Boost rolled off his sleeping mat with a yawn, he took a quick glance out the window, it looked like it was gonna be a nice day, maybe he could go for a drive later.
A small whine caught his attention; the purple tuner slowly drove over to the cot set up next to his mat. âHi baby girlâ he cooed
The small car inside looked up at him and smiled, she reached a tire up at him and squeaked. His daughter, Abigail
She looked so much like her other father, it was hard to hide who he truly was, her blocky shape gave it away. Chick Hicks.
Today was the day, he was finally going to tell Chick the truth. He had hidden away when he learned he was pregnant, not wanting anyone to know or the possibility of any drama to arise. Boost never told Chick about their daughter until now. Once she had been fed he placed her in his cab and the two set off.
He pulled up to the mansion, he had the route memorized from the many times heâd been there, and rung the bell. Eventually Chick answered.
âWell well well. Look who it isâ he said smugly
âWe need to talkâ Boost said firmly. âItâs importantâ
âWhat, you wanna get back together or something?â The green Buick asked
It was in that moment Boost opened his passenger door and heard the race car gasp. There on his seat lay their four month old daughter, fast asleep.
âHow?â Chick asked in disbelief
âWell, When two cars love each other-â
Chick interrupted him âI know how babies are made! I want to know how you of all cars got pregnant!â
âIâm intersexâ Boost said
âWell you couldâve told me that before we had sex!â
âI did! You just werenât listening. Now be quiet! Abby is asleep!â
To his surprise Chick immediately shut up.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â Chick whispered
âItâs complicated, I wanted to but we were split up by then, I was already stressed out about everything so I thought itâd be best to wait til after she was bornâ
The Buick pulled closer to get a better look at the little car. His gaze softened âShe looks just like meâ Chick said in awe.
âYeah my genetics didnât even try. 10 months in my womb and she came out looking like her stupid dadâ Boost chuckled.
âIâm not stupid!â Chick shot back. The purple tuner snorted.
Abigail was boxy much like her father though her paint was much closer to Boostâs, a soft blue-grey.
Boost got the little one out of his cab and carefully set her on the ground. Abigail opened her eyes and stared at Chick in curiosity. She attempted to slowly roll towards him and squeaked âYeah thatâs your papaâ Boost told her softly, he had since laid down on the floor with his tires tucked up underneath him, much like a cat. It usually takes infants several months to master moving on their own and Abigail was still working on mastering it.
âYou can do it Abby!â Boost encouraged her
Slowly but surely she made her way up to Chick and squeaked at him again
âHey squirtâ he chuckled softly
She nuzzled her father with another tiny squeak and flopped down on the floor in exhaustion
âTired from moving so far huh?â Chick softly asked her he got a quiet chirp in response
Boost smiled at the sight of the two together, he and Chick might not get along anymore but that didnât mean they couldnât raise their child together.
He was surprised by how soft the green Buick had gotten when he saw their daughter. He wasnât sure what to expect but this wasnât it
Maybe this coparenting thing could work out