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-Bumblebee93

Disclaimer: Don't own Degrassi. But I own Jane, Sarah, and Danny. Don't own it won't be like this for long, either. Though I recommend the song and the artist (: Don't own any story lines quoted either.

Also. It sounds weird, but listen to Rockabye baby (Jim Brickman's Version) while you read this. (:

It won't be like this for long
One day we'll look back laughin'
At the week we brought her home
This phase is gonna fly by
So baby just hold on
'Cause it won't be like this for long

It won't be like this for long; Darius Rucker.

PS: Jane is first introduced in either Phone-call memories or Glitter in the Air

Eli~

"Shhhh…come on Janie. Please stop crying. Mommy and Daddy are tired." He heard Clare's voice crack as she fought back tears of frustration. Jane Marie Goldsworthy had been home for less than 48 hours, and already her parents had given up hope.

The dynamic duo of Clare and Eli, had given up on the idea of alternating diaper duty. When the baby cried, whoever woke up was the one to take care of her. It had been over an hour since Jane had woken Clare up, and Eli still hadn't managed to fall back to sleep. His dark black hair stood up in every other direction, and he had dark bags underneath his green eyes.

Glancing at the clock, he groaned. 5:30. Deciding to go relieve Clare of her maternal duties, he slipped into his bath robe and padded across the hallway to the babies nursery.

"Hand the kid over," he whispered quietly, shaping his arms into a cradle.

"Eli are you sure? I can handle this. You have work today, go ahead and go back to bed," she replied, rubbing the back of the newborn on her shoulder.

Ordinarily Eli would gladly accept her offer, but when he looked at Clare he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Motherhood suited her well, but it didn't hide her exhaustion. Her smooth cinnamon curls were tangled together in knots that would take forever to get out, and her eyelids drooped, as though she might fall asleep standing up.

"Yes. I'm sure. I'd have to get up in an hour anyways. You have a harder job than I do and it wouldn't be good if you were asleep. "he added gesturing to the baby.

"Thank you," Clare whispered she couldn't have looked more grateful.

"No problem. Now go back to bed. I'll wake you up when I leave," he replied, gently taking the tiny pink bundle from her. Hearing the door shut, he carefully sat down in the old rocker that Cece had given him and Clare upon finding out they were pregnant.

Rocking back and forth, he watched the little girl buried beneath the blankets. If he hadn't been there to see her birth, he'd have sworn that she wasn't his. There was no way, that he could have helped create such a beautiful little person.

As he held her, the wails she was releasing slowly calmed to the point where they were small gasps, and sniffles. Smirking he watched the little girl open her eyes and stare up at him in awe. She had his eyes. In all honesty he'd always hoped that the children he and Clare had, would have her blue eyes. She always hoped the exact opposite.

Lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed the tiny hand that poked out from the fleece blanket, grasping at his finger. It wasn't until a frustrated whimper echoed through the room that he realized what was happening. Shifting the baby to just one arm, he moved his free hand to where Jane could reach. He couldn't help but gasp, as her tiny warm hand wrapped around his pointer finger. It was at that moment, he realized he was a dad.

In a couple of years, he'd be taking her to concerts with him and Adam. Clare would argue against it, but give in. He'd be teaching her to ride a bike, to drive a car. He'd be there to wipe away her tears, he'd be her favorite guy. A knot began to form in his throat at the thought of that. Get it together Goldsworthy! That's not happening for a very. VERY. Long time.

As the time passed, the grip that his daughter had on his finger slowly began to release, until it stopped all together, and her hand went slack. He sat there for a few moments longer, watching her dream.

"I'll always be there for you Janie. No matter what you do, no matter how stubborn you act, or even if you run away. I'll always be right there waiting to take you home," he murmured quietly as he set the sleeping infant in the white wicker bassinette. Laying a blanket on top of her, he smiled.

"I'll love you forever, I'll love you for always, as long as I'm living my baby you'll be," He knew quoting a children's book would make him sound like a cornball, but those words couldn't have been more true.

So… TA-DA (: Remember no input no update. (: