ᴄʜᴀsɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀs - 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

[14] ryan blaney ✗

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it was the annual nascar end of season party as you liked to call it. every season, you and Ryan, actually mostly you and Samantha Busch, would always throw a "party" or more like barbecue at the end of the season shortly after the championship, usually at yours and Ryan's house, or the Busch's house, with the nascar drivers and their families. this year the barbecue was at the Busch's house, currently where you and your boyfriend is at.

you sat on the floor with Samantha Busch and Brittany Logano sitting on the couch behind you. Brexton, Samantha's and Kyle's two year old son was standing in front of you. you loved Brexton, you watch him when the couple are busy or want to go on a date. you don't mind watching the young toddler, in fact you pick him up sometimes just to take him out to dinner or take him to go see a movie.

Samantha was recording you as you kept teasing Brexton. you puckered you lips, and he did the same, leaning forward, but you pull back with a laugh. the other wives and girlfriends that joined on the other couches or stood next too couldn't help their laughter as you did this a few more times. Ryan walks into the room, a glass bottle of beer in his hand, his hat placed on his head barely taming the long curls that you love underneath, a smile on his lips as he watched you interact with Brexton.

you continued to pucker up and back off. eventually, little Brexton started getting a little angry, his little eyebrows furrowing as two small wrinkles appeared between his eyebrows. you go to pucker your lips again, leaning forward, but he stood there, giving you a tiny glare. "stop teasing now." Brexton pouts. immediately, the room erupts with muffled laughter, by this point, everyone was surrounding the living room watching you tease Brexton. you couldn't help the laugh that wanted to escape, leaning over the side, covering your mouth with your hand before you regained seriousness.

you began to pucker again, and when he leaned forward to give you a kiss, you leaned back. you did this one more time, until Brexton finally had enough with your bullshit and placed his tiny hands on the sides of your neck, using all his strength to keep your head from moving back as he leaned forward to give you a long wet kiss. you were slightly shocked from his actions, and laughed once he pulled away, the other drivers and their families laughing like there's no tomorrow, especially Kyle and Samantha Busch.

Ryan hands his beer to your brother, Chase, before he crawls down onto the floor next to you. by this point, some of the crowd broke off, but there were still a few lingering people. Ryan sits very close to you, his arm outstretched behind you leaning on his hand for support as you sat "criss cross apple sauce." Ryan playfully taunts Brexton, placing his lips near your cheek. "she's mine, Brex."

as you turn your head to met Ryan in a small but sweet kiss, Brexton jumps into your lap, slapping Ryan's face away. the room erupts in laughter again from the young boy's actions towards your boyfriend of two years and yourself.

Kyle Busch laughs at his son, sitting down next to his wife, placing his arm behind Samantha's head. "looks like he wants y/n, Blaney."

Brexton wraps his arms around your neck, sitting in your lap as you wrap your arms around his very tiny frame. he sticks his tongue out teasingly at Ryan, for getting your attention. Ryan playfully narrows his eyes at him, his hands out stretching towards him; "c'mere you."

Brexton giggles as Ryan grabs onto him, placing him on his back on the floor and tickling his sides. your heart literally melted for how good Ryan was with kids. not only do you watch Brexton, you also watch some of the other drivers kids like Owen Larson and Cash Bowyer. you loved kids, and seeing that your around Ryan all the time, he's also around the kids.

you laugh at the two boys. "all right boys that's enough." Ryan helps Brexton up, and you grab onto Brexton's hands. "wanna go get ice cream?" he nods his head up and down, his fave lightening up. you turn to Kyle and Samantha, your eyebrows raised and they nod their head for permission. "go put on your shoes and we'll go get ice cream." he excitedly runs to get his shoes which was by the front door as Ryan helped you up.

as you and Ryan were walking to the front door, Ryan stops you in the hallway, away from the crowd and away from Brexton. he holds onto your hands tightly, a smile on his face. "what did i do to deserve you?" you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, but had a smile on your face nonetheless. he continues; "you're so good with kids, you amazing, your beautiful, your caring, you're supportive, you're literally an angel from god himself, you're everything i've always wanted." by this point, your eyes were getting watery yet he still continued; "i cannot wait to get married with you, i cannot wait to start a family of our own, and to spend the rest of our lives together."

you probably looked like an idiot with how big your smile was, you stand on your tiptoes, hovering over his lips as you wrap your arms around his neck, the bill of his hat slightly shifting from touching your forehead. "me too Ryan, me too."

you connect your lips with Ryan's, the kiss filled with pure love, no lust, just love, so much of it, it sent shivers down both your spines, the two of you are so in love with each other.

tiny arms wrapped around your leg, and you pull away from Ryan to look down at Brexton who had an impatient look on his face, a red 18 hat on his head. "can we go now!" for a two year old, he had good grammar, sometimes, even though his speech is still slightly slurried.

you lean down, grabbing onto him and lifting him up, balancing him on your hip. you tap his hat, pursing your lips and shaking your head. "before we go get ice cream, this hat needs to go bud."

he pouts, shaking his head. "it's dada."

you raised your eyebrows teasingly, a smirk on your lips. "who's buying you ice cream? auntie y/n and uncle Ry, or dada?" he points at you and then at your boyfriend, who was still smiling at the situation. "that's what i thought."

you then reach up and grab onto his hat, placing it on a small coffee table by the front door. you then turn to your boyfriend, grabbing the his black and yellow Menards hat with 12 on the side in red with "Team Penske" below that, and placing the hat on Brexton's head, which was big on him and fell pass his eyes. Ryan pouted at you. "hey, that was my hat!"

you roll your eyes at him, turning to glance at him. "i have another one in the truck, now let's go get ice cream!" both Brexton, and Ryan cheered with excitement as you held Brexton in your arms and held Ryan's hand to your truck.

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POSTING ANOTHER CHAPTER BECAUSE ITS RYAN'S BIRTHDAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOML

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