The Love of the Racer
What promise?

I don't think autumn is at the end of the month. Getting ready for winter to visit, man. Five full moons have been passed with waiting. The wait for a meeting, evaporating the rumble of stored flavor. Jeaven and Jesslyn are drifting into a vortex of longing.

The seconds of the commencement of the competence of Jeaven took the time to call the idol of the heart. Seeking a cure in an interaction. Only that way can maintain harmony when both bodies are separated by the present distance.

Inside the video call jesslyn is seen sitting in front of her desk filled with piles of fashion design sketches. The woman should not still be working while pregnant. Given his enlarged stomach and the estimated day of birth is also ready to say hello. Although the work is done at home, but still the fatigue is there.

Jeaven even had several times intended to give up from the race in order to fly to his country immediately, meeting Jesslyn who really needs extra attention. His wife several times almost fainted during pregnancy certainly invites great concern.

"You rest, Jesslyn." In the video call Jeaven spilled his attention. Anxiety was also felt when he spoke. However, the eyes did not reject the face of Jesslyn who he thought was more beautiful and charming.

It was as if Jeaven was suffocated by the beating of the heart calling for thousands of verses of love in the cup of longing. Every nerve in his body increasingly encourages the desire to meet immediately, embracing the queen of hearts with a fondling opium.

"I'd be so bored if I didn't do anything, Jeav. I have to do a lot of things as a diversion." Jesslyn looked chin-backed while looking at the handsome face of the king of hearts. His heart skipped a beat as if he had fallen in love so many times. What a heart that has no power to deny the charm of the husband. Not to mention the turmoil of longing increasingly makes the taste soaring high.

"You missed?" It wasn't hard for Jeaven to digest the woman's words.

Jesslyn kept her hands away from her chin. His face slowly looked down while rubbing the child's affection in his stomach with a sad feeling. It was not easy to cover the feelings of the heart in front of her husband. But it also does not let the ego meet you.

"Of course I miss. You you?" I'm Jesslyn and I throw a question.

"Very, but you always forbid me to see you."

"You need to focus on your race first. Remember you also have a promise to keep. Today's your last race of the season this year, right?"

"I won't forget."

"Review if you break a promise. I'm gonna hate you."

Jeaven smiled at Jesslyn's scowl that even seemed adorable. "Don't put on a face like that."

"Why? Can't you bear to kiss me? You pervert."

Again Jeaven smiled more precisely grunt amused because of Jesslyn's words that are in accordance with the facts. "You don't want to?"

"Of course you will" Jesslyn bluntly bluntly said without further ado, though a shy blushing hue seemed to grace the cheeks.

"Okay, I'm dead first. The game is about to start."

"Be careful. If you fall off the bike I'll beat you."

"Yes. I love you" Jeaven whispered a little.

"I love you too."

Lips still leave a trace of a smile when the video call ends. A second later a sigh of fret sounded from his mouth. There is an uncomfortable feeling that has disturbed the heart.

"I hope nothing happens to him. Dear God please protect my husband" Jesslyn prayed to let go of his bad feelings.

As time went on, Jesslyn was very serious about watching the live broadcast of the race match. Attention can not be separated from Jeaven who is fighting on the track. His pair of eyes radiated admiration. The man who was her husband looked very handsome on the mount.

However, Jesslyn's heart must receive a hard blow when Jeaven suddenly experiences a high side on the track. On the television screen she saw her husband's body thrown away from the motor and hit the circuit's safety wall very hard.

On the television screen, it was not only Jeaven who had a crash. There are other riders as well. It could be said that a crash streak had just occurred.

"Oh my God, Jeav!" Jesslyn reflexively screeched and stood up. A great heart pounding called for fear of the heart. Anxiety also asks about the condition of the husband.

"No, Jeav!" Jesslyn panicked even more when the live broadcast on television no longer showed the figure of Jeaven. Negative shadows begin to ambush the mind. The heart screams hysterically with tears spilling over the cheeks.

"Ahk! My stomach ... hurts!" Jesslyn groaned while clutching her stomach. Cold sweat also began to wet the face.

Brak!

His body fell to the floor as the contraction attacks began to be felt.

"Mom ...!" He screamed with the rest of his energy.

"Dad! Jaeden! Help me!" He was still screaming for help.

"Apa! It hurts!" Jesslyn tried to stand up, but felt bad.

The pain spreads to all parts of the abdomen, starting from the front, right and left of the abdomen, to the back. His stomach also felt hardened and his pelvis felt like it was being pressed. So hurt.

"Jesslyn!" Not long after Jesslyn's office door opened with Jaeden emerging from it. Sean and Allesya are also seen following in carrying a sense of anxiety. "You why?" tanya Jaeden looked confused. Although like that he still had time to lift Jesslyn and put on the sofa.

"Sick ...," cried Jesslyn in pain.

"Jesslyn is about to give birth. We have to get him to the hospital" Allesya suggested.

Without delaying the time Sean immediately carried the princess. Intending to take him to the hospital. However, not until the foot leaves the house his intention must be paused.

"Let go of your hand, Jesslyn. You have to go to the hospital" Sean told Jesslyn, who was holding on to the door frame.

"Dad, Jesslyn was scared" she said as she saw snowflakes falling from the sky. White crystals that look beautiful but are so terrible for Jesslyn.

"There's three of us, honey. So there's no need to be afraid." Allesya who was increasingly anxious followed.

Jesslyn shook her head quickly even though the pain in her stomach was still felt. "Can't, Mom. That thing scares me." Slowly he wriggled down from Sean's sling. Trudgingly he walked towards the living room.

"Jesslyn, don't be stubborn!" Jaeden who was very confused with his twin behavior immediately carried without asking for approval. He never thought, in a precarious situation like this, Jesslyn had time to think about childhood trauma.

"Jae! Lower me!"

"Close your eyes if you're afraid!" jaeden was upset but also anxious.

In the car Jesslyn continues to moan in between increasingly drained energy.

"Jesslyn should call Jeaven. He had an accident during the game." Jesslyn is weak. Between enduring the pain and also suffering anxiety about the condition of the husband. Even his eyes are blurred. His fear of snow seemed to further aggravate the atmosphere. The soul is turbulent unruly.

"We know that too, dear. Mommy will contact him soon. Jeaven must be okay." Allesya tried to calm the princess who was in her arms.

"Jeaven should be fine. Jeaven can't die. Jeav-" Jesslyn's voice shrank and she was never heard again.

"Jesslyn, what's wrong with you? Honey, come to your senses" Allesya hysterical.

Connect~~

I'm so sorry because these few days can't up the chapter. Conditions in the real world are very unlikely to type. Sorry yeah...🙏

God willing, 3 more chapters of this work are finished.

Thank you ...🥰