Through Chrissie's eyes

In Paris

We arrived a little after Felix arrived in the world, which made Roger cry even more. He was happy that his son was born, but sad that he couldn't have accompanied Dominique well at the time she went into labor.

We were all in the room when the Taylors met.

"It was for me to be with you, my love." Roger sounded guilty as he stroked his wife's face. "That's because I insisted so hard to stay here these last few months ..."

"Rog ..." she held his hand touching her face "I better than anyone know how much you wanted to be here, you don't have to blame yourself for it, unforeseen happen, our baby just arrived a little earlier than expected."

"And that's good, very good," Roger finally agreed, watching the baby for the thousandth time that night (I couldn't blame him for that, I knew it well) "I could hardly wait to meet him. Dom, I'm a father ... This is so ..."

He filled in the sentence with more tears of joy, I honestly sometimes doubted who was the crybaby between me and Roger. Slowly, we approached, giving our first hello to Felix. Incredible how he wasn't scared by the presence of so many people, on the contrary, he gave a smile.

"He really is your son, Roger" I had to say, since what Felix did remind me a lot of his father.

"Of course he is," said Taylor proudly. "Look at him, he's just like me, beautiful as me and his mother, have you seen Brian?"

"You didn't forget that?" My husband said, looking at Roger as if wondering how that fool was his best friend.

"Roger, you're officially a father now, you have to grow up a bit, okay?" John advised.

"Yeah, you're going to leave the teenage jokes to make the jokes every father does" Freddie said.

It was impossible not to laugh when the boys teased each other, at least on those occasions when the teasing was no more than a joke.

Over the next few months our boys continued to grow, now it was hard to tell when I was talking about John, Roger, Freddie and Brian or Bobby, Jimmy and Felix. When it came to our children, I used the term "kids" and "boys" were Queen, I don't think I could ever stop calling them boys. Soon the number of children would increase, since Veronica was pregnant again. And so it was with this news and Felix a little bigger that we went to Paris, following the recording schedule of the new album.

It was Jimmy's first international trip, it was too big for a little boy to do, but it was necessary, there was no way I could stay away from him, and that's why I was even more worried. He was afraid that he would be surprised at the distance and the time of the trip, the plane itself, the hotel, in fact, everything that he didn't know. When we packed our bags, I checked only three times Jimmy's bag.

"Chrissie, it's all right, there's nothing missing, I assure you" Brian said as he watched me check the suitcase again.

"It's just ..." I closed my eyes nervously, squeezing the corner of my mouth "I'm afraid there's going to be some unforeseen incident with Jimmy in the middle of the trip ..."

"I know, I know," he nodded, held my hands and made me sit with him, we stayed at the same eye level "if anything happens, you'll know exactly what to do, and I'm here to help, don't forget that being a parent is a team work, and I'm sorry, my love, sometimes you leave nothing for me to do ..."

"I do that, don't I?" I was ashamed and I lowered my head "I can't stop worrying, it's just how I am.."

"I know, and that's good, not that I don't worry either." Brian touched my chin, making me look at him "but Jimmy also needs to explore the world, have his own experiences, expand his world view, of a certain researcher who you know well, imagine the incredible memories that he will have to know so many places around the world with us?"

"Okay, I get it," I ended up smiling, realizing that I couldn't be overprotective, much as I was being and hadn't noticed until now "thank you."

"Don't mention it, Mrs. May" Brian gave me one of those smiles, and I didn't resist and leaned in to kiss him.

After my husband's light sermon, I was more relieved about the trip. My little boy slept on my lap most of the trip, though he wanted some of the attention from his uncles, which Roger and John gladly gave while Freddie was embarrassed. When he realized this, he tried to remedy the situation by taking Jimmy to Brian. After we duly stayed, we had time to explore the city.

In front of the Eiffel Tower, with my Jimmy on my lap and Brian by my side, I felt that feeling of not believing what I was living again. I'd never have imagined in my life that I would be in Paris one day.

"Look, Mom!" Jimmy called me, bringing me back to reality "big!"

Jimmy was pointing at the tower ahead of us.

"Big? It's too big, my love! You're right " I agreed with my boy, smiling.

"Big just like Daddy!" Jimmy turned to Brian.

"Well, not much Jimmy" Brian laughed, "the Eiffel Tower is much bigger than I am."

"Bigger? "Our son was a stranger to the word.

"It's bigger when one thing is more big than the other" I explained.

"Oh ..." Jimmy sighed "tower bigger than Daddy."

"That's right!" I kissed his cheek, delighted that he was learning so fast, by the way he had drawn his father's intelligence.

And after our walk, the boys focused on work, recording song after song, most of them almost ready. I loved Brian's songs from "Dreamer's Ball" and "Leaving Home Ain't Easy". Again, I loved John's other song, "If You Can not Beat Them Join Them", listening to it always cheered me up.

Then Freddie started to get his unusual ideas, it was his way after all. The Tour de France inspired him to write the repetitive and half-senseless "Bicycle Race", but it had a certain fun in it. I liked the sound of the bicycle bells in the middle of it. But maybe, the one that made me uncomfortable, not just me, Brian too, I might add, was "Don't Stop Me Now."

Okay, I confess I loved the rhythm, the arrangement of the instruments and the boys' vocals in the chorus, but the content of the lyrics made me worried. It was as if Freddie were living life wildly, like a runaway vehicle, and at some point, such a vehicle could crash and cause a fatal tragedy. That's what I feared would happen to Freddie. And Brian shared the same concern.

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