A baby was in the cradle, before the fascinated look of his mother.
"Twinkle twinkle little star, how i wonder what you are." Mabel intoned as she tucked her son up.
"Pouf," Bill huffed as he blew his blond fringe that covered one eye, moving toward the two. "Still singing that?" She nodded "Even when I gave you a more amazing version?"
She laughed.
"This is the normal version, I do not want our son to have nightmares" the same one who looked at his parents with curiosity.
"If you have nightmares now, you will not be afraid later"
"Or he's going to be traumatized for the rest of his life" and he prodded his son's cheek, he let out a very tender laugh.
"I still think mine is better "and started to sing" Suffer, suffer, scream in pain.
"Bill! "Exclaimed, returning to sing Mabel version "Twinkle twinkle little star"
"¿So egocentric, shooting star?" She frowned, Bill made a crooked smile. "Blood is spilling from your brain." he continued. "Zombies gnaw you like a plum. Piercing cries and you succumb.
Mabel had her mouth open, much more when her son seemed to start to fall asleep, closing his eyes to enter a deep sleep.
"Suffer, suffer, scream in pain. You will never breathe again." he finished "Did you see? Always works"
She did not answer him.
"Have sweet dreams" she said to his son, as she placed a tender kiss on her forehead.
"Have sweet nightmares."
Instead, Bill said. She rebuked him, he outlined his characteristic smile. Mabel looked away, inflating her red cheeks. After all, that smile was the one that started everything.
"And shooting star ...?" Initiated "Do you want to try to make little stars tonight? He suggested mischievously, his eyes shining"
Mabel flushed, but did not reject the proposal.