Through Chrissie's eyes

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We found Gracey waiting for us at home. By the way, Jimmy had been asleep for a long time. Just before she realized we were arriving, I realized she was reading some book. I didn't have time to read the cover, since as soon as she saw us, she stood, a little frightened, in a hurry to adjust her posture, finally straightened the glasses that slipped through her nose.

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. May" she managed to speak, a little embarrassed.

"Hi, Gracey" I said to her first, "was everything okay?"

"Oh, yes, Jimmy's a sweetheart, and I'm not saying that just to flatter you, he's a lovely kid, really" Gracey said. "He didn't give me any hard work."

"What were you doing?" Brian asked out of pure curiosity.

"We were watching television" the nanny replied. "I didn't know that someone liked Doctor Who as much as I did. I know it's a show for kids, but ... I like it."

"We, too, seriously, we've always watched" I said, and knowing that made Gracey calm down and cheer up a little "well, it sounds like you did a great job, can I count on you if you need it again?"

"Yes, yes, certainly." Ms. Moore nodded "I loved taking care of Jimmy, and sorry for saying it, but I also like him."

"Don't worry, that's very good," Brian assured him. "How are you going home, Gracey?"

"By subway" she shrugged "it's safer."

"But you're going to the station by yourself?" I'll join you" Brian offered, which made Gracey even more embarrassed.

"Please, professor, not professor, sir, you don't need to, I don't want to be a burden" she said, embarrassed again, reminding me a lot of the way I was.

"I don't take no for an answer, come on, come on," he insisted, firm but gentle.

"You'd better not say no" I said, smiling.

"All right." Gracey gave in. "Thank you, Mrs. May. Bye."

"Bye" I nodded at them, and I saw them leave.

Soon I went to see how Jimmy was, sleeping as quiet as the little angel he was, and I was careful not to make a sound. All I could do was sleep, too, for a moment I forgot all about the conflict involving Freddie, but it was very difficult to ignore this impasse between him and us, it seemed that this had only increased lately.

It wasn't long before Gracey came to look after Jimmy again. As much as he was grown up, the shows always tired him, and when Queen performed in London, I would rather leave Jimmy at home. Worry never left me when my little boy was far from me, but now I was more accustomed to leaving him in the care of someone else. But it wasn't just Jimmy who got tired of the gigs, I started feeling a bit more tired than the average. Or maybe a lot more than I wanted to admit.

After a private show, I noticed that Brian had some idea seething in his head, he whispered some melody in a low tune, his fingers drummed on his leg, experiencing some rhythm. I noticed him smiling enthusiastically, almost telling me his idea, but the last thing I remembered was to close my eyes and fall asleep.

I woke up in my bed, and when I opened my eyes, Brian was staring at me with his arms crossed, as if asking for an answer to my sudden sleep.

"What is it? I overslept?" I yawned, sat up, scratching my eyes.

"Mom's not well" Jimmy said, also worried.

"Oh, Jimmy, I didn't see you there" I laughed. "Of course I'm fine, my love, just tired and sleepy."

"There's a reason you started to feel so sleepy" Brian insisted, sitting next to me. "It's no wonder, it's a symptom of something, and if you're sick, we have to find out what it is."

I was responding with a "I'm not sick, Bri!" Like the last time he suspected I was sick, but that was when I realized. I gave a huge sigh, surprised by my conjecture, which blended into another yawn.

"What is it? Do you suspect anything?" Brian asked, trying to unravel all that mystery.

"I don't know, I confess I've come to think about it, if I'm not mistaken, it may be ..." I tried to reach a conclusion.

"May be what? Don't give me a heart attack, Chrissie!" and there went the calm of my husband.

I sighed, before saying what I had thought.

"I think I might be pregnant again." I smiled at him.

"But are you sure? Maybe not, but by the way, at least the last time, you had those weird symptoms" Brian argued.

"It may be or it may not, but I don't know, we just have to find out" I said, half uncertain.

The whole conversation brought a certain concern to the surface, I was so scared before Jimmy was born, but now that I knew how it worked to be a mother, another child would be very welcome. Jimmy was no longer so dependent, which meant I wouldn't have to share my attention with the two of them, I could devote myself to the baby who needed more care, and Jimmy, too.

I exchanged a look with Brian, trying to see if he was as pleased with the possibility as I was. Our gaze from one to the other meant the same thing. We smiled at the same time.

I got up, getting ready to leave, it wasn't long before I came home with a pregnancy test.

"What's going on, Mom?" Jimmy asked, very confused as he watched our movement.

"Let's see, my love, we'll soon know" I answered him, understanding all his nervousness, another characteristic inherited from us.

I took a deep breath at the test, waited for the result very uneasy, crossed my arms to contain my tremor, my fingers tapped in my arms, extremely agitated I was. I think if I went through that again, I would react in the same way. My God, by the accounts I had hypothetically two children, had I just thought of a third? Jesus, I was really nervous.

It was then that appeared, positive ...

Before I cried or screamed, I showed Brian. He gave me a hug hugely tight, and then kissed me quickly. As we looked at Jimmy, our little boy was getting confused.

"You're going to have a baby brother, Jimmy" Brian said as he lowered himself to our son's height.

"A brother?" he asked "like Bobby and Mike, and Felix and Rory? And what is he going to be called?"

"We still don't know my love, but it can also be a little sister," I explained to him.

"And when's he coming?" asked my little boy "Are you going to get him? At the hospital? He already arrived? Can we get him now?"

"That's not how it works, Jimmy." It was Brian's turn to explain, since I was dying of embarrassment.

"Oh ... It's one of those things we have to wait for, the baby's going to take a long time, isn't it?" And it comes from Mommy's belly, just like a puppy." Jimmy understood, and was pleased with his own explanation.

Lucky for me to have such a clever son, not just one, I was sure my other baby would be as smart as his father and brother.