She stared down at the baby, her baby, with no other expression but love.
Born at 10:50 PM on a Saturday night, June 20, 1986, a lovely baby boy, color of the most beautiful, stunning red she had ever seen with crystal blue eyes to kick it all off.
The white Mazda MX-5 held him in her tires, pushing the blue blanket from his face to get a better look at her new son.
He let out a little baby chuckle and she giggled in return.
A grey Corvette appeared in the doorway with a genuine smile that any proud new father would have had. His grin grew even wider as he caught his first glance of his son.
She handed him over to him carefully. He took him in his tires and looked down at him with the same amount of love his wife had had for an expression.
"Hello, little baby," he cooed. "I'm your daddy."
The little baby car gurgled at him and placed a little tiny tire on his fender.
The father chuckled at gesture. He just knew that he was going to be something special. He could already see him, holding a trophy with the look of pure pride on his face as he did so, taking his team to state. That was every father's dream for his son. He thought of how everybody started out like this. It's amazing how something so small and innocent could grow up to be the most successful car in the world. That's the problem. They grow up so fast it seems like you miss it all in the process. He'll be off to college before they know it. The smile disappeared from his bumper as he realized this.
Their son closed his eyes and yawned widely, bringing back the smile on the father's face.
"Adam, what do you think we should name him?" she asked as she realized they hadn't even thought names yet.
"Hmm, James…" he trailed off as he thought of a list in his mind.
"James… no that's too common. It has to be something unique. A unique name for a unique baby." She grinned as she looked down at her sleeping son.
He furrowed his brow in thought. "You're right."
She looked around for ideas then she spotted a cloud out the open window. She puzzled for a moment over the name they were to choose. "Lightning."
"What? Is it raining?" the father asked her, following her gaze to the window.
"No, Lightning. Lightning… James Mcqueen," she whispered.
The father looked back down at his son. Lightning… Lightning James Mcqueen… "Katherine, don't you think he'll be made fun of in school?"
"We're not thinking about that right now, Adam."
He nodded slowly, agreeing with her. "Well, Lightning Mcqueen it is."
A slow, tired smile spread across her bumper. She repeated the name softly to herself. "Lightning Mcqueen…"
Little did they know that their son wasn't just going to become the next lawyer, dentist or any other white collar job. He was Lightning Mcqueen; the car that was destined for greatness, love and friendship for a lifetime.
Author's Note:
Oh, I just had this cute little idea today. What would it be like when Lightning Mcqueen was born? Well, here ya go! Wasn't exactly sure if I was actually going to write this out, but hey, worth a shot right?