Page 17 of The Champion
“Fuck if I know. I saw it on a commercial...I think. Or maybe it was a billboard?” Hisbrow furrowed in confusion. “Or maybe it was in a fortune cookie?” Charlie’smemory was fading these days so I wasn’t surprised he didn’t remember.“Regardless, it seemed like a responsible bit of wisdom.”
Just then, the baby sneezed and Jameson’s frantic eyesmet mine. “He sneezes, like a tiny human.”
Charlie’s looked over at me, concerned. I felt the needto explain.
“Apparently Jameson thought we were having a non-humanbaby that doesn’t sneeze or blink.”
Charlie’s response, “You two should take a class orsomething. Maybe a book would help.”
Alley and Spencer, along with Lane, were the next to comein along.
Watching Lane with his cousin was adorable. He tried tobe so gentle with him when Spencer just tried to toss him around. This alsocaused a brawl between Jameson and Spencer that Aiden had to separate.
I was distracted by the size of my funbags to care abouttheir stupid brawl. It was like magic, the funbags seemed to have grown in amatter of hours. “My boobs are huge!” I announced to no one in particular.“Like really huge...is that normal?”
“It’s awesome.” Jameson replied gawking at them as Alleyheld the baby.
Alley snorted. “You won’t think it’s awesome soon...she’ll kill you if you touch them.”
A few hours later, it was just Jameson and I with thebaby. It was nice to finally be alone with my boys, on Christmas.
I loved thinking of the idea that we had a childtogether.
To some people it may just be a baby. But it was more tome. Just his tiny presence in our world was a big deal for us. We had beenthrough so much in these last nine months and to finally have him here,healthy, was such a relief. I also took comfort in the fact that I was nolonger Jameson’s pit lizard. I was his wife, his wizard. And together, undernot so ideal circumstances, we created another life that brought us closer thanever. We were one person.
There are so many words I would use to describe whatJameson was to me, most of which wouldn’t do us justice. We had a bond thatnever wavered or faltered. Sure we argued relentlessly at times about things asinsignificant as muffins but we had a bond. It was a bond that had been builton friendship, love, tragedy, loss and so much more. He had become my soulmate. The other piece of my heart’s puzzle.
I once did a project in college on soul mates, cheesy Iknow, but I believe they exist.
There’s a mythology story about Aristophanes in Plato’sSymposium. It was thought by them that humans consisted of four arms, fourlegs, and a single head with two faces. Zeus feared their power together andseparated them, splitting them in half, condemning them to spend the rest oftheir lives searching for the other half to complete them which was said to betheir soul mate.
I found my missing pieces that Zeus ripped away. Jamesoncompleted me in ways I’d never felt before and now he completed me in a way I’donly dreamed about, he made me a mother—something I didn’t know I was lookingto be.
Jameson sat there quietly holding the baby looking overthe book Dr. Sears gave us on caring for him and I daydreamed about fairytales.
“Jesus Christ, it’s like a gremlin, he comes withinstructions Sway.” He tossed the book aside and focused all his attention backon our son. “You’re adorable little buddy.” He cooed focusing back on the baby.
Charlie was right. We need to take a class.
“We should decide on a name.” Jameson murmured brushinghis fingertips over our son’s flushed cheeks.
“I know what you want to name him.” I whispered watchingthe two of them together. Watching my husband holding our newborn son wasenough to send me into another round of complete emotional hysteria but I heldback.
Jameson laughed and let out a whoosh of air. “Am I thattransparent?”
“No,” I smiled reaching for his hand. “You forgot weshare a brain.”
“You’re okay with it?”
“I think it’s a perfect name for him.”
He maneuvered his way into the bed with me, placing thebaby in my arms.
“Merry Christmas honey,” He whispered before placing atender kiss on my forehead and leaning down to kiss the baby.
My heart nearly stopped when he said our son’s name forthe first time.
3.Corner Weights – Sway
