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Summary: He doesn’t care what others say, he has his own idea of perfection.
AUTHOR: Zippit
EMAIL: zippit@cryptoffic.com
RATING: PG
CHARACTER: Jeff Gordon/Ingrid Vandebosch, Ella Sofia Gordon; Jeff POV
COMPLETED: April 22, 2009
WORD COUNT: 520
DISCLAIMER: If you recognize anyone in this piece, I am in no way affiliated with or know them personally. I am neither making a profit nor plan to do so. This is nothing more than an exercise in fiction. This is a result of an overactive imagination and I claim no truth to these words.
BETA: Thanks to Catw00man for the beta. All others errors are mine.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to Catw00man for giving me the prompt!
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Charlotte, North Carolina – April 5th, 2009
He comes home glowing, high on champagne and the end of a 47 race winless streak. His girls meet him at the door. Ingrid with a smile so bright it makes the sun pale and Ella...his sweet Ella with his name on her lips. A kiss for both of them and he’s inside, home, wanting nothing more than to see his sweet princess play. She steals his hard won cowboy hat without hesitation. As if he could deny her. This is the sight he wanted to see the moment he stepped on the plane.
The flight, the drive, everything was too long from his first step out of Victory Lane. All he wanted was his girls in his arms, sharing in the joy of being back where he should’ve been 47 races ago. He wraps his arm tight around Ingrid’s waist and grins when his baby girl makes the #1 sign with her fingers. Then he rigs up a little sheet teepee for his cowgirl to play in. When Ingrid slips the camera into his hand, he smiles gratefully.
Every moment of this needs to be documented. He’s brought home the spoils of Victory to his girls. The spoils from his own personal Daytona. He sits on the edge of the armchair while he watches his little cowgirl running in and out of the teepee with a wide grin on her face. Yes, this is what he’s wanted to do ever since Ella was born.
Ingrid sits on the chair arm and leans against him. “You won, sweetie.”
“Yes, I did.” The grin hasn’t left his face since he crossed that finish line. He only wishes his girls and Rick could’ve been there to share in it but it’s only the first in a line of many. He knows that. The first’s always the hardest. Leans back against Ingrid and he watches their little girl run around like she’s queen of the world.
That Championship table is theirs. There’s no damn way he’s letting another slip through his fingers. It’s about time everyone remembered just who the real Champion at Hendrick Motorsports is. He turns his head to kiss Ingrid’s shoulder, and though he’d never say it aloud, he basks in the feel of being who he is.
The money, the fame, they all mean nothing without this right here. Ella comes running toward him with the cowboy hat flopping on her head, hair streaming behind her and he laughs when he catches her. “How’s my sweet cowgirl?”
He’s answered with a wide grin everyone says is his and blue eyes he knows are. She puts up that #1 sign, chubby fingers still finding their way in the world and he melts a little more. Perfection’s not in running the perfect race or having the perfect season like Chad and Jimmie would have everyone believe. No, it’s in the pride he sees in Ingrid’s eyes and the pure joy in Ella’s smile. His win is theirs and every little thing is new and amazing to him just like it is to Ella.
He wouldn’t trade this feeling for the world.
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