me, resting his head on his blanket.
I don’t know if this is right or wrong. Should I make him go back to his own bed? Maybe I’ll wait until he’s asleep and I’ll sleep in his bed.
He pulls his thumb from his mouth and holds onto a strand of my hair. “I want my mummy,” he says.
His words hit my chest hard and I find myself wrapping my arms around him and pulling him in close to me. I don’t say anything. What can I say? I have absolutely no idea if he’ll ever be seeing his mother again, because I haven’t been told where his mother is. And I doubt whether I’ll get any answers from Mike. Maybe I should ask Gavin. Or Liane.
I feel Mikey relax in my arms and it’s not long before he’s sound asleep. I don’t move. I don’t get up to go to his bed. I hold him against me until I feel my own eyes getting heavy and tell myself that just for tonight, he can sleep with me. But tomorrow, he will have to sleep in his own bed.
I wake up when I feel a little foot kick my stomach. Next to me, Mikey wriggles and stretches until I hear a little murmur and I know he’s awake.
“Good morning, Mike,” I say sleepily.
He doesn’t answer, but he pulls a piece of my hair into his hands.
“What would you like to do today?” I reach up and turn on the reading lamp above my bed. “I thought, if you’d like, we could go to the zoo. Would you like that?”
A small smile comes to Mike’s face.
“We’ll have to rug up nice and warm. It’s going to be cold today.”
While Mikey eats his cereal, I turn the morning news on to see what the weather forecast is. But what I see makes me stop mid step. The entertainment news is on and they’re showing highlights from Blue Saturn’s first Melbourne show. Mike is centre stage, singing. He’s getting the crowd involved, holding the microphone out over the edge of the stage encouraging them to sing along to the chorus. Gavin is to the left of him, laughing at something. Mike laughs too and then sings the first line of the next verse.
I know the song. It was their first ever hit and still one of the biggest songs in Australian charts history. It was number one for twenty seven weeks, only to be knocked off the top spot by another hit single, which stayed in the number one spot for twenty two weeks.
How do I know this? Because like every other twenty-something year old in the country, I listen to their music. I wouldn’t say I follow their career, but it’s been hard to ignore Blue Saturn’s rise to fame over the years. It seems that they’re everywhere!
The screen switches to the studio, and the entertainment guru is sitting in a room, interviewing the band. Mike is wearing sun glasses, as is Paul and Steve. Gavin is the only one who is brave enough to show his face uncovered. And I have to admit, he looks fresh and rested.
Mikes makes a joke about not being to bed yet and flashes what is supposed to be his charming smile. It looks charming, I have to admit, but unfortunately I’ve seen a less than charismatic side to Mike and the entire effect is lost on me. It actually makes me shiver.
The entertainment guru feeds the bands’ ego’s, telling them that their show was “energetic”, and had a “real rock sound”, and that their performance was “absolutely perfect.”
The entire time, Mike is grinning and nodding his head in agreement. Obviously he’s never heard of being humble.
I roll my eyes and switch off the TV. When I turn see if Mikey is still eating, he’s pointing at the TV. “More,” he says.
“You want to watch Mike on the TV?”
Mikey nods his head. “More.”
I turn the TV on and Mikey smiles. Sadly enough this is the first time he’s seen his father in two days. And the way his little face lights up when Mike speaks breaks my heart.
We get ready to spend a day at the zoo. I pack a backpack with Mikey’s blanket - it goes everywhere with us - and also throw in one of his new cars. I take two packets of chips from the