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~Dragon takes and "water is wide." Pirate's sail and lost boys fly. Fish bight moon beams every night. And I love you. ~
Hermione stood at the door of her son's room. She and Ron had been married for 6 years and had just had their first child 4 months ago. They had named him David, David Arthur Weasley after her father, David, and Ron's father. She and Ron adored him. Ron was insanely protective as was she. Ron played with him and just generally doted on him.
They had talked about having children before she got pregnant. They had agreed that they wanted 3 or 4. Even though they had thought about what a child would be like, nothing could have prepared them for the love they felt for David. He was their morning and evening star, the reason they got up in the morning and the reason they couldn't get to sleep at night.
~Godspeed little man, Sweet dreams little man. Oh my love will fly to you each night on angel's wings. Godspeed, Sweet dreams. ~
Hermione fell onto the couch in exhaustion. They had just gotten done cleaning up after David's 2 Birthday party, well that is, she had just gotten done cleaning up for it. She looked around at her now, semi-normal, living room. She looked up at the mantle. In the middle was a large, framed painting of the three of them. Ginny, who was a very talented artist, had given it to them for Christmas. It showed them all playing out in the snow at the cabin that they whole Weasley-Potter family, and all their entourage, spent Christmas. She loved that picture.
Her eyes wandered to the photograph of David and Ron sleeping on that very same couch. She looked over at them and noticed they were in almost the same position. Ron was splayed on the loveseat with his long legs draped over the side. 2-year-old David was curled up on his chest.
~The rocket racer's all tuckered out. Superman's in pajamas on the couch. Goodnight moon, We'll find the mouse. And I love you. ~
A tear slid down her face. Those two figures sleeping in front of her signified her whole existence. She loved them so much that she could hardly stand it. They were all she had and she would do anything for them.
~ Godspeed little man, Sweet dreams little man. Oh my love will fly to you each night on angel's wings. Godspeed, sweet dreams. ~
Her mind drifted into dreaming and she saw David, kneeling down in front of his bed. His hands clasped together, head bowed. He was whispering a prayer. "Thank you for mummy and daddy, thanks that The Cannons finally won the cup and that I was there," she remembered. His sweet, tiny little voice thanking God for the game they'd just seen.
~God bless mommy and matchbox cars. God bless dad and thanks for the stars. God hears "Amen," wherever we are. And I love you. ~
She awoke as Ron shook her shoulders gently. "Hermione, we better get to bed. I'll get David, can you get his bear-bear?" he whispered. She nodded and got up, following Ron to David's room. Ron eased him under his covers. Brushing away his curly, brown bangs. 'He looked so much like Ron if it wasn't for the hair,' she thought to herself. She kissed him and sung quietly in his ears:
~ Godspeed little man, Sweet dreams little man. Oh my love will fly to you each night, On angel's wings. Godspeed, sweet dreams. ~
A/N- Did you like it? I love this song so I wanted to make a fanfic. I think it's sweet but that might just be me. R&R!
~Dragon takes and "water is wide." Pirate's sail and lost boys fly. Fish bight moon beams every night. And I love you. ~
Hermione stood at the door of her son's room. She and Ron had been married for 6 years and had just had their first child 4 months ago. They had named him David, David Arthur Weasley after her father, David, and Ron's father. She and Ron adored him. Ron was insanely protective as was she. Ron played with him and just generally doted on him.
They had talked about having children before she got pregnant. They had agreed that they wanted 3 or 4. Even though they had thought about what a child would be like, nothing could have prepared them for the love they felt for David. He was their morning and evening star, the reason they got up in the morning and the reason they couldn't get to sleep at night.
~Godspeed little man, Sweet dreams little man. Oh my love will fly to you each night on angel's wings. Godspeed, Sweet dreams. ~
Hermione fell onto the couch in exhaustion. They had just gotten done cleaning up after David's 2 Birthday party, well that is, she had just gotten done cleaning up for it. She looked around at her now, semi-normal, living room. She looked up at the mantle. In the middle was a large, framed painting of the three of them. Ginny, who was a very talented artist, had given it to them for Christmas. It showed them all playing out in the snow at the cabin that they whole Weasley-Potter family, and all their entourage, spent Christmas. She loved that picture.
Her eyes wandered to the photograph of David and Ron sleeping on that very same couch. She looked over at them and noticed they were in almost the same position. Ron was splayed on the loveseat with his long legs draped over the side. 2-year-old David was curled up on his chest.
~The rocket racer's all tuckered out. Superman's in pajamas on the couch. Goodnight moon, We'll find the mouse. And I love you. ~
A tear slid down her face. Those two figures sleeping in front of her signified her whole existence. She loved them so much that she could hardly stand it. They were all she had and she would do anything for them.
~ Godspeed little man, Sweet dreams little man. Oh my love will fly to you each night on angel's wings. Godspeed, sweet dreams. ~
Her mind drifted into dreaming and she saw David, kneeling down in front of his bed. His hands clasped together, head bowed. He was whispering a prayer. "Thank you for mummy and daddy, thanks that The Cannons finally won the cup and that I was there," she remembered. His sweet, tiny little voice thanking God for the game they'd just seen.
~God bless mommy and matchbox cars. God bless dad and thanks for the stars. God hears "Amen," wherever we are. And I love you. ~
She awoke as Ron shook her shoulders gently. "Hermione, we better get to bed. I'll get David, can you get his bear-bear?" he whispered. She nodded and got up, following Ron to David's room. Ron eased him under his covers. Brushing away his curly, brown bangs. 'He looked so much like Ron if it wasn't for the hair,' she thought to herself. She kissed him and sung quietly in his ears:
~ Godspeed little man, Sweet dreams little man. Oh my love will fly to you each night, On angel's wings. Godspeed, sweet dreams. ~
A/N- Did you like it? I love this song so I wanted to make a fanfic. I think it's sweet but that might just be me. R&R!