When Danny had been out of jail for a week, John brought Judy and lil Billy home from the hospital in Austin. The house in Wimberley had been finished the week before and they were moved in and settled comfortably. John drove his Dodge Ram Turbo slowly down the driveway and stopped in front of the house. He got out, seeing Billy slam out the front door of the house like a tornado. He was screaming and yelling excitedly in his eagerness to see the baby.
“Let me see ‘im! Let me see ‘im!” he demanded, nearly jumping up and down in his eagerness, as John helped Judy out of the truck.
“Let’s get him and his momma inside first, Billy,” John suggested, closing the door of the pickup and starting slowly for the house.
“Momma told me I was his uncle!” Billy informed them.
“Don’t see how you could be his aunt,” John teased playfully.
“That’s mean, John!” Billy laughed, knowing John was teasing him.
“Even if he was a she you’d still be her uncle,” John laughed, helping Judy up the steps and onto the wide porch.
“That’s right uncle Billy,” Judy agreed. “Meet your nephew, Billy John Travis.”
“I know his name, Judy,” Billy said opening the front door. “I ain’t no moron, ya know!”
Judy laughed over her shoulder. She sat on the sofa and when Billy was kneeling in front of her she folded the blanket off lil Billy’s face and Billy stared at his nephew’s tiny sleeping face.
“He’s so tiny,” Billy whispered, awed by the miracle of the infant. “I can’t wait ‘till he’s big enough to play with!” he added, thoughtfully.
“That’ll be a while, yet,” John said thoughtfully. “I’m sure glad to be away from that hospital. Lot of sick folks there!”
Billy looked at John and then back at his name sake. He stared silently still in wonder at the child with a face the size of a softball.
“John you may as well go back to the studio, there isn’t much you can do around here. If I need anything I can get Billy or Momma to get it for me,” Judy said, realizing John was anxious to get back to the studio and the recording of his latest song.
“If you’re sure,” John replied.
“I am.” she smiled.
“Well, I’ll be back later, then,” he said.
The drive to Austin was slow and easy. He arrived at the studio and found the band practicing as they seemed to always be doing. He had no idea that at that very time Danny Floyd was leaving his house bent on his mission of destruction.
Once the music started and John got captivated by it he forgot about everything else except the music and the practice of perfecting it. In the mixing room Sandra and Toby worked the mixing board making it perfect.