A/N: Bear in mind, I wrote this before April 30th, i.e. Mikey's birthday. This story was entirely too much fun to write, and has probably influenced the direction of future fics, at least for a while.

Also, I would just like to say that I'm worried about the whole Sadler / DEI thing going on right now. DEI is rumoured to be possibly taking him onboard. But, from what they say in the article on NASCAR.com, it sounds entirely possible that they are dumping somebody. This isn't fact, BTW, just a perception. They said something about making decisions in May that will affect the future direction of DEI, and they mentioned something about talking with other drivers. I'm worried about the nonEarnhardt members of the team's positions, especially Mikey's, because he's my favourite driver. I don't see how they can drop him when he and Junior work so well together, but that doesn't stop me from fearing the possibility. May is shaping up to be very stressful for me anyway; I hope this doesn't add to it.

Anyway... you can to read a fic, not to hear me ramble. So here it is, the final chapter...

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3: Tea Partying

Michael cocked his head as he approached the rear of his hauler, as his sights locked on the backs of two blond women. He stepped up to one and put his arm around her. "Hey!" he greeted, kissing her on the cheek. She turned and pressed a finger to her lips.

"Shh!" Buffy Waltrip hissed.

Michael looked from the smile on his wife's face to that of DeLana Harvick's. He watched the two turn back to the doorway, and Buffy pointed into the room. "Isn't that just adorable?"

Taking another step, Michael squinted past the women. His eyes locked on, then widened at the sight. In a circle sat his daughter and six NASCAR drivers: Kevin Harvick, Dale Earnhardt, Jr., Jimmy Spencer, Dale Jarrett, Mark Martin, and Kenny Wallace. Each was holding little teacups. Michael laughed, and they all looked over at him.

"Hey!" he chuckled, glancing at each face. "Who said you could all party in my hauler?"

With an enormous hand, Jimmy raised his teacup toward the little girl. "Queen Macy said so!"

Michael smirked. "Ah!" he nodded, stepping into the room and crossing his arms over his chest. "Queen Macy's decree! I see!"

Giggling, Macy pointed at Michael. "Daddy, you rhymed!"

"So I did!" He stepped behind Kenny and nudged his foot into the other's back. "Is Prince Kenny having a good time?"

Kenny lowered his eyebrows and pursed his lips. Looking up at Michael, he declared, "This is great tea!"

"Yeah, I'm sure it is!"

Leaning against the wall, Dale butted his head toward Michael and asked, "So how'd you qualify?"

"I did well," he replied, giving the UPS driver half a smile. "They're a few people yet to run, but I came in ninth."

"You son of a gun!" Mark exclaimed, propping his teacup on his knee. Grinning, he added, "You booted me out of the top ten!"

Michael grimaced. "Well, I'm sorry, Mark, but that's racing!"

"He's SIR Mark!" Macy demanded, pointing at the Pfizer driver.

"Oh, I'm sorry! SIR Mark!" Michael nodded with a grin. Glancing around, he asked, "So how did you all end up in here anyway?"

"Mm!" Jimmy exclaimed with puffed cheeks. He made a chewing motion, then swallowed hard. "Sorry, I was mid-danish. I came in here looking for Kenny, who'd come in looking for Junior. Then…"

"PRINCE Kenny! JUKE Junior!"

"Macy, it's duke," Junior informed her.

Closing his eyes, Jimmy shook his head. "I'm sorry, I mean I came here looking for Prince Kenny, who'd come here for Duke Junior. Then Sir Mark was looking for me, and Madam Dale for him…"

"MADAM Dale?!" Michael chuckled at Jarrett, who shrugged and drew his teacup to his lips.

"She ran out of titles," he explained, and sipped his pretend tea.

Wagging his head, Michael grinned. "Man! I wish I could have stayed here instead of going off to qualify! Sounds like y'all had a blast without me!"

"Sorry, Michael!" Mark replied, setting down his cup.

Junior got to his feet. "We should get going," he said to Harvick. Nudging his head in the Goodwrench driver's direction, Junior announced, "Princess Kevin, DeLana, and I are all going out to eat tonight."

"Princess Kevin?!" DeLana howled from the doorway, and broke into a fit of laughter.

Kevin glowered. "This princess thing had better not leave this hauler."

"Oh, you bet it will!" Junior cackled, then turned to Macy. "My Queen, that was a lovely tea party. Thanks for inviting us."

"You're welcome!" she replied. "Next time, we're having birthday cake."

"For whose birthday?"

"Mine!" she exclaimed, beaming.

Michael shook his head. "Sweetie, your birthday's not 'til September."

Pouting, Macy hung her head. "Oh."

"You know, my birthday's coming up!"

Macy grimaced, and patted her father's left sneaker. "Happy birthday, Daddy," she grumbled.

"Bye, Macy!" Junior called to her from the door, and Kevin and DeLana waved. With a wave from the little girl, the three left.

Jimmy groaned, gaining everybody's attention. "Old guys like me shouldn't be sitting on the floor," he stated. He grabbed onto the side of the sofa and pulled himself to a standing position.

Dale nodded. "Yeah, can somebody help me up?"

"You guys ain't old!" Michael protested. He held out his hand, and Jarrett took hold of it. "You're not even ten years older than me!"

Jimmy nodded, his eyes widening. "Oh, we're old all right! Now I forget what I had planned to do right now!"

"You're going to Sears with me and Dale," Mark reminded him, easing off his spot on the floor.

"Oh yeah!"

The three said their goodbyes before drifting out the hauler.

Kenny leaned forward and pressed a hand into the floor. Michael offered his friend a hand, which he accepted.

"We should do this again sometime!" he remarked, red faced. He smiled at Macy. "You're a great hostess!"

The little girl giggled.

Kenny turned to Michael. Tossing a hand in Macy's direction, he raised his brows. "You know, I could babysit her next time, if you're needing somebody…"

Michael laughed. "I'm sure they'll never be a shortage of babysitters again!" He put an arm around his wife, who snuggled against his side.

"I should get going." Looming over Macy, he asked, "Don't I get a hug?"

The girl hopped to her feet and flung her arms around the Busch Series driver's legs. When she released them, Kenny hunkered down and gave her a hug. Then he stood and waved to her. "Later, munchkin!"

"Bye, Uncle Kenny!"

Macy watched after the Stackers2 driver, as he slipped through the door and closed it behind him. When it clicked shut, she giggled.

"Sweetie, what's so funny?" Buffy smirked.

Macy pointed at the door. "They didn't know there wasn't any tea!"

THE END

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A/N: The thought just came into my head of Macy Waltrip having tea with NASCAR drivers, especially Kevin, for some reason. PLOT BUNNY! So I had to write it. Hope you likied! Please review!

- dj