Dashawn
For two more days we traveled. As much as I loved being on my bike, I was f*cking over the traveling. I wanted to hold my girl's hand or sit in the back while someone else drove and hold my girl period.
She told me about her nightmare. I called my dad a little worried about her mental health and that maybe bringing her to the fight wasn’t the best idea. He told me my mother used to have horrible nightmares when she was pregnant. Most of them were about him cheating and leaving her. Once where he died and got decapitated, and once where her babies were ripped out of her by a jealous club wh*re.
I googled nightmares and pregnancy and found that it was a common occurrence. It eased my worries a little.
When we finally rolled into Vegas, it was nighttime. The lights were daz
