Epilogue
It was Christmas Eve, 1991, and Jay was in labor. She had been for a while. This was her first baby and she was scared. Scared of carrying this baby to term. And terrified of bringing him into this world. She didn't know if she'd be a good mother. But she was going to try.
In a blur of lights, screams of pain, voices demanding that she push and comply, there was suddenly relief.
A small bundle of life was placed on her chest. She looked down at this small boy and smiled. Her son. Her Louis. He was perfect. And she could tell, he was going to do great things. He was going to be so full of love.
February 1st, 1994, it was a day like every other. Jay let Louis run wild. He played, and laughed, and despite the hardships she knew they were facing, and would probably continue to face in the future, Louis brought so much joy to her, he was everything. Her entire world. She was so proud of him. He was speaking in full sentences, and toddling along discovering his world, with an enthusiasm she never had the energy to match. But it was that afternoon that he sat still and silent, staring out the window.
"Is everything alright Lou?" He nodded, and she went to scoop up her little boy when he looked up at her with big, clear blue eyes.
"He's here now."
"Who's here Louis?"
"My Hazza." He said it with certainty and scampered off to his toys in his room.
Louis never mentioned this moment again, but Jay thought about it. And she kept her eye out for her little boy's Hazza. It wasn't until 2010 that she met him. And she knew, probably before they did. She was happy for them, and so, so proud of her little Lou.