P.S: I love the song and it really fits for this chapter

The next day, Brian asked me if I would like to go to a car show. Since I loved cars as much as he did, I chose it. He would also exhibit his own car. It was about expensive sports cars. Every year something like this was exhibited in Sydney. Malcolm and Angus came with their Lamborghini Countach LP 400S that they got from their grandfather. The car was bronze and it was really beautiful.

(Mals and Angs car)

But Brian...well...he had a Ferrari. A red one! Naturally! What did you think! A Ferrari should always be red! Brian had a Ferrari Testerossa. God! I love this car!

(Brians car)

"How do you like it, honey?" Brian asked as I walked around the car. He had only now told me that he has such a cool sports car!

"I'm in love with your car!" I screamed. Brian started laughing.

"Do not you love me anymore?!"

"I love you both!" I screamed. Brian giggled. Malcolm came out with Angus. Cara was in a baby carrier.

"Is that just saying you're in the market too?" Brian asked annoyed. Angus got into his and Malcolm's sports car. Malcolm handed him Cara's baby carrier, which Angus placed on his lap and then buckled up.

"Do you think we'll let you win, Johnson?" Asked Angus. "Forget it." I laughed. Malcolm got in the driver's seat and started the car. You have to say the car looked really good. The engine roared. But it wasn't a Ferrari. Malcolm backed up and then the two were gone.

"Come on, darling." God! I've never sat in a car like this! Everything was so cool. Brian noticed that my eyes were the size of a plate and grinned at me as he started the car. We drove to the market square. There were already many sports cars in a row there. Malcolm was at a table talking to a woman. The car was parked out of the way.

"What is Malcolm doing?" I asked. Brian got out.

"He's getting a parking ticket. I do that too. Wait here." I nodded and watched Brian get a ticket. Soon he came back. There was a number on it, which was marked on the squares. We were right across from Malcolm and Angus. Brian got out. I did too. We left the car open as anyone could look at it.

"What happens now?" I asked.

"People look at the car and then choose which one is the most beautiful. The winner gets a prize. The year before last, Mal and Ang won."

"Really?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes." Brian nodded. We walked across the square and looked at different cars.

"Brian! Look here! A Chevrolet corvette stringray!" I screamed, my eyes wide, as I ran towards the car. Brian watched me smile. I circled the car with big eyes. Then I went to Brian, who kissed me gently. "At my age, these cars are all worth so much, Bri." I said.

"The cars are already very expensive."

"Yes. But in my age, cars, at least most of them, are totally ugly. And these are all oldtimers that are really worth a lot." Brian nodded. We went on and looked around. There were a few cheaper cars and some very expensive ones. In front of a Jaguar XJS, Angus and Malcolm stood. Angus took a closer look at the car while Malcolm held Cara in the cot and cooed at her. I smiled. God. That was cute. Brian held my hand as we walked over to the two of them.

"You don't have a chance against me this year!" Shouted Brian. Angus looked at him.

"That's not true! Our car will win! Mal spiced it up! We will win again! Like the year before last!" Cried Angus. Malcolm rolled his eyes and I laughed.

"It doesn't matter, Angus." Malcolm said. "It should be fun and that's all." I nodded.

"You're right about that." Brian and Angus talked while I went to Malcolm. "You took her with you?" I asked and saw how Cara was playing with the little ladybug that Angus gave her. "Your daughter is so cute, Malcolm." He smiled.

"Yes, that's the way it is." He grinned. "I took her because Linda is still exhausted and should sleep."

"Yes you are right. I already told you you'd be a great father." He blushed and smiled.

"Thank you." We rummaged through the square for a long time and looked at different cars. At some point we went to the kiosk and got something to eat and drink.

"That jaguar over there is really cool." Said Angus.

"Yes. There are interesting cars here this year." Brian nodded. Malcolm looked a little distant.

"What's going on, Mal?" I asked, putting my arm around him.

"Nothing at all. Have you and Brian already planned your wedding?"

"No. We don't." I muttered. "But I have a request."

"Yes?"

"I want you and Ang to be our groomsmen." Malcolm's mouth fell open.

"Really?"

"Yes. Really." I chuckled. Cara cried loudly. Malcolm unbuttoned his shirt. I looked at him questioningly. Malcolm put Cara in his shirt. She couldn't fall out because the bottom buttons were up and the shirt was tucked into his pants. I smiled. Cara stopped crying and pressed against his warm skin. Malcolm held her gently on her back.

"She wants physical contact." Malcolm smiled softly.

"We have the result!" It came over the loudspeaker. Everyone looked at the dais. The man rattled off all the places until he finally got to the top three who could win prizes. "Third place goes to Charles Twist with his Jaguar E-Type V 12." People clapped as the man went up the stairs. "Second place goes to William Moor with his Porsche 911." The man went up. "And now we come to first place." I held Brian's hand, knowing that he really wanted to win. "This year there are two first places." A murmur went through the group. "The bronze Lamborghini Countach LP 400S wins. And the red Ferrari Testerossa." I gasped and looked at Brian, who was grinning. "Ladies and gentlemen, we ask Malcolm and Angus Young and Brian Johnson to come on stage." Everyone gasped and looked at the three who went on stage. Malcolm still had Cara in his shirt. I had to grin. That was so cute. All three were given a gold medal and a trophy. Then a picture was taken for the press and the cars got a ribbon. I ran up to Brian and kissed him hard.

"You won!" I screamed. Angus was still bouncing around like a small child, holding up the trophy with a screeching voice. Brian held his trophy and kissed me tightly again. "No. We won. You're my fiancée." I beamed and kissed him again.

*

We went home and ate there. Linda was on her feet, taking care of Cara a little. Malcolm was pretty exhausted. He was lying on the sofa and sleeping. Brian and Angus chatted loudly about the better car. I rolled my eyes.

"Men." Muttered Ellen. We laughed.

"Congratulations you two." Phil smiled and shook hands with them.

"Thank you." Angus beamed.

"What about our other racer?" Cliff teased.

"Malcolm is sleeping." Linda said and cradled Cara in her arms. Brian kissed me hard.

"We won, baby."

"I know." I grinned. "Because we have such a sexy car." He blushed.

"Now you fit your Ferrari perfectly, Brian!" Shouted Phil. We laughed.