Chasing Champions

Time skip

Sarah POV:

I was now 6 months along, and for the most part everything was going ok. Morning sickness was still a major factor and just like with Jace I think I'm going to be stuck with it for the whole pregnancy. I have started to truly feel my daughter move around, but there are times where I'd go 4 or 5 hours and not feel a thing. Which would scare the absolute shit out of me because that wasn't normal. I was still getting abnormally tired all the time but I have gotten use to it.

Right now Jace and I were in Georgia for a race, and even though this was his first year racing he was a natural. And it wasn't just because of who his parents were, anyone would tell him to either try something or change something and he would do it and make the call if it works or not. He picked things up so quickly it was scary, and he was already so passionate about the sport. Chase and I had both agreed we would never push him or any of our children into what we do. But if they wanted to we would stand behind them and support them the best we could. It just sucked that Chase himself couldn't come to a lot of his races, but Jace understood completely. He was so mature and grown up in so many ways it kinda made me sad but proud, and I know Chase felt the same way.

I sigh as I push myself out of the lawn chair and make sure his bike had gas and was ready to go. Both of us agreed to not get him the best of everything but still something good. And while I knew the our factory teams would help if we needed it or even transport our stuff for us, I wanted to teach him how his dad and I got to where we were today. We both traveled in trucks, vans, whatever we could use to get to races. I look up as I hear him walking over and he says,

"Momma, I'm up next. Should we go?"

I blink and shake my head as I had lost track of time, to which I blame the well known pregnancy brain. I smile and softly say,

"Yeah we should, why don't you grab your gear and a water and I'll take the bike?"

He frowns and crosses his arms, which made him look so much like his father, and as sternly as a near 4 year old could and says,

"No, I'll push the bike while you get my helmet and stuff. Dad said to not let you push the bike since you have to bend over to push it. And none of us want sissy to get hurt."

I blink in shock before giving in seeing as just like his father, he was incredibly protective of me and now his soon to be little sister. I walk along side of him as he pushes his own bike and I couldn't help but slip my phone out and send a quick photo of it all to Chase while thanking him for making him so overprotective already. He won't see it for another 10 minutes at least seeing as he was currently leading his second moto. I was listening with a headphone in my ear the whole time with bated breath.

As Jace and I reach his gate and he had the bike where he wanted I kneeled down next to him and popped a headphone into his ear as I pulled up the race and we watched the last lap. We both grinned as Chase fist pumps as he crosses the checkered flag and rides up to podium. Jace was putting on everything but his helmet so he could still listen as his dad was being interviewed. He said all the normal things that one says when up there but he ends it by saying,

"Now I get to head back to the rig, jump on my phone and watch Jaceman race. And I know you're probably sitting on the gate J, but still listening so go out and have fun and be safe, I'll talk to you later."

The grin on our sons face made my eyes tear up slightly in happiness. I quickly take the headphone back and slip his helmet on before he starts the bike. I rest my hands on his shoulders and say,

"Now be safe and try to not give me any heart attacks now ok?"

He just grins and nods as I laugh, squeezing his shoulders lightly I go and stand where all the other parents were. Right as I got there I get the video call from Chase, answering it I say,