Thanks so much for the reviews from 24QueenMo, ps9906, Mylee, Felicia Baca, and Melissa630. I can't thank you all enough for all your feedback and support!:)

All words in italics(excluding the music lyrics) are the person's thoughts. Just wanted to point that out.:)

On with the story!:)

Goodnight

Part 2

Her hair was pressed against her face, her eyes were red with anger
Enraged by things unsaid and empty beds and bad behavior
Something's gotta change
It must be rearranged, oh

Katie Frayne was mad at the world. She was irritated at the birds outside in the trees for chirping a little end-of-spring tune. She was annoyed by the bright sunlight streaming through her window, the oven timer buzzing, and the size of her 9 month pregnant belly.

Her back was too sore to do the simple tasks of doing laundry and changing the sheets on the beds. Katie had just finished tucking in the quilt on the master bed before laying her swollen, achy body on the cushiony mattress.

Watching the ceiling fan whirl around and around, she slowly let out a sigh. She wasn't truly mad at the whole world. She was just angry with fate, who had taken her beloved husband away from her just eight months before.

Oh Win! Why did you have to go? Katie choked back a sob. A shot of pain raced through her body.

"I wish you could have met your father, little baby." Katie spoke softly to her unborn child, resting a gentle hand on her outstretched stomach. "Your daddy was very smart. He was always top of his class, but he was always so modest about it." Katie chuckled, "Well, sometimes…"

Another flash of pain stabbed her. Katie ignored it as she continued to speak to her child. "Your dad was very funny, and had a stubborn streak a mile wide. He also had a bit of a temper on him, but he couldn't control that. The red hair made him do it."

Katie laughed as she rested her head back on the pillows. "But your daddy was always such a sweetheart to me. We had become good friends before we started dating. I remember how on our very first date, he gave me a dozen pink roses. He said that the roses reminded him of me; soft, sweet, and gentle all around, but could still defend herself with the thorns. Roses have been my favorite flower ever since."

Katie sighed happily as she let her mind drift back into memory land, disregarding the growing pain in her body. "Your older brother is a carbon copy of your father, both in personality and in looks. Jimmy does so well in school, and he's very mature for his age. He has so much potential to become whatever he puts his mind to. My little Jimmy makes me proud every day. Although he's not so little anymore, now is he?"

A wave of sadness washed through her. "Jimmy has had to grow up a lot in the last couple months. I wish that he could have kept his childhood innocence for a little while longer." A tear escaped down her cheek. "I wish I could bring my babies their daddy back."

A blinding burst of pain exploded through her then, causing Katie to audibly suck in her breath. Oh no!! It's not happening now is it?! Oh Win! I need you! She slowly raised herself into an upright sitting position and reached for the cordless phone on the bedside table.

Shaky fingers dialing the familiar number, it only rang twice before her neighbor answered, "Helen, can you give me a ride to the hospital? The baby's coming!"

I'm sorry, I did not mean to hurt my little girl
It's beyond me, I cannot carry the weight of the heavy world
So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, hope that things work out all right, yeah
Whoa

Win Frayne had been watching his loved ones from his home in the clouds for nearly a year now. Sometimes he would watch from up above, in the large golden gazebo overlooking the Milky Way.

Up in his new home, Win was in the company of Danielle Regan, the young woman who had greeted him when he had first arrived. Back on Earth, Win had known Danielle's brother and son, Bill and Dan.

The two watched over their friends and family in Sleepyside, although they couldn't contact them in any way. They could however go down to Earth and follow the living around, going places with them, or when they thought that those down on Earth needed them the most.

Ever since she was born, Win had been watching over his baby daughter, Julie. He had been with his wife when she gave birth, was sitting in the backseat when Katie drove Julie home from the hospital. And every night, he would stand over Julie, listening to her quiet, even breathing, listening to her heart beating softly.

She looks more like an angel than I do Win thought with a sad chuckle, wanting nothing more than to scoop her into his arms and hold her forever. He looked into her innocent face, and felt a sharp pang of guilt. This sweet child didn't have a father to hold her, and tell her that things would work out alright.

"I'm so sorry, Julie." Win whispered softly.

After a little while the infant began to wail. To Win Frayne's surprise, it was his 10 year old son Jim who came rushing in and picked up the baby. Win sat back on the window seat and watched as the boy gently rocked his sister back and forth, whispering soothing words to quiet her cries.

His tall, still boyish frame slowly swayed in the soft light of the lamp as Julie's cries turned to whimpers. Win studied his son's face. He saw the fatigue that left darkened circles under his eyes.

Jim's wide impish grin that Win had remembered had been transformed into a twitch on the side of his mouth as the boy's clouded dark green eyes watched Julie's twinkling aquamarine orbs slowly close.

Gently, Jim placed Julie back in the crib and silently backed out of the room. Jim is playing the part of the adult, when he is merely a child himself! Win thought, a mixture of guilt and pride welling in his chest.

A crash came from the hallway. Win raced out of the room to find Jim picking himself off the floor, clutching his arm and grimacing in pain. Win had never felt so helpless as he followed his son back into his bedroom.

"I can't bother Mom with this. I just can't." Win heard Jim whisper to himself fiercely, his voice tight in suppressed pain. "Oh Jim, my son," Win whispered back, knowing that Jim couldn't hear him.

Win cast an unfelt arm around the boy's shoulders. "I did not mean to hurt you. I'm sorry…"

I don't own these charactors, these lyrics or the band who sings these lyrics. Obviously.

The line 'weight of a heavy world' in the chorus of the song is what inspired Goodnight, what with it being so close to the title of the short story in Bittersweet, 'Weight of the World'.

Review please!:)