The Jims are having a family reunion. What would go down?
the jims sat in the cafe, practically bouncing in their seats. sipping at strawberry milkshakes as they fixed one another’s shirt collars – wanting to look their absolute best for the little family reunion. remembering their mother’s words.
‘always look sharp and neat cause you’ll never know who you’re gonna meet.’
“jimmy?” the eldest jim twin asked his younger, nervousness creeping in his voice, “do…do you think he’s going to come?”
“of course he is, james!” the younger smiled, “we’ve made a name for ourselves. i bet he’s seen our news segments loads of times! i…bet he shows us off at work.”
he sat himself up tall as he pretended to brush through an imaginary beard. a gruff tone in his voice, “those are my boys right there!! james and jimmy!! what mighty fine young men they are!!”
“shut it.” james laughed, wiping away at his mouth with a napkin, “mama said he was from the south, dont lay on the accent too heavy.”
“i’m just excited!! gosh, all these years and this could be our first time meeting him. meeting pops…” jimmy looked off with a faraway dreamy stare.
they’d had a hard childhood without him.
every fathers day ended with mama sobbing in her room alone as the boys waited by the porch for dear old dad to show.
every christmas ended with mama taking them out to dinner, the twins saving a seat for dear old dad. a plate of warm cookies and milk growing colder as the night neared the end.
every birthday was spent waiting for the special someone who never showed.
james felt a pang in his chest – watching his baby brother go on and on. the same excitement he had when they’d found his address through careful investigations (…okay, so they asked google for help. at least he helped them after begging for hours and taking a small bribe of 270 dollars!!)
“yeah…you think pop’s older or like…not as old?”
“probably the same as–”
the twins turned to see dear old mama. her black and grey hair tied back in a heavy bun. wearing a purple dress with a white coat. brown eyes with an aged face smiling as she gasped. her baby boys all grown up.
“mama!!” james smiled as jimmy jumped over the booth to hug her. the same perfume she wore when they were little lingering in his nose. bringing him back to simpler times. times it was just him, mama, and james.
no egos, no dark, and no worries.
“oh gosh,” she gasped, “you two are so big!! i can hardly reach up to kiss you, jimmy!!”
“no need!!” he leaned down to allow his mama to kiss his cheek. giggling as her ruby red lipstick stained. james doing the same, blushing as he noticed the stain on his own cheek.
“so uh…wanna eat or–”
“wait!! james!!” jimmy whined, “pops isnt here.”
the youngest didnt catch his older brother or mother’s smiles fading.
with each passing hour, jimmy felt his own hope crush. afternoon turned to night before his eyes as james and mama ate. talking on about gun happy wilford. (“you sure he’s safe to work with, honey?”), wannabe vlogger bing (“sounds nice, honey!! maybe he can help with fancy editing on that camera you two have!!”) and even mysterious host (“my, what an…interesting young man he is…”).
all as jimmy stared out the cafe window.
the neon 'open’ sign mocked him as the stars twinkled above the city. the passing crowds lessening as he fought back tears.
no…he’ll make it. he’s….he’s running late!!
it’s when he sees another man, quite older than him, pick up two young boys. laughing along with them as he stops into the cafe. overhearing the man set his sons down in the booth towards the front door.
“you boys want milkshakes? or ice cream? it /is/ father-son night. we can always lie and tell mom i fed you some boring healthy dinner later.”
mama jumped as jimmy slammed his fist to the table. emotions bubbling up. years and years of…of abandonment bubbling up. years of anger and resentment bubbling up.
all as he quietly began to cry. tears flowing down his face and into his blue dress up shirt.
“why…does he not want to see us?” jimmy sniffled out, holding onto his brother for support, “what did we do? why…why does he hate us?”
“mama…mama, why did he leave us?”
jimmy continued to cry into his brother’s arms. james moving so jimmy could nuzzle into his chest and cry. mama moving from her seat into theirs. wrapping her soft arms around her two boys. her heart breaking as she heard james start to sob along.
damn the man who gave her the pride and joys of her life, only to leave them the minute they were born into this world. damn him for yelling at her on the ride to the hospital, “i got better things to do, cutie. i ain’t sticking around for two boys when i got my career ahead of me. see ya someday.”
“i’m so sorry boys.” mama whispered to them. her comforting words silencing their sobs for mere minutes. humming to them quietly – the same hum she used when they were little. when they needed a shot from the doctors. when they were bullied at school. when they were up all night waiting for pops to come home for once.
their own little lullaby.
“i love you boys so much, you don’t know how incredibly proud i am of you. you’re both my reasons why i keep fighting to live on this earth.”
jimmy sniffled as james blew his nose into a napkin. the two calming down as mama pressed a kiss to the tops of their heads.
“and i’d never leave you two. as long as i’m alive, i’ll always proudly say, 'those are my boys’”
the jims ran a muck around the office the monday after their reunion. james carrying the camera as jimmy rushed ahead of him. nearly toppling over google as they ran.
“JAMES COME ON, YOU SLOW ASS TURTLE! WE NEED TO GET TO THE SCENE OF WHERE THE SHOOTY WAS FOUND!”
“jims! jesus christ, slow down!” google yelled. the twins turning around. eyes wide in surprise.
“i came down here to let you know your father replied. i have his email right here ready for you two to view–”
google stood dumbfounded. had they not just cried tears of joy last week when finding his address? what the hell has gotten into them?
“jims. this –” google pulled up a hologram of the email, “is your father. the same father you’ve been searching for since you two were kids. do you really want me to–”
“yeah.” the both responded. jimmy walking up to google. smile on his face, eyes soft as he sighed.
“…we don’t need him. we’re doing just fine on our own, okay?” he laughed as he grabbed his brother’s hand again. rushing out the door – ready to take on their newest adventure. as brilliant and proud young egos.
besides, who has the time to cry about lost deadbeat fathers when you got a suspect with a shooty on the loose?!