I move my hand to rub Theo’s that is around my belly. I’m not going to do anything stupid with my precious cargo.
The next red light traps us all but quickly changes. Some pop wheelies for fun and to taunt others who can’t. Yet if Theo wants to ditch the race and rob a bank or something, I’ll be more than ready to be his getaway driver.
I giggle to myself.
Theo’s hands are fastened around me, knowing what goes on in my head, he says, “Hasta mañana, niños.”
“Ay, por favor.” Meadow remarks in his sarcastic tone, “Otro más que muerde el polvo.” He is a pro racer so that would be fun.
Flying on the road, the streets encompassing me blur as I switch between gears. I take a deep breath and exhale. Another one and exhale. And another one and exhale. There’s so much peace and comfort in riding that I don’t find anywhere else. Except with Theo.
It is rewarding having him here with me, experiencing these silly races with my family and friends. It brings me so much joy that a few tears wet my eyes, but I stop the emotions from interfering with this moment.
Theo rubs my belly, already feeling me through our ocean-deep connection.
I look at them, all of them, and every relationship is different—it doesn’t make any of us less, it only makes each story more unique.
I love them all. They are my second family and will always be. And my favorite human is the man behind me, pulling me into his warmth.
“Can we swap at the next light?” Theo asks.
“Of course,” I answer and then tease him, “But you better win.”
“Already did, petal.”
In our lives, we often get caught at a red light, but eventually, it turns green. Allowing us to carry on with our journey.
The end.
