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This will be a compilation of drizzles that I've written for the Prose for Pondering section on Twific Reviews. It's a new segment that I started with BusyMommy that is an attempt to inspire authors to write short little drizzles (between 500-1000 words) based around that week's inspirational quote.
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Drizzle #1
Rated - K
Pairing - E/B
Quote: Music is Love in search of words
Lullaby for Molly
A warm hand caressed the back of my neck unexpectedly, causing me to jump slightly in fright. Whipping the headphones off and slinging them around my neck I glance back to see my beautiful wife smiling serenely down at me. Her hair, a tangled mess looking like she had just awoken.
"Did Molly wake you?" I asked, pulling her tightly against me, my seated body nestled between her still swollen breasts as she caressed the locks at the back of my neck.
"Yes, I got up to feed her, but by the time I went in she'd put herself back to sleep. I guess she's growing up," she sighed. "Maybe now I'll get more than three hours of sleep at a stretch."
It had been four months since she had given birth to our first child and we were still getting accustomed to all the changes that meant for our relationship. She was stubbornly determined to breastfeed exclusively, which usually meant I lucked out on the night feedings even though I sometimes offered.
"What are you doing up? And why are you in here with your headphones on?" Leaning down, she kissed the top of my head before pulling back to look at me properly.
"I was feeling inspired, so I came in here to work for a while and I didn't want to wake you." Ever since we had purchased my beautiful piano I hadn't used the old keyboard that I had to play on before we had money for the real thing.
"Inspired? What are you writing?" she asked, peering down at the composition paper laid before me haphazardly.
"A lullaby for Molly." Blushing furiously at my admission of dedicating a piece of music to our auburn haired child who couldn't even speak, yet had me firmly wrapped around her little finger.
"Play some of it for me?" Bella pled, running her hands down my torso as she turned me back towards the keyboard, urging me to play the song that was filled with not only my pure adoration and respect for my amazing wife, but also with the innocent love that occupied my heart now that Molly had entered our lives.
Unplugging my headphones, I turn the volume down, testing the sound before beginning the portion that I'd written. The achingly sweet melody poured out of the speakers as my hands continued to fly along the keys. When I'd at last come to the end of what I'd written, I spun on the low stool, glancing up to see what Bella thought of the piece so far. I was surprised to see tears trickling down her cheeks with a grin as broad as her mouth would allow.
"Oh Edward," she gasped, pulling her hands up over her mouth to contain the sob she barely held back. "It was magical. She's going to love it almost as much as she loves her daddy."
With Bella's encouragement I stayed up well into the night to complete the song that would forever be an ode to the second love of my life. My baby girl, Molly.
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