The first thing Katie noticed when she stepped outside on that autumn day in Pennsylvania was the loud and – sometimes – obnoxious screaming of their son, Isaac. He seemed to be singing some kind of song, but Katie couldn't discern the lyrics for the life of her. The woman stood on the porch with a cup of coffee and watched her son scream at the top of his lungs. Shaking her head, she sighed. "Isaac, it's ten in the morning, you're going to wake the neighbors."

Isaac didn't seem to hear her.

She moved down the length of the porch and leaned over the railing. Under the large maple tree, acoustic guitar in hand, strumming away happily in the breeze was her husband. She could very slightly hear him softly singing over Isaac's screams. Every so often, when Isaac added new words to the song, James would give a soft smile and laugh. "Izzy, the words are wrong," He commented, pausing the music for a moment, laying his arm flat over the strings. "What have I told you about making it big in Hollywood?"

"The less sense you make the better." Isaac answered with a smile and a nod. "Can we sing Momma's song next?"

James looked up, startled slightly by the suggestion. He hadn't released that song, he didn't want to just yet. But when he found out he was going to be a father again, it took every ounce of his self-preservation not to release the song. He saw Katie leaning on the railing on the porch and began to wonder. "You remember Momma's song?" James asked softly, positioning his hands on the guitar to strum.

Isaac nodded and smiled brightly, running along the lawn to the house. "I'll go get it, daddy!"

James set the guitar beside him and smiled, waving Katie over to them. She held out the mug of coffee to him and sat down. "I'll never get tired of your singing," Katie whispered, laying her head against his. "And Isaac…one day he'll be amazing, too."

"No dear, he is amazing." James countered and took the mug, sipping at it. "Ah! Coffee. Tastes great, love."

As Isaac scampered back over to the tree, holding his tiny acoustic guitar, Katie sat up and watched the father son duo. James handed the coffee back to her and picked up his guitar again. "Alright, Isaac, go ahead and sing Momma's song." James strummed a note to get him started, and Isaac followed, repositioning his hands so they were on the right chord.

Isaac began to sing, smiling at his father from across from him. "And when I fall down, she picks me up. And when I cry, she gives me a hug. She's always around, even when I'm down. And she's got plenty of hugs, and never a frown." He was singing rather loudly and very off key, but his hands were playing almost flawlessly. It seemed pretty complicated for a small child of only six. "And when I grow up, I know just what I'll be. I'll be a strong guy, like my daddy. But even still, I want to love someone, but it can't be just anyone. I wanna love a woman like daddy loves mommy."

"He wrote that himself," James answered, seeing his wife's mouth agape. "I told you he was special, but you never believed me. Izzy, tell mommy where you learned how to play the guitar like that."

"I watch daddy play and I copy him." Isaac replied, looking at his mother. "Was it pretty momma, did you like it?"

"I loved it!" Katie shouted, leaning over to kiss her son's cheek. "That was amazing! Why haven't you showed me momma's song before?"

"You were always so happy, but today you're sad. You don't wanna be a momma again, do you?" Isaac questioned.

"Of course I do, baby, I'd love to be a momma again. I did such an amazing job with you, why not try again?" She kissed James' jaw and smiled. "You're a great daddy."

"I know," he answered with a proud smile to his son and wife. "Now, how about names?"

Oneshot. Just some fluff.

Based on a dream I had.