My Son is Growing up, and My Husband is Growing Down

Chapter 6
Double Sixteen

You know, what mother could say that they have a son that just turned sixteen, and then have a husband that turned sixteen in almost the same period of time. Not a single one, and for that I felt like boasting.

It has been fours years since I gotten my new job, and I might ad, I’m doing great, but that beside the point. I never realized it until just now, but I have been saying that a lot lately. Oh, well, it can’t be helped, can it?

Now, where was I? Oh, yes, I was telling you about the past four years. Well beside my job, I help to say I have two healthy, if not annoying boys.

You see, in the past four years, my husband or should I saw nephew had few shrink spurts. He maybe had two in the least few years. Add that with the normal regression rate, he had fallen into a sixteen year old, a few days before his next birthday.

As for my other boy, don’t get me started on him. He had reached that age, when he loved to annoy me to no end. He pulls harmless, if not annoying pranks whenever he can. Like, the time during Halloween when he put a bunch of fake spiders in the fridge. Needless to say, he scared me witness. And then there’s the fact that Johnny, I mean John, ropes his shrinking father into helping him. Let just say, I’m left with more then a headache after those two prank me. Guess, I should be thankful that John and James, I mean Jimmy don’t have a physical appearance. I don’t think my aging heart could take the stress.

As I put the finish touches on Jimmy’s birthday cake, I hummed to myself. It was a song I had heard just recently on the radio, and it was glued to the front of my mind. I can’t remember the singer’s name, but I think the song was called Bring Me To Life. It was quite the catchy little number.

“Umm, Auntie Jessie? Is my birthday cake ready?” I heard a shy, almost timid voice asked.

I turned around and looked down at a skinny, wild hair youth. Jimmy was shorter then I have expected, maybe three feet, nine inches, which lead me to believe he had a couple of growth spurts during his first childhood. It’s sometime funny, when my boys stand together, with John being four foot, nine inches, a whole foot teller then his former father. I guess I should be lucky that my soon to be oldest is semi good boy, and doesn’t like the tease his soon to be younger brother.

“Umm, you’re staring at me?” Jimmy said uncomfortably.

I could only giggle at my “nephew’s” behavior. Like I told you people before, as my former lover regressed, he gets younger emotionally as well. It seems like he was quite the shy little thing when he was sixteen probably do to his height.

Another thing I notice his how he acts. We have a talk about how he should act when we go out. To outside world, he’s just my nephew, and he should call me Aunt Jesse. Funny thing is, he call me Auntie Jessie even when we’re in the house. I guess it’s has something to do with his emotionally regression.

“Umm, when can I have some cake?” Jimmy asked, blushing redder then a tomato.

I just giggled lightly as I replied,” Once John gets home, then we can have some cake.”

Jimmy just smiled uneasily and then went to do something by himself. I could only smile at how cute my former husband was.

Two hours later, my boys and I were gathered around a dimly lit kitchen table, with only the light, coming from the sixteen candles on my “nephew’s” chocolate birthday cake. John and I song the birthday song as Jimmy blew out the candle. I was even temped to make a little joke about wishing to be taller, but the woman in me refused to tell that joke.

After that, Jimmy opened his gifts. I gave him a couple of new baseball caps of his favorite team, smaller sizes included. And John gave him a shirt that said, ?So, I’m growing down? Now what?’ I could only laugh as my “nephew” had given John a gift like that, but the word line was different, if you catch my meaning.

As the night worn down, John went to bed. He works part time and has an early morning. When was to bed, I decided it was time to give my former husband his real gift.

I lid him into the bedroom we once shared, and without a word, I begin to strip. Jimmy just stood there, shocked at what I was doing. He continued to stare, mouth gaping; I as strolled up to him and quickly stripped him. Then I forced him into the bed we once shared. Then I gently got on top of him. He finally got the idea, and I saw a spark of his old self, the man I loved with all of my heart, appeared.

I will remember this day, until I die. It was the first time since my former husband and I have made love, since he had entered into his teenage years. I remembered the tears, running down his cheeks as he entered into me, over and over. I remembered as he called my name, not my nickname, softly. I remembered feeling hot, stingy tears on my cheeks as the experience were both familiar and new to me. I remember him, falling asleep on my chest, his soft breathing as putting me into a lit slumber.

The next morning, when I awoke, I was surprise to find Jimmy had went, through another of one his spurts. But this once was massive. He just didn’t loose a year or a year and half. He lost three years, putting him around thirteen.

“Well, I guess that’s the best gift any mother could give her child,” I muttered to myself as I softly stock my former husband’s hair.