Oh, Baby!

I set our clothes out on the bed, smoothing the creases from the hangers out. Baby gurgled from his bouncer and I hushed him. Brian approached from behind and looked down at his outfit, his face solemn. I put my arms around him and held him close, a stray tear rolling down my cheek.
“I can't…” he began, but trailed off.
“I know,” I said, understanding that there were no real words for the situation. We embraced, quietly, both trying to process everything.
“He was just here. We just saw him last week,” Brian stuttered. I could only nod and hold him tighter in reply. We were interrupted by Baby letting out a small whimper. Brian broke away from me to pick him up. I looked at Brian’s suit and my black dress, waiting to be adorned for an event that neither of us could believe we were attending. I closed my eyes, willing reality away.
“I know his name,” Brian interrupted my thoughts. I looked at him silently, knowingly, and nodded.
“He was right all along,” I replied, softly, my heart crushed with the realisation. “He always knew what he’d end up being named.”
Brian’s face scrunched up as he held our son close.
“He fucking knew,” he agreed, a tiny laugh escaping from his throat before his face twisted with grief. We stood quietly together for a moment, until Brian looked down at the squirming infant in his arms. His lips pulled into a soft smile as his loving gaze was returned from the small dark eyes of our son.

“Baby Jimmy.”

Notes

I'm sorry :(