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Holt practically flung himself at his father, and I stood back to let them have their moment before they both reached for me to drag me into their hug. Maybe everything was going to turn out to be okay after all.
“Your mom and I are trying to work on things,” Dad confessed once we broke apart. “Counseling, that sort of thing. I really fucked things up. It’s all on me, and I’ll take all the blame if that’s what it takes, but I love her. So much.”
I pulled Holt closer to me. “I’ll agree with you on the fucking up part. But the two of you were always so happy, so I have no doubt that you can work things out.”
“I hope so. I’ve been a pretty horrible husband and father lately, so I wouldn’t blame anyone for giving up on me. The fact that I served her with divorce papers. That was the worst thing I could have done.” He took a shaky breath. “I’m honestly surprised she’s even talking to me right now.”
Holt moved to go hug him again, so I took a moment to brush my teeth and wash my face. When I came back into the living room, they were sitting on the couch talking. I eased myself next to Holt, slipping my arm around his shoulders. He looked over at me and put a hand on my knee.
“Feeling all right?” he asked softly.
I nodded. “Yeah, baby, I’m perfect.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Holt
Watson gripped my hand tightly. “I’m going to vomit.” He turned to look at me with wide eyes. “I’m serious, baby. I think—”
I reached up to drag a thumb over his cheekbones. “You’re just nervous,” I murmured as his lids fluttered. “You’re going to be just fine. Relax, take a deep breath,” I reminded him, as the sounds of everyone around us threatened to push him over the edge.
Watson was scheduled to give a news conference in about five minutes about his future as a driver and whether he was coming back next year or not. We already knew the answer to that, but we hadn’t told anyone else. Not even Mason or Shepard. Watson wanted to announce it publicly to everyone at the same time at Phoenix, which was the last race of the year.
“Why does this calm me?” he asked before he gripped my wrists. His dark eyes softened as he smiled at me. “Is this some sort of witchcraft?”
I snorted. “You are such an idiot.”
“But I’m your idiot. I love you, H.”
Warmth spread through my body. It didn’t matter how many times Watson said those three words to me, because it meant one thing. He was mine. All mine.
“I love you, too,” I whispered before he leaned down so he could brush his lips over mine.
“All right, you two.” Jenna clapped her hands together. “Watts, you ready to go out there? Because you got a packed house for this one.” She winked at me.
Watson visibly paled. “Oh, crap.” He turned and leaned over the garbage can like he might actually throw up this time.
