A7X One Shots

I can't believe that I was the last of the fathers. Honestly, I thought short shit would have been the last to have a kid, but Michele and I never truly got around to it until now. And we added the fifth boy to the Avenged family, seventh if we included Brooks' boys.

Michele was a trooper. I'd only had a few days with my boy before I had to get back to tour, and now, I was back. My boy was so big and so damn cute. He was our little Saint James. He was fucking perfect.

"Brian, are you sure that you are ready for this?" Michele asked as she fluffed her hair one last time and swiped some lipstick over her lips.

I looked at my wife. She hadn't had a night out in a long while. "Yes, dear. We are going to be just fine. Matt's on-call and Johnny and Zacky are close by. Look, if worst comes to worst, I will call you. Now go have fun with your sister."

My wife kissed me and left, kissing our son as well and slowly walking out of the house. I knew she would be worrying the entire time she was out, but Val and I thought she really needed this. She was never going to leave Nicci alone if she didn't get out now.

"It's just you and me, baby boy. What do you want to do first?" I looked down at my little boy. He looked at me, but of course had no response.

Shaking my head at myself, I placed Nicci on my hip and headed to the kitchen. We were going to get some food and then watch the greatest game: football. I prepared Nicci's bottle after turning on the television.

Saint James cooed at me and then watched his milk boil. I think the boy was a food addict already. He wanted his food always. The good news was he wasn't much of a crier. He was always a very patient baby and rarely, if ever, cried for me.

"You sure are patient, Nicci. Sometimes you remind me of your namesake. When you're older, I'm gonna tell you all about Uncle Jimmy. You would have loved him. And he would have loved you."

He just cooed again and happily reached for his bottle once I had cooled it off. He was so easily satisfied. I smiled at my son and walked us to the couch. We sat down and each enjoyed our bottles; his was milk and mine was water. I had promised Michele I wouldn't drink while I was watching my son.

"You really do remind me of the Rev, Nicci," I said as we watched the Raiders play the Chargers. He giggled as the players ran about. God, he was like Jimmy. I looked up at the ceiling. Sometimes I thought James gave us boys so we could always have him with us.

Notes

Very short update, but I am very tired.