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likely_evil) wrote2009-05-09 12:19 pm
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15_song_titles: Wonderful World
It was the middle of the night when Michael started to cry. Sam groaned, hiding deeper in his pillows. Bela nudged at his shoulder. "It's your turn."
"I went last time," came the muffled response.
"No, you slept through last time," Bela pointed out, sitting up. "Come on, Sam..."
Sam pushed himself up on his elbow, half turning to face her. "How can I sleep through this?"
"Your brother sleeps through it all the time when he's here. It's genetic." She just gave him that look she did when she knew she was right and didn't see the point in him arguing. "Will you go already?!"
Sam growled and got out of bed, tossing the blankets back onto her as he stumbled out of the room in only his sweatpants and went into Michael's bedroom.
The two month old was so tiny in the crib, a bundle blanket and pillows positioned to keep him from rolling around. His face was red from crying, so Sam reached in and picked his son up.
"'We could hire a nanny', she said. 'No, we can do this on our own', I said. Why does she listen to me sometimes?" he muttered, checking Michael's diaper. He put the baby against his shoulder, rubbing his back while rocking him back and forth.
"Come on, Michael. Work with me here. I'm still new at this and you don't come with an instruction manual..." Sam made his way into the kitchen, fishing for a bottle and putting it in the bottle warmer. After a moment he went to try and feed it to Michael, but he jerked his head away, still crying.
"Seriously? You're not wet, you're not sleeping, so you have to be hungry. You're too young to have any other mode yet," Sam whimpered, putting the bottle down and leaning against the counter. "Are are you like your mother? You can have everything but none of it makes you happy?" he snarked, his head hitting the cabinets while he patted Michael's back.
Finally he just went into the living room and sat in the rocking chair, then fumbled with the controller for the radio. At least he could drown out the crying with some music.
I see skies of blue..... clouds of white
Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.
The melody of Louis Armstrong drifted over them as Sam worked to rock them both. Michael started to calm, his head moving to rest right under Sam's chin.
I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow
They'll learn much more.....than I'll never know
He found himself singing softly, and he smiled a bit, glad to finally found something to calm his son down. Sam knew he wasn't anywhere near being a good singer, but if Michael liked it, he'd try.
Yes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world.
When Sam didn't return to bed after Michael stopped crying, she wrapped her robe around her and went looking for them. She knew Sam wouldn't kill their kid, but it was safer to just make sure.
Hearing the music in the living room got her attention, and when she went in, she couldn't help but smile at the picture before her. Father and son were both fast asleep in the rocker, Sam's hand protectively holding his son against his chest. Not wanting to disturb them, she took the blanket off the couch and walked over, laying it over both of them. She then leaned down and kissed both their cheeks and smoothing Sam's hair before going back to sleep. The Louis Armstrong cd was still on repeat as she left, and she smiled as she took one last look back at the image.
Yes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world.
"I went last time," came the muffled response.
"No, you slept through last time," Bela pointed out, sitting up. "Come on, Sam..."
Sam pushed himself up on his elbow, half turning to face her. "How can I sleep through this?"
"Your brother sleeps through it all the time when he's here. It's genetic." She just gave him that look she did when she knew she was right and didn't see the point in him arguing. "Will you go already?!"
Sam growled and got out of bed, tossing the blankets back onto her as he stumbled out of the room in only his sweatpants and went into Michael's bedroom.
The two month old was so tiny in the crib, a bundle blanket and pillows positioned to keep him from rolling around. His face was red from crying, so Sam reached in and picked his son up.
"'We could hire a nanny', she said. 'No, we can do this on our own', I said. Why does she listen to me sometimes?" he muttered, checking Michael's diaper. He put the baby against his shoulder, rubbing his back while rocking him back and forth.
"Come on, Michael. Work with me here. I'm still new at this and you don't come with an instruction manual..." Sam made his way into the kitchen, fishing for a bottle and putting it in the bottle warmer. After a moment he went to try and feed it to Michael, but he jerked his head away, still crying.
"Seriously? You're not wet, you're not sleeping, so you have to be hungry. You're too young to have any other mode yet," Sam whimpered, putting the bottle down and leaning against the counter. "Are are you like your mother? You can have everything but none of it makes you happy?" he snarked, his head hitting the cabinets while he patted Michael's back.
Finally he just went into the living room and sat in the rocking chair, then fumbled with the controller for the radio. At least he could drown out the crying with some music.
I see skies of blue..... clouds of white
Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.
The melody of Louis Armstrong drifted over them as Sam worked to rock them both. Michael started to calm, his head moving to rest right under Sam's chin.
I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow
They'll learn much more.....than I'll never know
He found himself singing softly, and he smiled a bit, glad to finally found something to calm his son down. Sam knew he wasn't anywhere near being a good singer, but if Michael liked it, he'd try.
Yes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world.
When Sam didn't return to bed after Michael stopped crying, she wrapped her robe around her and went looking for them. She knew Sam wouldn't kill their kid, but it was safer to just make sure.
Hearing the music in the living room got her attention, and when she went in, she couldn't help but smile at the picture before her. Father and son were both fast asleep in the rocker, Sam's hand protectively holding his son against his chest. Not wanting to disturb them, she took the blanket off the couch and walked over, laying it over both of them. She then leaned down and kissed both their cheeks and smoothing Sam's hair before going back to sleep. The Louis Armstrong cd was still on repeat as she left, and she smiled as she took one last look back at the image.
Yes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world.