Written for Raevyn, without whom I would not be a mother.

Rowena laughed as she chased her hyperactive son around the backyard she had made for him. This private little oasis of her own creation housed some of her best memories. Her son ran around her, giggling wildly.

"Come here, baby." She called, opening her arms to him.

Crowley ran excitedly toward her, and she swept him into a loving embrace. She kissed him on the forehead as he stared up at her with milk chocolate brown eyes.

"You ready for snack time, baby boy?"

"Yeah!" He laughed. She carried him back to the nursery and got him a bottle and animal crackers, watching him eat and seeing his eyelids begin to droop. When he finished, she picked him up.

"It's nap time, Fergus." She said.

"NO!" He said, "No nap, Mummy!"

"Yes nap. Yes nap because all little boys need to go night-night."

"Nooooooo." He said, fighting back a yawn.

"Yes. But come on, we'll have story time first."

Fergus ran over to the shelf and pulled out his favorite story: "Love You Forever" by Robert Munch. She pulled him into her lap and began to read, watching his face light up and smile, and then slowly begin to close as the story finished up. When he was almost out she put the book away, Then, She looked him in the eye, and spoke the words she had said a million times.

"Ooh, love, no one's ever gonna hurt you, love.

I'm gonna give you all of my love.

Nobody matters like you.

Your life ain't gon' be nothing like my life.

You're gonna grow and have a good life.

I'm gonna do what I've got to do."

She finished the lullaby and gently laid him down in his crib, feeling his body heat escape through her fingers, And felt herself smiling. Crowley gazed up at her with sleepy eyes, looking at her innocently and trustingly. She gently slid a pacifier between his waiting lips and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Goodnight my sweet wee boy." She said, smiling.

"Night night Mummy." Came the quiet, whispered reply.

Rowena grinned as she took her usual position and sat in the rocking chair in the corner of the nursery, content to watch her baby sleep and dream until it was time for him to wake up.