Through Chrissie's eyes

A day at the mall

It was late afternoon on a Friday when Brian had the idea of the three of us hanging out. As much as he liked to stay home as much as I did, he was the one who always called me out, ever since we met, and I always gave in.

"We have to enjoy that we're less busy right now," was Brian's argument, "you never know when we'll have such a break again. It will be good to spend time alone, the three of us, as a family. Right Jimmy, you don't want to walk around for a bit?"

"I do, Dad!" agreed our little boy, flailing on Brian's lap.

"It's not fair using Jimmy to convince me, Brian Harold May!" I crossed my arms, laughing.

"Isn't it? I didn't know that, it's kind of late now, because I know it worked, didn't it, my sweet lady?" He smirked at me, there was no way I could ignore him or say no.

"All right, all right, smart fellas" I finally agreed. "Let's go then."

I got me and Jimmy ready quickly and soon we were on our way to the mall in central London. It was great when we were together and there was no uproar over Brian. Of course there was one or another person who recognized him, and my husband was always gentle and considerate, giving at least one hi from afar. Still, meeting with fans, being the three of us together made me feel like we were just another family out walking.

Jimmy was glimpsed with so much around him, walking in our midst, but even so, he hesitated to let go of my hand and Brian's. I wanted to keep holding his hand, make sure he was close to me, but I saw that I was being overprotective again. I exchanged a look with Brian, who soon understood what I was going through.

"It's fine for him to walk a little alone" Bri said to my thoughts. "Just don't lose sight of him."

"Okay" I nodded a little reluctantly. "Go ahead, Jimmy, Mommy and Daddy will be right behind you."

"Ah ... Okay" my little one was surprised by what I allowed.

Jimmy let go of our hands, but he didn't stay very far, he was only one of his steps away from us. It was as if he understood that I didn't want him to run away.

That was like that until he saw something that has aroused his interest. Jimmy ran, but he quickly turned back to see if we were still there. Brian was faster than me and reached him, and when I got to where they were, I found them both equally fascinated.

"Dalek!" Jimmy pointed to the shop window.

I looked where it was and finally I saw what caused the commotion. It was a plush dalek. Ever since Jimmy was born, he'd watched Doctor Who with us, until he even started to enjoy the program as much as we did. And as much as the Daleks were the villains, my little boy had a fascination for them, finding them funny and laughing every time they appeared.

"I want one of these, Chrissie!" my husband said to my astonishment "for Jimmy, of course."

"I know, I know, of course it's for Jimmy." I crossed my arms trying not to laugh at his excitement. "Now I don't know if I've brought two kids with me ..."

"But we're your boys ..." Brian tried to remedy.

"Yes, you are" I smiled at Jimmy and Brian with the same expectation. "It's a good thing the boys aren't here, they'd make fun of you, Brian."

"Don't tell them, Mrs. May" he asked a little worried.

"I won't" I promised.

And after all that, Jimmy ended up taking the dalek home. There was no one who could get his plushie out of him, and even at bedtime, Jimmy held it. My son liked Doctor Who more than I had imagined. Another characteristic that showed how much he was my son and Brian's.

After that, my family and I paid a special visit to the Taylors. Dominique was experiencing the last stages of her second pregnancy, and I well knew how difficult it was. So, whoever cared for Felix now was Roger, which made us a little worried. It was an old inside joke that Taylor was so easily distracted and irresponsible at times that he wouldn't be able to take such good care of his own son. And, thank God, we were all wrong. Though we questioned his methods.

"So Felix only sleeps if you run the cart around the house?" I frowned when Roger told me that.

"Yeah, he loves it!" Roger replied enthusiastically "he laughs until he get tired, and that is what makes him sleep like an angel all day."

"It's too wild" Brian said.

"Wlld, in the sense of cool, because you can't say anything about it, Bri" Rog said with a little teasing.

"What do you mean, Taylor?" My husband's voice was irritated.

"Chrissie can put Jimmy to bed better than you" Roger said.

"It's because she's his mother, it's scientifically proven that the baby feels safer with his mother, that's why," Brian replied.

"Don't use science to get away with that, just admit your failure." Roger laughed.

"Roger Meddows Taylor, can you stop?" Dominique asked irritably. "It's a very stupid argument"

"Sorry, sorry, my love." Taylor withered, regretful, which made me and Brian laugh "Jesus, bloody hormones that leave this woman in a bad mood ..."

"I'm right here!" Dominique added, but she also laughed "there is no right method to make the children sleep, we simply do what works. Ever thought if our little girl did not sleep with you and just with me?"

"No, no, Dominique, don't say such a thing not even joking" Roger was deadly serious "and don't forget that he can still be a boy."

"Are you still stubborn about it?" I commented on the subject that arose "it could be that you are right, it might be not."

"Yeah, right!" Roger raised his eyebrows for emphasis "I may not be as smart as Brian, but I know they are equally equal possibilities."

"Oh, Rog ..." Brian sighed, trying to regain his patience - "only you to offend me and compliment me in the same conversation."

Dominique and I shared a smile of complicity, agreeing that even with our husbands being parents, they could still act like children.