The Nanny

Narita Part Deux

There were a lot of things in my life that have taken my breath away.

Obvious things like my son on any given day, or more recently Darcy and Jamie; and the not so obvious like the girl on Xfactor who sang that haunting ballad the other night, but nothing could have prepared me for the heartwarming sight I woke up to.

I had already started the morning feeling off.

For a stupidly long time my sleep hazed mind tried to decipher what in the world was different, what was wrong.

And then it struck me.

Jamie.

Jamie had thrown me off.

I was so set in our little routine of waking up at 6 am to give him his morning bottle that it honestly surprised me, and made me feel like a terrible mother, when I realized 6 am had come and gone a good two hours ago.

As soon as that thought had cleared the sleep fog in my head a new fog set in, a panic fog.

My mommy mind caused me to leap out of bed in a rather impressive manner, landing about a good three feet from the bed and half a foot away from the bathroom door. I skidded across the tiled floor of the joint bathroom before completely coming to a halt on the other side that led to Jamie's room.

I froze- movement, breath, and heart- as my eyes swept over the scene that made me instantly feel like my heart was going to explode in my chest.

In the corner, long lanky body slouched in the rocking chair, sat a passed out Harry who had his head of ridiculously messy curls tilted onto his shoulder in what looked to be a very uncomfortable angel with his mouth slightly open and what looked suspiciously like drool glistening at the corner of his mouth. On his bare chest, tiny hands spanning the sparrows on Harry's collar bones like he was holding them down from taking flight, was my son. Jamie's cheek pressed up to Harry's chest squishing his face together adorably, mouth open and matching drool at the sides of his pouty baby lips.

It was breath takingly beautiful and it made me feel like I was intruding. Like this was a moment I shouldn't be witnessing but, god, was I glad I was.

I just stayed there for I don't know how long staring, trying to keep my mind from going to the dangerous place where I imagined this was an everyday thing. Where I would wake up and find my son cradled so tenderly and with so much care by this man that I was fighting with everything I had in me not to fall for.

Damn him.

He was playing dirty.

I would never tell him how close to giving in to him I am at this very moment, when all I wanted to do was stay here and watch them sleep peacefully and adorably for as long as I could.

But like everything in my life, my serene moment of creeper-ism was cut short with the echoing sounds of Harry's front door being opened and closed, loudly.

Both Jamie and Harry shifted at the noise. Jamie wiggling farther up onto Harry's chest and Harry instinctively tensing his arms so as to keep my son from falling out of them even as both of them remained asleep.

Cursing whoever it was that had popped my little imaginary family bubble, I spun on my heel and left the two sleeping boys to snap at which ever boy bander had chosen this day to wake up before noon to visit, because we all knew only Harry's bandmates would be bold enough to let themselves in at this hour.

As I stepped off the last step onto the wooden floors of Harry's foyer I spotted the familiar head of blonde just sneak into the kitchen.

Rolling my eyes I followed him to catch him placing a bakery box onto Harry's kitchen counter.
Wise boy brought a peace offering. Good call Irish.