He's going straight for the barriers with full speed. I look away before I can see him crashing, again. I can't loose him. Not now, not ever. Quickly I have a look at the outcome. I walk out of the garage to Daniels driver room. I sit down in a cross-legged position on the small couch. I put my headphones in and put some music on to calm myself down. But I can feel the tears coming. I close my eyes, focusing on the music.
Someone touches my knee. It's Dan. I stop the music and take my headphones out. He sits down next to me and lets his hand rest on my knee. "I'm sorry," he apologizes. With my eyes I scan his body. He looks okay, no scratches. "I'm fine, you?" I look away and shrug. The tears are coming back. "You promised me." A tear falls down on my hand. I know it's the consequence of is job. And I knew that since our first date. This is one of his worst crashes. But still when these things happen, I still shit my pants.
Daniel softly grabs my face and makes me turn to him. "I know honey." "You can't do that to me, to us." I rest my hand on my stomach. He smiles. He gets closer to me. "I'll make it up you, okay?" I slowly nod. He presses his lips against mine. "I only want to see you smile," he says in some funny type of way, while wiping away my tears. I try to hold back my smile, but I fail. "See there it is." He quickly kisses me again before we stand up. "I love you," I say. "Love you both." He rests one hand on my small baby bump.