Page 76 of Revived (Revved #2)

“I’m good.” I press my hand over his, smiling lovingly at him.

Then, I turn to Jett. He looks exactly as Kit did at that age. The age I found out that I was pregnant with him.

My boy is going to be breaking hearts all over the world soon, if he isn’t already.

“How are you feeling about the race?” I ask him.

“Fine.” He gives a lazy shrug. He has the teenager thing down pat.

“You’re not nervous?”

He’s usually fine at his karting races, but Formula 3 is a whole different ball game. If what Leandro says is anything to go by, he says Jett will be up to Formula 1 within three to four years. He’s that good.

Jett glances at Leandro and then back to me. “Nah, I got this in the bag, Mum.” He grins at me.

I love his confidence. He’s always had confidence, but Leandro has rubbed off on him over the years, and now, he has it in spades. The ever-growing relationship between Leandro and Jett has been a joy to watch happen. A true privilege. They have a great bond. A father and son bond.

My son might not have his biological father in his life, but he has better. He has a wonderful uncle, who loves him like he’s his own, and an amazing man who might have come into his life later but loves him like he’s been there since the day he was born.

He has two men who would do anything for him.

After Leandro and I got married, Leandro told me that he wanted to become Jett’s father in the legal sense, too, that he wanted to adopt him. After carefully approaching the subject with Jett, he told us he wanted that, too.

Leandro and I were so happy to make it legal, but we had a hurdle to jump, and I knew it wouldn’t be easy. And sadly, it wasn’t. Leandro couldn’t legally adopt Jett because Paul refused to sign the papers. He didn’t do it out of love for his son. He did it out of spite.

But it didn’t matter. Leandro was his dad where it counted. Still, Jett never let it go, and he wanted to do something to show Leandro that he was his dad. So, we were colored surprised when Jett came home on his sixteenth birthday to tell us that he’d legally changed his name to Silva. Even though he had my maiden name and no link to Paul in that way, he wanted to show Leandro that he saw him as his dad and that we were a family in the fullest sense.

Aside from the day Adriana was born, it was the only other day I saw Leandro brought to tears. Of course, I cried, too.

The call comes through that the first race is soon to start.

I hug Jett. “I’ll see you at the finish line,” I tell him, cupping his cheek.

“I’ll be the one crossing it first.” He grins confidently.

“That you will. Love you, kiddo.”

“Love you, too, Mum.” He plants a kiss on my cheek, and he goes over to his car.

Leandro hands Adriana to me and goes with him.

Once Jett is set, Leandro comes back over to us.

He takes Adriana from my arms again and puts his arm around me, pulling me close.

“Jett’s okay?” I ask.

He smiles at me. “He’s fine, babe. Don’t worry.”

“You’re not worried?”

“No, because I know how good he is. And I trained him, so you know…” He smirks. “I better get over to the desk, so I can talk our boy through this race.” He nods in the direction of the bank of desks where Jett’s team is watching on the screens, their earpieces in so that they can communicate with him.


He leans in close and kisses my lips. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

He presses a kiss to Adriana’s neck, and she squeals happily.

“You okay?” Kit asks me, as I watch Leandro walk away.

“Yeah. But I’m really nervous now though.”

“Jett’s golden, Indy. He’s got this in the bag.”

“Yeah.” I bring my eyes to him, giving him a light smile. “You’re right.”

The engines roar, and my body tenses up as I see the race about to begin on the screens before me.

And I think about my life then and now.

If someone had told that scared shitless pregnant seventeen-year-old girl that, in close to eighteen years’ time, she’d be getting ready to watch that baby boy growing in her stomach take his first drive as a Formula 3 driver, she would have told them that they were crazy.

Or if someone had told me five years ago that I would be happily married and pregnant with my second child with that broken, angry Brazilian racing driver who’d just walked through my office door, I’d have definitely said they were insane.

Falling in love with Leandro wasn’t part of my plan, and I know for sure that it wasn’t his, but God, am I glad it happened.

We were wrong for each other but so right in the truest sense of the word.

Leandro and I were inevitable.

Life has twists and turns and sharp bends and throws all manner of hardship at you, but it’s how you deal with it that counts.

If you stand up and be truthful, with yourself and others, everything will come out right.

Telling the truth about Leandro and me showed me that.

Yes, I might have lost my career over our relationship, but I don’t regret it. Not for one single minute.

Leandro always tells me that I saved his life. But really, I think we saved each other. I was living but not to the fullest. Not until him. And now, we’re both living to the max, together, as we were always meant to be. We had to endure the worst, to be able to find each other.