Oasis: Time Flies...

Little James

Patsy was watching Eastenders while I was sat with her trying to make sense of the plot, she always slapped me and told me to stop moaning when I complain how crap it is. I mean there's about five families living on one street with the worst luck, they've all had their houses burnt down, someone's been murdered or some other gripping story line at one time or another.

She's a Londoner, she loves that shit, not that you'd find me watching Coronation Street just cos that's Mancunian.

And it's on like every fucking day of the week.

It was good to be home though, just sat with my wife, like normal couples do.

I didn't mind because we were cuddling, she was relaxed and I had my hand on her trying to connect with our son. I couldn't feel him kicking at the moment.

"Is he having a kip?" I asked idly.

"Yeah, he's been kind of quiet today actually." she commented.

"Oh, lazy baby boy. Little James, ya better be this quiet when you're born." I joked.

"We'd be so lucky." she smiled,she usually told me I'd be the one sorting him when he was screaming all night, she had ear plugs and one of those eye masks. "Rub my belly, that'll wake him up."

I didn't wanna go poking at her, she suffered enough carrying my child this far. "I don't wanna mither him, he's getting his energy up for the big day."

He'd been in in there eight months now, only a few more weeks until I, we meet him for real.

"He's waiting for me to try to get some sleep." She started massaging her belly to get him to make a move.

She was right there, it took her everything to get to sleep some nights with the bump in the way and him always moving around at night.

"Nah, he's settled."

"Can you get us a really cold drink or some ice, they said that'll get him moving."

"No, he's alright. I can wait." I put my hand over hers wishing I hadn't said anything cos now she was fussing when she was meant to be relaxed.

"I want to sleep tonight, please."

"They said he's in position, what if we make him go out of position?" I asked, genuinely a bit concerned.

"Don't be stupid, you just don't wanna get up." She went to try to lift herself up.

I got up, quick, proving that wasn't the case. "You just watch your telly."

I got her an orange juice straight from the fridge and made her drink the whole glass. The sugar and the temperature should get him moving or so we were told.

Nothing.

"He's comfy, I guess." she shrugged while the Eastenders' end theme was playing. "Might as well leave him now."

We didn't feel him move, didn't even react to the thuds of said theme. He loves kicking off to a TV theme tune like that one.

After a few more programs, all Patsy's choices, we went to bed. We both fell asleep and slept great. I did anyway and I never felt her moving around much so I guess she did too.

...

She wasn't there when I woke up. She was probably just making us breakfast. Told her I'd do it but she never waits for me to wake up first.

I got up and went to find her.

"Should I call the hospital or something then?" I heard her talking to someone and listened in at the kitchen door.