Prompt Post No. 19
Welcome to Round 19 of the Inception Kink Meme.
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“Coo-eeeeeeee!” is the first thing that booms out of Eames’ laptop after he had reluctantly accepted the video-call request from his mother and the sudden burst of noise caused Eames to jump out of his sleep-deprived state and William startled in his snug bouncer chair that was on the tiled floor.
The only reason he had was because it was Thursday evening and he guessed he hadn’t said four-hundred words since the start of the week and he’d ignored most of the phone calls she had been bombarding him with since William was born.
She had morphed into an overbearing nightmare when he returned to his childhood home in Guildford for the first time in years, sixth month pregnant with the need for comfort and security outweighing his suspicions that it would be unbearable, humiliating and sadistic experience.
All notions of privacy became redundant as his mother insisted on knowing every detail of his pregnancy and whenever he requested some breathing space from her endless invasiveness disguised as help he was reminded how he never visited or called anymore. His father had been the same as ever, quiet and invisible unless he was disappointed or doling out punishment. Eames weathered hours of being talked at about responsibility, about how as a child he was sneaky and selfish and hadn’t changed, that he hadn’t done much with his life unlike his perfect older brother. He managed to stay two weeks before fleeing to Kiev.
“Alright, mum?” said Eames in dull tone, sliding down the volume and picking up the dummy from the coffee table in front him. He shoved it in William’s mouth to stop him whimpering and he settled himself on the battered brown sofa.
“How’s William?” said his mother, her pink lips pulled back into a wide smile, her russet-dyed curls bouncing away as she squirmed with delight, rubbing her wrinkled hands over each other, the decadent rings on her fingers glittering away.
“A bundle of joy,” Eames replied, clamping a smile on his face.
“Thank you so much for sending the photos. I’ve shown them to everyone and they’ve all said he’s a bonnie looking lad.”
“That’s nice.”
“Already a month old, I can’t believe it. Can you?”
Eames shook his head. Each day was so formless and only about killing time between feedings and nappy changing that it all bled together to create one great yawn.
“And how are you doing?”
“Fine, everything is fine.”
“You should count your lucky stars then.” His mother flashed him a grin before her face dissolved in to a solemn look. “Just you wait a few months when he is more alert because you will be rushed off your feet. It’s going to feel like absolute hell sometimes and you’ll never have time for yourself but that’s what life is like with a baby. And that’s what it will be like for the rest of your life.”
Eames just smiled.
“You look so tired,” she said and she sounded so disapproving, as if he had been out on a twenty-four hour binge of alcohol and hard drugs and was now suffering an excruciating hangover. “You should sleep when he sleeps, you know.”
“Yeah, I’ll look into that.”
“I’m only trying to share my wisdom. I know it’s hard to believe but I did raise you and Alexander,” his mother said airily before producing a comically sad clown face. “Are you sure you’re okay? I imagine it must be hard being a new and single father.”
“I’m fine,” he gritted out.
“Well, good,” said his mother, looking positively triumphant. “You were so loopy from all those hormones last time we saw you, talking nonsense about adoption. And I know you've never liked children, my sweetheart, goodness knows you treated your nieces as if they were diseased when they were babies but when it’s your own it’s different. I bet the moment he was placed in your arms you fell in love with him."
His mother gave him a warm smile. "There is nothing quite like it, is there?"
Eames realised after a few moments of blinking that he had absolutely nothing to say so he feigned surprise that William was awake and he swivelled the laptop, angling the screen so the web camera looked down so his mother could see her grandson.
She let out long, contented sigh. “Oh, Daniel. You really have been blessed with such a beauty."
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