Olivia couldn't help but feel a little sad and very nervous about the fact that this was Scott's last weekend as Ryan's PR. He had been such a great mentor to her and she had learned a lot from him, but felt she still had more to learn. He was remaining with Penske, just in a different capacity.

Since the weekend would be so busy, she and Ryan were taking him out to dinner tonight as a thank you. Tomorrow, Ryan's family would be arriving.

Dinner with Scott was nice. Ryan expressed his thanks for his service and Olivia expressed her gratitude for him showing her the ropes, and also confessed her nerves about doing the job once he was gone. Scott reminded them they still had this weekend and assured Olivia she would be fine. She was the most together person he had known.

*******

Friday was a busy day, as Ryan had media center, a meet and greet and first and second practice. Sometime between practices, Dave and Lisa Blaney arrived, as did Ryan's sister Emma and adorable baby Louie.

Ryan watched as Olivia's eyes lit up as soon as she saw the infant. When she got the baby in her arms, she looked as if she were born to hold a child and Ryan couldn't help but imagine her holding their child. Whoa! Slow down bro. Y'all have been together for like a week and you're already planning a family with her. He chided himself.

Dave and Lisa were thrilled to see Olivia again, and more thrilled that she and Ryan were now a couple. Both of them remembered her fondly and recalled how much of a godsend she had been to Ryan back in high school.

Emma gave her a warm hug and expressed her thankfulness that Ryan was away from 'that bitch' Lauren and with someone who who wasn't with him for just money or status.

Ryan was pretty good in both practices. This was a track that he had done well at in the past, and everyone was hopeful for a good result come race day.

Saturday was another busy day with media and sponsor obligations, as well as qualifying, in which Ryan posted a fifth fastest time.

Race

Ryan was having a great day. He had a very fast car. He led a bunch of laps and won the second stage. He looked like he had the car to beat.

Ryan was leading the race when he pitted for what would be their final stop of the day. It all went to hell. The stop was very slow, as they had trouble on the right rear. He lost four spots.

A few laps later, he reported a bad vibration. It was getting worse and he knew he would have to pit again. They caught a lucky break when the caution came out for a car that had spun on the backstretch. Ryan was able to pit under cation where it was discovered that the tire changer had not gotten all the lug nuts tight in the last stop. A very costly mistake.

Because all of the leaders had already pitted, Ryan was shuffled back in the field and was the last car on the lead lap.

Olivia pulled her headset away from her ears, knowing a shit storm was coming, however, it did no good because she could still hear Ryan yelling on the other side, absolutely livid.

"Are you fucking kidding me. This is unfuckingbelievable. Unacceptable. We just gave this fucking race away. God dammit. Son of bitch."

He continued a profanity laced tirade until the checkered flag fell.

Olivia's heart was breaking for him. He had drove a flawless race all day. Although he was able to salvage a ninth place finish, it wasn't good enough for him. He should have been on his way to victory lane, instead, he was having to explain to reporters that it was a bad call, a mistake that had dropped him from contention. He was not one to throw his team under the bus and tell the world that the team fucked up and cost him the chance at a win.

Ryan was quiet on the plane ride home. Eventually, he went off to sit by himself. Olivia was about to go to him when Scott stopped her. "Just give him some space. He'll calm down. He'll probably be fine by the time we land."

Ryan was not fine by the time they landed, in fact, he seemed even angrier. He did not speak at all on the way back to his house. Olivia wondered if she should just go home, but she remembered the promise she made to herself to be there for him, even if he pushed her away. This could be a long night.

Upon arriving home, Ryan plopped himself on the couch. While Olivia was showering, he took the opportunity to check Twitter. He knew he was only torturing himself, but he clicked on his mentions anyway.

Ryan Blaney is the only Team Penske driver without a win this season.

Bad luck continues for Ryan Blaney.

Is it the car? The team? Or the driver of the number 12, Ryan Blaney that's the problem?

Is Ryan Blaney feeling the pressure to perform?

Is Ryan Blaney too nice?

Ryan Blaney is the most overrated driver in NASCAR.

I heard Ryan Blaney's girlfriend dumped him because he wasn't winning.

The last comments had him logging off of the app. Was it true? Was he the problem? Was he too nice? He could be an asshole if they wanted him to be. Was he overrated? Why the hell did they have to bring Lauren up? He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, just as Olivia returned to the living room, fresh from her shower.

"Do you want to work on the post race press release for social media tonight, or wait until tomorrow?" She asked tentatively.

"Tomorrow." He said flatly. She nodded. She should have known better than to bring that up now, when he was obviously in such a bad mood.

"Do you want to talk about it Ry?" She asked softly.

"What is there to talk about Olivia? You were there. You saw what went down." He snapped.

Struggling to hold her emotions in check, she tried talking to him again. "Are you hungry? I could fix something."

"No. I'm just going to go to bed."

Olivia was torn. Should she go home after all, give him his space or just stick around and try to be supportive?

In the end, she decided to stay. Ryan said he slept better with her there. She slept better too. She loved going to sleep with his arms wrapped around her and waking up the same.

Olivia decided she would go to bed as well. It had been a long, busy weekend.

When she slipped under the blankets and in to bed, Ryan did not stir. He made no move towards her. Please let tomorrow be better, she thought to herself.

The following morning, Olivia woke up much earlier than she wanted to. She did not sleep well during the night. She tried going back to sleep, but she had too much going through her mind. Ryan was still asleep. Please let him be in a better mood.

She went into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee and began making french toast and bacon.

Ryan finally made his way into the kitchen. He poured a cup of coffee and sat down. He still had not spoken. She couldn't miss the circles under his eyes and the clenched jaw.

"You hungry babe?" She asked, setting a plate before him.

He pushed it away. "Not hungry." He muttered.

Okay. He was still pouting. Luckily they didn't have a meeting at Penske that morning.

Olivia struggled to come up with something to say. "When do you have to go pick up Sturgill." She asked.

"Later." He replied.

She was getting frustrated. "Please talk to me Ry." She begged.

"What do you want me to say Olivia?" He said sharply. This was the second time since last night that he had called her Olivia.

"Did I do something wrong?" She asked, fighting back tears.

"You keep asking me to talk when I fucking have nothing to say." He snapped.

Now Olivia was angry. She tried giving him space. She tried being the supportive girlfriend. If he was going to be an ass, then he could be an ass all by himself. She had enough.

"I'm going to go home Ryan. If you decide to stop being an ass, let me know."

"Fine. Suit yourself."

She went into the bedroom to get her things, willing herself not to cry.

"You're really leaving aren't you?" He asked, as she came out of the bedroom with her bag. She couldn't believe he had the audacity to ask her that.

"Yes I'm leaving. I'm not your fucking doormat to walk all over. The words 'welcome' are not tattooed across my forehead. I understand you had a bad race, but that's not my fault, so stop taking it out on me." She stormed out the door, tears streaming down her face. Damn him.

Something snapped in Ryan. He really was an ass. He had just let the best thing in his life walk out the door. He needed to stop her.

He ran after her, and felt like an even bigger ass than before when he saw her sitting in her car crying. The car door still open.

"Livvy, please don't go. I'm so sorry."

"Why should I stay?" She asked, wiping her eyes.

"Because I need you." He replied.

"That's not good enough Ryan. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't slam this car door and leave." She shouted.

"Because I fucking love you." He shouted back.