and draws the pole.”

“Ugh, really?” Chase nods his head as he glances over the full starting line-up.

“They also announced the schedule for June, by the way.” The comment caught Sarina with intrigue as it was nice to know more races were coming ahead for her. She admittedly was jealous that Chase was going to be running four Cup races and a truck in the span of time that she’d run two Xfinity events.

“Please tell me that they haven’t forgotten about the Xfinity Series this time….” Chase shakes his head no, as he glances over quickly seeing a mix of dates.

“We’re ending off May with a trip to Bristol for us both, on separate days.” Sarina wasn’t surprised in knowing the social distancing protocols were in effect. Though admittedly, she was excited to see a short track return to the schedule as they were always fun in getting back to roots. “Atlanta will follow, with the Trucks and Xfinity on Saturday spaced apart, followed by Cup on Sunday.”

“Looks like it’ll be a busy weekend for not only us, but for Cindy.” Chase nods his head in agreement, knowing that meant Cindy was fully in charge of Abigail on Saturday with them both at the track all day long. It was certainly going to feel weird to be racing close to home without any family or friends allowed at the race track. “I also hope that you’re getting your shot at the boun-”

“If the bounty is still on, which I need to ask Kevin, I will be getting a chance sooner as Kyle is also running the truck race at Charlotte, too.” Sarina smiles as she had forgotten about the notice on Kyle’s schedule. It wasn’t even supposed to be on Chase’s schedule, but you can thank bad move from Kyle Larson for that.

“Then you better be on your A-game as I want to see that bounty caught.” Chase smiles as that was certainly the plan, but no matter what, it was fun to be getting back in a truck after a couple years.

“Then we’re going to Martinsville on Wednesday afterwards, which makes for a real busy week. Actually, this is probably going to be the busiest time for us both and Momma. The Saturday will see the trucks race, followed by Xfinity. Then that will see the Xfinity once again on Sunday, followed  by the Cup race.” Sarina’s eyes lit up immediately as she wanted to make sure she heard him right. Two trips to one of her favorite tracks in a weekend?

“I get a double header at Homestead….” Chase nods his head, as he admittedly was surprised by the addition.

“It goes in place of Iowa.” Sarina was having a bit of mixed feelings with that revelation.

“Iowa is fun, but is it okay to admit that Homestead is more fun?” Chase looks over, slightly surprised.

“The girl that loves the short tracks is preferring an immediate over a short track?” Sarina gives him a ‘really’ glance as she was surprised by the comment.

“Isn’t Iowa just a track pretending to be a short track?” Chase couldn’t help but chuckle. “Both tracks are fun, but Homestead is just a pure blast. Racing right up against the wall, battling side-by-side – it’s a thrill that you get nowhere else – except Darlington.”

“I can’t argue with you there, and Cindy will have a busy two days.” Sarina smiles as she knew what that meant already.

“Thanks to Larson?” Chase nods his head as Sarina couldn’t help but sigh. “I feel for him, in a way. I mean, I know he made a mistake and certainly there’s no place for that word to be used by anybody. I’m proud that the sanctioning body took the stand in suspending him for that as they need to set the tone and send a message. While I understand companies like his sponsors and Chevrolet and Ganassi having to watch for their own butts, throwing him right under the bus is a little too much. There’s got to be room for second chances, right?”

“Absolutely, and I think he will find his way back eventually. But let’s face it, he’s going to have a blast running dirt for awhile as you know his heart lies there.” Sarina wasn’t about to argue with that as Kyle had made the point very well known himself. “After Homestead, we go to Talladega. You get the Saturday with the ARCA Series, and I get the Sunday.”

“Let’s face it – watching any race from home is painful as it’s so much different than from being there. I mean, you want to be there in the thick of the action and the smells and being able to see and witness for yourself. It also gives you peace of mind, too. But Talladega is going to be the worst of those races because my heart will be over the roof, watching for any sight of that No. 9 Chevrolet, hoping like anything nothing happens – and you rise to the occasion. Please make sure you have a full tums supply for that weekend.” Chase chuckles but wasn’t about to argue, as he was ready to have a jar ready for himself.

“Beyond that, the schedule will be announced in the future. Just note that fans will not be allowed through these events, with the same protocols being followed. No surprise, as we discussed.” Sarirna nods her head, and was honestly thankful for that as she didn’t want to take any chances in relation to the virus.

Saturday, May 16 – Dawsonville, Georgia

Sarina walks into the living room with Abigail in her arms, pausing as soon as she walks with a glance towards Chase with surprise.

“May I help you?” He questions, catching the response immediately.

“Am I seriously seeing this?” She asks, which just brings back confusion on his face. “You’re watching cornhole on television. I mean, there’s a ton of other things that you could be watching, and yet you’re watching cornhole.”

“Is there a problem with that?” Sarina glances towards the telecast, still slightly confused, though immediately just shrugs her shoulders as she makes her way fully into the room.

“Not at all, to each their own I guess. I just never pictured as you someone to watch cornhole on television. Play it, watch it live – whatever, but on TV?” Chase kicks his feet up, sharing a quick wave for the jolly little girl in Sarina’s arms as Sarina sits down on the floor with her. “This little one is all happily changed and ready for some with her parents. Let’s just say that it was a messy one, as predicted.”

“Well thank you for taking one for the team.” Sarina just rolls her eyes, knowing Chase had done whatever he could after breakfast to avoid changing her diaper. “Something else is on your mind.”

“Everything is fin-”

“I sensed it through breakfast, the way you were watching me and thinking. Talk to me…” Sarina lets out a sigh as she knew she couldn’t avoid the conversation.

“Can you promise me to be careful tomorrow?” Chase glances at her slightly confused, as it was out of her normal behavior to say that.

“I’m always carefu-”

“Just promise me, please…” Sarina takes a deep breath as she watches Abigail, trying to keep her emotions in check. “We haven’t spent that much time apart in a crisis, but when we have, the worst has happened. I’m sure I don’t need to remind you.”

“That isn’t going to happ-”

“My brain tells me that, logic says that it’ll be a fine weekend with a good chance of seeing that beautiful No. 9 NAPA Chevrolet in victory lane. But my heart worries and wonders. We thought we were done with craziness in our lives, but yet we get dished another curveball with a revelation about Andrew (Nodding) and another health scare. We’ve said it before – if it isn’t one thing, it’s another thing. That’s why my heart is looking for those extra words of assurance…”

“I understand…” Chase takes a deep breath as he gets up off the couch, and makes his way over the floor where Abigail was playing alongside Sarina. He then sits down alongside Sarina, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I remember the fear and the pain that I experienced during those times. I don’t want to go through that again, either. So it’s okay to ask for that re-assurance. But Sarina, I promise you this and everyday forward – I will be careful. I do whatever it takes to be safe, and return back to my girls, because nothing in the world means more to me than you and Abigail.”

“Thank you.” She then lets her lean against him slightly, brushing her lips across his. “I love you, forever and always. The feeling is mutual.”

“Well I’d hope so or I may have to take this pretty ring away.” Sarina glances at her hand, smiling as despite being a simple pink stone, it stood for so much more for them both.

“I don’t think I’m ever letting that happen, again.” Chase smiles as that was something he couldn’t argue about one bit.