Through Chrissie's eyes

My little Jimmy

Shortly after I met my little boy, they took him to finish the necessary exams, and there I was already living the first fears and worries of a mother. Mother ... I had just become a mother ... I still couldn't believe it.

Before I continued to daydream, Brian came to see me. Instinctively, I held out my arms to him. He gave me a hug as if we'd been away from each other for a long time, even though we'd always been together.

"How was it?" he asked.

"It was okay" I nodded. "I still feel kind of dizzy, but I'm fine."

"And our son? Where is he? What's he like? He cried a lot?" Brian filled me with questions, extremely worried.

"He's fine, they took him to the exams" I replied, but even wanting to laugh at him, I was in the same way.

As if to calm the first-time parents, the nurse brought our baby back. She was giving him to me, as much as I wanted to get him again, and never let go again, I did my beloved husband a favor.

"You can leave him with his father" I instructed the nurse.

"Are you sure, Chrissie?" Brian was scared "he's so tiny, I can ..."

"Let him fall? Never" I smiled, assuring him he would be careful "you are the most meticulous person I know, you will succeed ..."

"Okay," he accepted, still frightened and took our son, and watched him in silence, completely astonished "my God, he is ... My son! This is so..."

We exchanged a smile, I knew we felt the same emotion, which couldn't be expressed in words.

"What about his name?" I remembered "it's going to be James, isn't it, how did we decide?"

"Yes, James." Brian looked back at him. "Or we put Jimmy at once before the guys put a nickname."

"Yeah," I laughed. "I like Jimmy. Speaking of them, where are the boys?"

"They insisted on me seeing you alone first, it was a time for our family," Brian explained, "not to mention that according to them, I was about to climb up the walls of worry, exaggerated as always."

"But you know I believe them," I teased.

"Don't do that, Chrissie." Bri pretended to be hurt, joking in. "don't make fun of me in front of our son."

"But he still doesn't understand what we're talking about," I mused.

"Negative" Brian shook his head, "it's scientifically proven that he understands our feelings by the tone of our voice."

"But culturally he still doesn't have enough training to understand a joke," I continued.

"Okay, this conversation is going to kill Jimmy out of boredom." Brian interrupted the debate.

"No, I want him to be nerd jusr like us!" I said and laughed.

Brian just nodded and handed me Jimmy back.

"He's just like you ..." my husband said as he watched every detail of our little boy "beautiful as his mother."

"Brian ..." I sighed, embarrassed, we had been together for seven years, and yet his compliments always made me blush "call the guys to see Jimmy."

"Yeah, I'll be right back, I love you, and so as you." He kissed Jimmy's forehead and left.

And then Queen and company stormed the room. Jimmy had stayed very quiet in mine and and Brian's lap, but it was only the uncles and aunts arrived that he got more agitated. He didn't cry, but became more aware of everything around him. And I could see their blue eyes better, in the same tone as mine.

"How lucky he is to be like Chrissie, because if he got the looks from Brian..." Roger teased, which made him wince.

"I can say the same about your son when he's born" my husband countered.

"Bri, there's no chance to my son to be ugly, look at me, look at Domi it's logic." Taylor shrugged.

"No one here is ugly, Roger!" I had to scold.

"I'm joking," he finally excused himself.

"Very inconvenient," said John.

"Okay, change the subject right before they start fighting like kids." Freddie was annoyed. "So our little May is named Jimmy, it's not bad."

"You and your thing with names, Freddie" I commented, "but I'm glad you liked it."

"It sounds like I'm not that hard to please" he made his face of "there's no way I'm wrong."

"In some things, you really aren't" I ended up responding.

I was glad he was there, I knew the Deacons and the Taylors would be, but Freddie, having my doubts that he would be there at that moment so important to me, made me sad.

After Jimmy met everyone, including Bobby who called him "Dim", we went back home. Going home with Jimmy in my arms gave me another incredible feeling, there we would raise James, teach him to live in this world that was so dark, but it had wonders here and there too.

Jimmy was asleep when we arrived and I was already putting him in the crib in his room when Brian interrupted me.

"Wait here, I want to do something," he warned me, by now I was accustomed to his sudden, flashy plans.

I waited in the room until he came back.

"Go getting used to it, my love" I murmured to Jimmy "Daddy is like that."

"Did you really think I wasn't going to record that moment?" He smiled sideways, showing me his old camera.

"Of course" I understood, "this time I can make an exception to take a picture."

"Okay, so here we go." He positioned himself and so did I, and captured the moment, then managed to take a picture of the three of us.

I sighed, again the emotion taking over me.

"What's it?" Brian asked, but he seemed to be in the same state as me.

"It's unbelievable, don't you think?" I looked at him "the three of us, we are a family, and I ... It's the best thing in the world."

"Yeah, yeah." Brian nodded, and pulled me close to him, careful not to wake Jimmy "the three of us together is the best thing I could do in life, the most important thing."

"I say the same, my love." A tear slipped from the corner of my eye as I spoke.

Brian dried it gently and, thinking the same thing, we leaned in to kiss each other. I climbed the stairs with Jimmy on my lap, looking at the protection on the stairs, we were really going to need it.

Jimmy was a quiet baby, he didn't give a hard work, he almost didn't cry, he had my quiet way, as Joanne said when she came to see him. Except at bedtime, his sleep was light and, for a minimal reason, he would wake up in the middle of the night. Brian refused to let me go to Jimmy and make him stop crying, he said that since I had taken care of him all day, nothing was fairer than being his turn at night.

He used to mutter some melody to make Jimmy go back to sleep, which came to his head at the time, which didn't correspond to anything he had already written. It worked this method of Brian, but it took time. There was a day when he was so exhausted that he didn't wake up with the crying and it was my chance to make Jimmy go back to sleep. I would tried using my husband's method, but a little different.

"Hi, what is it?" I said softly, taking him in my lap, swinging him slowly, stroking his little head so he wouldn't forget that I was right there.

I sighed and began to sing:

"Don't you here my call, though you're many years away, don't you here me calling calling you?

Write your letters in the sand, for the day I take your hand, in the land that our grandchildren knew ... "

Jimmy's breathing grew calmer, I sang again, and soon he fell asleep. Even though he was so small, he was already his daddy's fan.