Through Chrissie's eyes

Meeting Bobby

It was late afternoon on a Wednesday, Brian and I were watching Doctor Who replays on TV when the phone rang. Brian was ready to answer, but he made a request.

"Tell me what happened next." He didn't take his eyes off the television screen until he could no longer look.

He really loved Doctor Who and didn't lose any detail just to see if his theories about the show were right.

"What?" I heard Bri surprised on the phone "really? Oh my God! No, no, I'm going to tell Chrissie, we're leaving."

Without any goodbye or other farewell, he ended the call.

"Chrissie, get ready quick!" he asked me, excited and in a hurry "Veronica went into labor. John called me from the hospital, everyone's going to meet them there."

"Okay, okay," I got up, and then I got excited too.

While I was getting ready, I couldn't contain the emotion that had arisen. I remembered the day John and Veronica broke the news, they were so nervous and scared, and as time went on, they began to get used to the idea and to be anxious about the day when they would meet their little boy.

Besides being happy for them, I always liked children, and sometimes I wondered what it would be like to be aunt, since thinking about being a mother still frightened me. For now, I was happy to help take care of our little new family member.

We got in the car and Brian drove in a hurry as the traffic allowed, but very carefully.

"Do you believe I'm nervous?" my husband confessed "I'm not sure why, maybe it's the concern, but it will be all right ..."

"Of course it will" I smiled "if there is someone who can handle a situation like this is John and Veronica."

"Yeah, John always has his head in calm, but still, controlling the emotion is almost impossible" Brian said.

"No one needs to control the emotion at a time like this, it must be so ..." I had no words to express.

Brian and I were doing this same exercise in putting ourselves in the shoes of Veronica and John, and unintentionally raised the question of when we would have our own children. I still didn't feel totally comfortable with the idea, pondered so many things that I thought I still had to change in my life, and how I would raise a child. As much as a little part inside me began to wish this, another larger part reminded me of everything that still worried me.

I was distracted in my thoughts, but I noticed Brian watching me. We exchanged a look, it was as if we were discussing the matter again. And I noticed Brian reluctantly didn't insist on talking about it.

"Let's find out firsthand in a moment." He ended up completing my sentence, giving a shy smile.

I turned on the car radio to distract my thoughts again, and until we got to the hospital, Bohemian Rhapsody played among the other songs, which made us smile.

We quickly went looking for John, he was in the waiting room, Freddie and Roger talked to him, and Mary and Dominique among themselves.

"Here it is who were missing!" Roger joked when he saw us.

"Yeah, sorry about the delay" Brian said "how's Veronica, John?""

"It's been almost an hour since she came in, but they said just now it's all right, that it usually takes a while, but she and the baby are fine" John explained and then sighed.

"It'll be all right" I assured him once more.

Deaky was holding up expectantly, but it was clear he was worried. Everyone was, in fact, I think this was the first time we had been in such a situation, so it was all very new and confusing, I just know that in the end, we would be happy, crying, laughing and hugging, and wanting to hug the baby. I know, it sounded exaggerated, but that was just the way our group was.

Shortly after, a nurse came and called John. He followed her, and began to linger.

"What is it now?" I asked myself out loud.

Brian just pulled me closer to him, as he always did when I was worried.

"That waiting is killing me, too," he murmured, "it's too bad not to tell us what's going on.,,"

"Is that a negative thought, Brian?" Freddie questioned "I can't believe you guys are being like this."

"It's just that ..." I hesitated, "we have no idea what's going on."

"I tell you what's going on" Freddie looked right at me "baby Deaky is coming, and he can not wait to meet his uncles and aunts."

"I thought you couldn't see yourself as an uncle, Freddie" Dominique said.

"At first the idea seemed a little strange to me, but then I remembered that one day Kash could have children too, so your children would be my training," Mercury summed up.

"Calm down, it's a bit early for that" Roger defended himself.

"Maybe for you, but for another couple ..." I understood Freddie's hint.

"Guys!" I couldn't take it "can you change the subject?"

As if by a miracle to save me from my embarrassment, John finally came back.

"Hey, you troublemakers" he approached, sensing a tension between us "come and meet my son."

We then filled Veronica's bedroom, Roger and Freddie were the first to approach the baby, as well as two curious children. Me, Brian, Mary, and Dom stared at the little Deacon in the distance.

"Look, Robert" Veronica murmured to the baby "this is the Queen part of the family.

We smiled to hear as she described us. Little Robert was awake, he had his mother's blue eyes, and he generally resembled Veronica more than John. He looked at us curiously, as if trying to figure out who that whole people was.

"Robert? Are you really going to call baby Deaky Robert?" Freddie made that objection.

"It's his name, Freddie" John rolled his eyes. "Or did you think you'd call him baby Deaky forever?"

"No, of course not," Mercury denied, "if we call you two Deaky, it'll confuse everyone. It's that Robert is too annoying! And an adult's name, look at him, he's just a little baby, so small, he deserves a nickname consistent with that, so to me, he's Bobby, Bobby Deacon."

"Yeah, Bobby's not that bad," Veronica finally said, "I thought you'd come up with a worse name."

"Even you, honey?" John sounded incredulous, but his wife just laughed.

"I would never give a bad nickname to someone as precious as Bobby," Freddie said.

"All right then," John agreed, already accustomed to his friend's manner.

We took turns picking up the baby, and when it came to my turn, I confess that I died in fear. He was so fragile and I had to be so careful. I made a lot of effort to balance Bobby in my arms, not moving abruptly.

"Hi, Bobby" I was delighted "it's Aunt Chrissie, the one who filled your mother with sponge cake and scolded her for taking care of you. It's good to meet you ..."

Brian stared at me as I talked to the baby, but he didn't look at me like I was crazy. It was that old, passionate look that always embarrassed me.

"I wish I had brought my camera to take a picture of this moment ..." Brian explained.

"Well, after Bobby goes home, we can take a picture like this," I suggested.

My husband smiled, agreeing with me. We stayed a little longer, so we said goodbye to the Deacons, letting them rest a little.

Actions