P.S: I'm relly sorry, that this chapter is so short:( Hopefully you still like it and you are not bored with the story.

It had been two months now. I was 6 months pregnant. And today Brian told me we were going to see a car race. Of course we'd both be protected by security and all. And we were let into the stadium earlier. Brian signed a couple of autographs. I smiled. Normally I would have been such a fangirl too. But, I'm married to him! I don't need a signature! Soon we were sitting in the stands. In a pretty good place. Brian had bought chips and drinks. He had a beer, I had a lemonade. Soon the stadium was filled with other people and the cars drove into it. They were really great cars.

"Have you seen anything like this before?" Brian asked me. I shook my head.

"Through the television, yes. But I've never been there live. I couldn't afford it." Brian explained a few rules to me that I hadn't known before. God. He was so intelligent. The cars drove off and people screamed enthusiastically. I fevered with. Just like Brian. At some point I gasped for air. Brian didn't notice. I immediately took Brian's hand.

"What's going on?" He asked, a little worried. I pressed his hand firmly against my baby bump.

"Do you feel that, Johnson?" I grinned. It took a while and then he beamed.

"The kid kicked." I heard him say over the deafening crowd. I nodded eagerly. "Oh my god." There were tears in his eyes as he smiled at my stomach. I would have loved to kiss him now. But I'm no longer allowed to do that in public. First, it would look weird, and second, Brian could get into a scandal. When you are famous, many things are unfortunately not that easy. He continued to watch the cars, but his hand didn't leave my stomach. I smiled when the baby kicked his hand.

"Look! I told you 33 wins!" I shouted.

"Just wait!" Protested Brian. "45 will win!"

"Dream on." I teased. He looked at me briefly and then giggled. The cars drove their laps. We heard the loud engines, the shouting of the people and the moderator. It was a very different feeling than watching the race on TV. I fevered with. It was like sitting in the car yourself with your hands on the steering wheel. As if you would step on the gas and the clutch yourself. No wonder that motorsport fans really like such races. Brian held my hand and stroked my ring finger. I had the engagement ring on my middle finger and the wedding ring on my ring finger. Brian also wore his wedding ring. God. I love motorsport so much. The cars sped across the racetrack. The tires screeched on the tar. The final laps and then we would know the winner. Everyone stood up to see better and screamed. I stood on my bench and saw more. Brian looked up at me, giggling. I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"And the number...33 won!" Shouted the moderator through the boxes. The crowd shrieked as the last cars crossed the finish line and the winner got out of his car. I looked at Brian with a grin.

"I told you 33 would win." He chuckled.

"Yes. You actually did. But I swear! You must have bribed the other drivers!" I laughed.

"With your autographs!" He grinned.

"Perhaps."

"I used your Ferrari Testerossa!" I teased. His eyes widened. I giggled and hugged him. "That was fun, darling. I love the car too much to bet it for something like that. Besides, it's your car." He giggled and kissed my cheek.

*

At some point we went home together.

"Did you like that?" Asked Brian. I nodded eagerly.

"Yes. It was wonderful. Really. Just great. Thank you, Brimi." He smiled. We went to a park and sat on a bench. He looked around briefly and then kissed me hard.

"I love you so much, Arlene."

"I love you so much too, Brimi." He blushed. I giggled. He stroked my stomach again. "You liked that, didn't you?" I grinned.

"What?" He asked.

"Well, that our baby kicked in your hand. You liked that, didn't you?" He turned even redder. I giggled and kissed him hard. "I like it too, darling." He smiled.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Brian." We went to see birds in the park and bought an ice cream. The day was wonderful. In the evening we had a lot of fun with the others. We played games and told each other funny stories. My life was fun again. But Brian was right: I kind of had to go back in time before my baby was born. But how? It turned out that before that I would have another big problem.