Okay, I saw this movie and was blown away! So for the past couple weeks I've been going through the fanfiction and decided to write one of my own.
Disclaimer: I own what you don't recognize.
Finally, peace and quiet. The silence rang through the room. The once time he could do his work and not be distracted. But for some reason, he couldn't settle down. With all the peace and quiet, he was distracted by his own thoughts. Sighing, he packed up his papers and tidied up his desk. Standing up and yawning boredly while stretching out his stiff muscles he made his way towards the open door at the end of the miniature hallway. Silently, he leaned against the door, observing the tiny sleeping body on the bed.
George Winston Kirk, his son.
Staring at the little chest rising and falling, he thought back to the day he was born…