Rekindled

Dive

Maybe I came on too strong
Maybe I waited too long
Maybe I played my cards wrong
Oh just a little bit wrong
Baby I apologise for it

His whole life, Jimmy has always relied on words to convey his feelings, his talents, and the way he understood things. He has never been one to shy away from a serious conversation and he won't be the first one to back down from a fight. Whether it be with me or with someone messing with me or someone else he loves. He always knows just the right or wrong words to say. He loves to speak his mind on any matter. So you can understand my worry when I see him standing in front of me, unable to speak.

I could fall or I could fly
Here in your aeroplane
I could live, I could die
Hanging on the words you say
I've been known to give my all
And jumping in harder than
10,000 rocks on the lake

It's been fifteen minutes and all Jimmy has managed to do is stare at a sonogram and mumble weird, unintelligible words. I don't even know if they can be called words at this point. It's just sounds.

"Ijuscant" he shakes his head and continues pacing a trench into the ground in front of the wall. And making those sounds that almost form words. But then doesn't. Jimmy looks up at me and I can't tell if he's worried or pissed or both. His vein is sticking out of his forehead but that happens when he's emotional or angry. His eyes are glossy and again, I don't know if they're tears or anger. He just stares at me for a moment and then goes back to walking. Maybe it's best that he can't form words right now. Cause I'm not sure I'd like them.

So don't call me baby
Unless you mean it
Don't tell me you need me
If you don't believe it
So let me know the truth
Before I dive right into you

""How long have you known?" Jimmy asked me, finally putting an end to the pacing and walking straight to me. He held up the sonogram with tears in his eyes. I felt the tears welling in my own and he closed his eyes and scoffed. "Two babies.. He manically chuckles and pulls off his beanie, throwing it to the ground and gripping at his hair like it was in a vice. "Two?" Another manic laugh leaves his lips as he looks at me. "I can't have one baby with anyone else.. But this time I score two?" He throws his hands out of his hair as he stares at me. "Two?!" He held up the sonogram and shook it. "When did you find out, Kinsley?!" I felt the heat from his shouting hit my face and it was in this moment that I realized we were the center of attention to all those people who surrounded-- and recognized-- us.

"Hey, uh, how about we go back to our room, huh? Out of the street... where anyone can see.. And record?" I suggested, raising my eyes and gesturing to the crowd that had surrounded us. "What?" He shouted angrily before looking around him. He was mad enough to shout at me in public, which is no easy feat to get him so angry that he does so. He rarely shouts but I could tell from the red cheeks, teary eyes, and that huge vein threatening to burst out of his forehead and neck that he was well past being angry. His eyes held that moment of recognition and the businessman hidden somewhere inside of him came to his senses. "Alright. Yeah, I'll.... I'll get us a cab."

He handed me the sonogram on his way by as well as the ring. I stared down at my old wedding ring and admired its additions. "Kinsley!" I looked up and Jimmy had the door open on a towncar. I wiped my eyes and stuck both the picture and the ring in my pocket and ran down to the car. "Careful." He said softly as I ran to duck into the car. He put his hand on my elbow and looked me in the eye, rubbing gently. "Slow, Kins. Pace yourself." I stared at the tears in his eyes for a moment before blinking and nodded, a tear sliding down my cheek as we both ducked into the car, Jimmy telling the driver where to go in the most fluent French I've ever heard in my life.