"Alex, did Tristan say when he was going to be back?" Brodie asked for the umpteenth time. Alex just smiled and shook his head.

"No, he didn't. He's finalizing the roster for the new team. He should be here any time."

"Thank you for watching Magda tonight. I know she's a handful." Now almost 18 months old, Magdalena was walking around the place like she owned it. She was sometimes hard to keep track of, but her Uncle Alex seemed to do an all right job.

The family of three was visiting Los Angeles for the week to celebrate Tristan's third season championship. Alex had decided to make a permanent move to Wichita, to be closer to the family and his duties with the ProAm team, so they'd all drive back together. Brodie and Tristan had decided to have a date night while they were there, and Brodie found herself nervous at the news she had to tell him.

Finally, thirty minutes later, Tristan arrived. Brodie hurried him through the shower and into a decent outfit. Once in the parking lot, he pulled her to him for a deep kiss.

"My wife is awfully jittery this evening," he smiled down at her. "You want to tell me what's up?"

Brodie shook her head. "Not yet. Let's go eat first. I'm starved."

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After dinner, they took a walk along the beach. Brodie's face was still tense, so Tristan made her stop and sit with him. He pulled her into his lap, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You know that I love you, and that I will always love you. So why is it so hard to talk to me?" he asked her.

Brodie sighed. "Well, I made a decision, but now that I've made it, I feel like I should've asked you before I decided."

Tristan chuckled. "You've always kind of over-analyzed. Just tell me, baby."

"All right, here goes. I'm quitting the magazine. Sort of."

"What do you mean 'sort of'?"

"Well, Richard's putting me at the head of the board for the track and the ProAm team. I want to be able to spend more time with you and the … kids."

"Brodie, that's great. You won't have to worry about missing work. I'm sure they'll still want you to write every now and then. But on the track and the team, it'll be out partnership, that is so cool."

Brodie looked at him pointedly. "Did you hear what I said, Tristan West?"

Tristan ran back over her sentence in his mind a couple times, then his eyes grew large and round. "Kids? As in, more than one?"

"Yes, as in more than one. I'm pregnant. About two months along." She braced herself for yelling, screaming, panicking - anything except for the kiss he gave her.

"Brodie, that's amazing! Maybe it'll be a boy. This is going to be great. 'The four of us.' It has a nice ring to it."

"You're not mad?"

"No, of course I'm not mad. Why would I be?"

Brodie shrugged. "Well, you know, when I was pregnant with Magda …"

"Oh, Brodie." Tristan kissed her forehead. "That was a very different situation. We'd only met that one night before, and we were both unsure. We've been married for a little over a year now, and I think Magda's old enough for us to have another one. Especially since we have seven months before the kid gets here."

"So you can deal with the tears and the cravings and whatever else comes along again?" Brodie asked.

"Of course I can. I love you, and if it means being with you, I'll deal with anything."

"I love you, too," she smiled up at him. She couldn't believe that just one night had led her to her happy ending.

A/N: I know it's short! I'm not sure I'm exactly thrilled with it, but whatever the next story is, I'm planning on this leading into it.

It'll probably be awhile before I have any more motocross stories; I love them, but I'd rather finish what I have going now, edit these and then start new. I want to do Alex's story next, I think, but I haven't come up with a storyline yet.

If you need something else to read, check out my other stories. I'm always looking for new reviews! Thanks guys.