Through Chrissie's eyes

The beggining of a new journey

Before the boys closed the final details of the new album "News of the World," which got the creepy cover suggested by Roger, but with a little morbid variation (with the victims of the giant robot being the Queen members), we went invited to dinner at the Taylor's home. It was a common occasion, we used to go to each other's house, except that now Freddie was a little less present and Mary was totally absent.

When Brian and I arrived, I was frightened by the state Roger was in. Despite his red and swollen eyes, he couldn't stop smiling. The corners of his mouth simply refused to get closer to each other.

"Dude ... Is everything okay?" My husband was naturally astonished.

"This?" Roger pointed to his own face "do'nt worry Bri, it's nothing ... is that ..."

"Rog, don't tell them yet!" Dominique said loudly as she came to meet us and looked at her husband "calm, wait, I want us to do it together."

"As you wish, Mrs. Taylor." He smiled his trademark smile and invited us inside.

I had a strong suspicion of what that mystery meant. I glanced at Brian and he caught the message. He panicked even more, but said nothing. While Brian was recovering from the news yet unsaid, but deduced, we heard the Deacons arriving.

Robert came to us before his parents, now he was almost two years old, and he was walking with his tottering steps, in a cuddly way.

"Quizz!" the little one exclaimed touching my knee and then pointed to Brian "By!"

"Oh, Bobby." Without resisting the cuteness, I picked him up, but I hesitated, my belly was already so large that I couldn't place Robert on my lap, so I took him by my side and he sat there watching me.

"Our herald is already here" John commented as his son entered before him and Veronica "Hi Brian, Chrissie."

Brian and I both smiled as an answer.

"Do you have any idea of why we're having dinner tonight?" Veronica left the question on the air "because it doesn't look like an ordinary dinner."

"Did you notice anything at Dom?" I said "and the way Roger was, are you sure you don't know what it's all about?"

"No, it must not be that." Mrs; Deacon understood, but she doubted it.

"That what?" John looked at the three of us in confusion.

"Do you think Freddie's coming?" Dominique cut the subject, she really wanted to tell on her own "he's late ..."

"Tell me something new!" John rolled his eyes. "If he doesno't delay, it's not him."

"Maybe he'll come later" I tried to comfort my friend, who was anxious.

"Even so, you can't wait" now Roger was as nervous as his wife.

We then waited, and meanwhile, I thought of Freddie. It wasn't that he didn't want to stay with us anymore, and only now that, in my humble opinion, he had changed his priorities. It was natural for him to want to pay more attention to Paul, but Paul wasn't good company. Knowing Freddie as I knew, deep down he wanted to be with us, he just didn't want to admit it, if he was easily distracted from thinking about us with other things, it was sad, but it was what was happening.

"Well, I think I'll tell you now" Dominique said.

"What about Freddie?" Brian asked.

"I'll tell him later" Roger said.

"But you know what he's like, if you get angry, we'll pay for it" my husband reminded him.

"In that case, it's his fault," John opined, "that he was late."

"Okay, okay, enough discussion" Roger gestured at attention. "Just tell now, Dom."

"All right," she nodded, "I'll be the next mother in our group!"

We got up to hug her with some whispers of "we already knew." John and Brian congratulated Roger with a toast sermon.

"I wanted to know why you are so suspicious of my responsibility," Taylor complained.

"Because we know you?" John suggested.

"You look like those parents who play crazy and dangerous games," Veronica added.

"It may be so," agreed Mrs. Taylor "but he's also going to be a great father."

"Thank you, my love." Roger thanked his wife for her moral support. "But folks, seriously, I still don't believe it..."

"Yeah, I thought he was going to faint as I told him" Dominique confessed, "and then he laughed and didn't stop kissing my whole face ..."

"Roger always liked children," Brian said at last "only he had to have a serious relationship to have a child, so here we are."

A while later, Freddie came unaccompanied, and was happy with the news, on his terms. He would have to be patient with one more baby in the group, but he surrendered in a smile when Bobby called him "At."

After the Taylor's dinner, it was a few days before I had the baby. Despite the fixed date, nothing was completely defined, and unforeseen events could happen, a thought that made me even more anxious. I woke up in the middle of the night, with the baby shaken too much, when I got to my feet, I realized that all the signs were there, I was going into labor.

I shook Brian hard and calling for him. The poor guy woke up scared, much faster than he usually woke up.

"Are you okay?" he asked me, as he ran his eyes searching for me, searching for what was wrong.

"Brian, it's now!" My voice trailed off.

"Oh my God!" He got up and started to get ready, despite the rush, he knew what he was doing "get what you need and go out, I'll meet you in the garage."

I nodded, following his instructions, moaning in pain occasionally. We met soon, and when my mind was able to focus again, we were on our way to the hospital.

Every time I felt pain Brian looked at me worriedly, as if he felt what I was feeling. They took me quickly to the bedroom, I barely had time to say anything to Brian, I wanted to hold his hand and beg him not to leave me alone, that I needed him so much at the time, but he just looked at me like he said "you can do it". I clung to his gaze.

My beloved was right, I understood that I should go through that moment alone, that's how it had to be. Not completely alone, I would soon meet my little boy.

The pain was unbearable, not screaming was impossible, and I screamed more than I wanted. But the doctor said, with each new effort of mine, that the baby was closer. I had to be strong until the end. When I thought I wouldn't have more strength, I heard his cry. My God, what a feeling! I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

"Can I see him?" I asked, catching my breath.

"Of course, just a minute" one of the nurses answered.

I waited, my mind knew it was for a short time, but to my heart it seemed an eternity. When I saw my son so close to me, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold him, however much I had taken Robert. My arms stretched instinct even though I was still afraid.

I didn't know what to say, what to think ... It was the first time I had my son in my arms. It was such a big, confusing emotion, another moment of my life that I never imagined I could live, but I identified something special in the middle of it all. An immense love.

"Hi ..." I sighed to my baby "I love you very much ..."