Who Wants To Live Forever...

Thank God It's Christmas! Part 1

A/N -  I have somehow named too many people Melanie (the real estate broker and Lulu's mother).   To keep things simple the real estate broker is now named Erica and Lulu's mother will keep the name Melanie.  Sorry for any confusion. 

7th November 1984

London Area

Brian's POV

I woke to the sound of my son's voice.  He was pushing at my shoulder and peering down at me.

"Daddy...wake up!"  he insisted.  I slowly opened my eyes to find him standing at the edge of a bed .  "Come on!  I need to get to school!"  he reminded me.  I quickly pulled away the covers on top of me and realized I wasn't at home.  And I wasn't at the hotel.  Where was I?

"Where...?"  I began to ask and then remembered we had been at Chrissie's last night.  I noticed the bedroom I was in and it was clearly a guest room.  I slid off the bed and stood up and stretched and realized I needed to pee.  "Let me use the toilet and we will go..."  I told Jimi as I walked out of the room and began searching for the bathroom. 

"It's over here..."  Jimi told me as I got my bearings.  I went inside and relieved myself and then caught a look at the mess I was in the mirror. Christ!  My hair was a disaster!  It couldn't be helped as I didn't want him to be late for school.  I cleaned up quickly and rushed out of the bathroom trying to run my wet fingers through my massive mop of hair.

"Have you got your books and homework?"  I questioned as we went down the stairs.  I could smell coffee brewing and cinnamon.  The scent made my stomach rumble.  "Did you get breakfast?"  I asked him and he nodded.

"Yes...Chrissie fed me...and I've got my stuff..."  Jimi assured me.  Chrissie stepped out of the kitchen.  She was already dressed and prepared for the day.

"Good morning!"  she told me with a warm smile.   I smiled back.  Feeling a bit embarrassed about the state of me and needing to rush off.  

"Good morning!  I am so sorry about falling asleep last night...I've got to get Jimi to school...can I call you when I get back to the hotel?"  I asked her quickly as she kindly handed me my coat.  Jimi already had his on.  

"It's fine!"  she told me.  "I've got a cup of coffee to go if you want it?"  she proposed.  I smiled gratefully at her.

"That would be lovely...thanks..."  I replied.  Chrissie went back into the kitchen and returned with a large mug that had a lid on it.  She handed it to me as I found my keys to the car.

"You've got time...so don't rush..."  Chrissie said and I nodded as Jimi opened her front door.  

"Thanks...I'll call you!"  I replied and headed out to the car.  We got in and I set the covered mug down and sighed.  "Sorry about this..."  I mumbled to Jimi as I started the car and we headed for his school. 

"It's okay...you were tired..."  Jimi pointed out.  "Chrissie helped you up to the bedroom after we talked to Papa last night...he said you should get some rest..."  Jimi informed me.  I didn't remember any of that.  

"Thanks..."  I said.  "So you talked to Papa last night?"  I questioned.  Jimi nodded.

"I called him when it was time for me to get to bed and you were asleep...he talked to Chrissie and they decided we should just stay the night..."  Jimi explained.  I felt bad that my son was wearing the same clothes as yesterday.  He looked perfectly presentable.  His hair was combed and his shirt wasn't rumpled.

"Sorry we don't have time for you to stop and change..."  I told him.  

"Chrissie washed my clothes last night..."  Jimi answered with a contented smile.