Through Chrissie's eyes

Family time

After the interview we went straight home and along the way, although I was still charmed by the delicate and beautiful form that Brian spoke about me in the interview, I was still worried about its repercussion.

We arrived home, meeting Jimmy and Louisa in a lively conversation with Gracey, my children told some long story while the nanny paid attention.

"Well, the story is very good, but your parents have arrived." Moore warned them, they were a little disheartened, but soon they resumed the excitement because their parents were back.

"Hi, my little ones!" I kissed my children's cheeks one by one "what were you telling so interesting to Gracey?"

!When we ride a kite in Leeds!" said Jimmy, pleased with the memory.

I remembered that, when we spent the last holiday at my parents' house, the children had enjoyed it very much.

"You can finish telling the story the other day, Jimmy" Gracey said, "now I have to go."

"All right, Gracey" my boy understood and accepted the condition.

We say goodbye to her, sitting all four together. Louisa wanted to sit on my lap for a while while Jimmy sat between me and Brian. Soon the children were more attentive on television than in us.

"What did you think?" Brian finally asked.

"Great, really, Bri" I looked at him with conviction, but still reflecting a little more on the interview "you were vague, without giving specific details, but it gave to understand that you are still very busy, that is, for all effects, Queen continues to produce at full steam."

"Yeah, even if it's a half-truth" his expression dropped a little "I'm almost certain that ... when we play together again, we'll do everything as we always have, all that's left to know is exactly what will happen ... that still let me..."

He couldn't finish, just sighed. Bringing the whole issue of Freddie's independent initiative to the table made us sad. The problem was'ot him recording solo works, but the way he decided it and announced to the boys. It had been a long time since we had heard from him, however much we wanted to get in touch with him, but we were still afraid because of everything that had happened.

"At least the press is going to give us some time now" I tried to console him, still thinking of other things, having an idea that might be the best idea at the time "do you know who needs to take time out of all this? Us."

"Yeah, I know" Brian nodded "everything I see reminds me of the fight, I just can't help it."

"And if we went to your parents' house, huh?" I suggest "you can go in Jimmy's vacation, can we stay the whole vacation there? Of course, if your parents don't care."

"Of course they don't care, you know them." Brian's face brightened. "I'm all for it".

Finishing his speech, he smiled and stared at me for a moment, his gaze lost on my face, which always made me uneasy.

"What is it?" I asked, laughing softly.

"I love you and your incredible ideas" he replied and didn't hesitate to kiss me right away, catching me a little in surprise.

"Oh ..." Jimmy said, a little embarrassed.

"Sorry, my love, but it's your father's fault" I said to my son.

"No, Chrissie, you started with that idea of going to Hampton." Brian laughed.

"Shall we see Sir Grandpa?" Louisa got excited "hooray!"

"And Grandma Ruth too!" Jimmy reminded his sister "how cool, it's been so long since we go there. Shall we go to the beach this time?"

"Yes, yes, if the weather cooperates" replied my bo, "and we are going to spend your vacation there."

"Really?" Jimmy brightened up "thank you, Mom."

He gave me a hug, which I gave back.

"You're welcome, my love" I smiled, stroking his hair.

We waited another three weeks to finally leave the bustling London and spend some time in the Hampton seaside. As always, Brian and I packed together, and we argued a bit when I wanted to put extra warm clothes in the kids' bags.

"Chrissie, we're going to the beach, the weather is much hotter than cold" he commented as I put yje coats with the other clothes.

"I always did it in your bag and you never complained" I said, but I wasn't angry. "Besides, it's better to be safe than sorry. By the way, I'll put an extra coat in your bag too."

"I know you're joking now" he chuckled. "Even if you need to, remember my mother must have my coats on there too."

"Okay" I rolled my eyes, but I laughed too.

We were going out on a Saturday morning, I woke up the kids, we had an enhanced breakfast. While Brian and I packed our luggage in the trunk, the children offered to help.

"No need, my angels, this is kind of heavy for you to carry" Brian explained to them.

"Ah, but Dad, can I see something in my bag?" Jimmy asked and frowned.

"You can, Jimmy" Brian said, but he was confused too.

"I want to see if anything is missing" my little boy explained as he realized our astonishment.

"Oh Jimmy, your mother checked your bag three times, I don't think you need to" Brian said, giving a grin that he wanted to turn into a laugh.

"Even so" insisted our son, "I must be sure."

"Okay" his dad chuckled, laughing, grabbing Jimmy's bag, letting him open it and checking what he wanted.

"What's so funny, Mr. Brian?" I crossed my arms, already having a sense of the reason for laughing.

"Jimmy is definitely your son" he nodded, making a serious face with a mockery.

"Yeah, I know, now stop being silly." I patted his arm lightly.

"All right, Jimmy?" Brian asked him.

"Now, yes." He closed his suitcase and I helped to put it back in place.

Louisa and Jimmy sat in the backseat while Brian and I took one last look at the house. Earlier that day, I had already warned all our friends that we would be out for a long time.
We looked at all the rooms until I found my husband in the room where he kept his instruments. Suddenly, all of his good humor was gone now.

"You can't say goodbye, even if it's only for a while" he explained when he noticed my presence.

"I know, it's impossible" I understood what he was feeling "music is part of who you are, always was, and even with all that, it will always be."

"Yeah, yeah." Brian nodded, giving me a wistful smile.

I waited a little in silence, watching what he would do. His gaze landed on his beloved Red Special, his fingers touching it lightly.

"Do you want to take it?" I asked softly.

"I want it, but I don't think it's appropriate," Brian replied, still thoughtful. "Maybe this time, it'd better stay. See you later, old lady. Let's go, Chrissie, the children will be impatient."

"Okay." I kissed his cheek and held hia hand.

I knew that the longing for the times when the band was united struck Brian at that moment. It was something that still affected us, but after we locked everything up and took the road, Brian concentrated on taking advantage of the trip with our family.