Lullaby
Stanley had fallen asleep with his head in Zero's lap. Zero gently stroked the boy's hair as he gazed down at him with soft eyes. Unconsciously and quietly, he began to sing his mother's favorite song.
If only, if only, the moon speaks no reply,
Reflecting the sun and all that's gone by
Be strong, my weary wolf, turn around boldly,
Fly high, my baby bird,
My angel, my only.
He let his voice linger over the last four words, his fingers settling on Stanley's cheek.
"You have a beautiful voice," Stanley murmured, half-asleep.
Zero blushed and looked away.
