Chapter 10: Lullaby
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Her voice was so pretty.
Perhaps not what one would call perfect, but all the more lovely to him even with a minor flaw or two. Smooth, sweet, and golden as honey, softly tinged with something so loving and motherly that he could neither place nor describe it. Betty didn't sing often, but when she did, Simon never took it for granted.
He rolled over in his sleeping bag, hesitant to leave its warmth, then blinked the lingering sleep from his weighted eyelids and sat up to look over at the source of the gentle melody. Betty had moved several paces away from their makeshift campsite, having wanted to keep from disturbing the others' rest. Little Peter was cradled in her arms, fussing while she gently walked back and rocked him, still singing in an attempt to calm him down. Simon remained still for a moment, just watching and listening to her from afar.
"…when the blazing sun is gone, when he nothing shines upon, then you show your little light, twinkle twinkle all the night…"
Soon, Peter's soft fretting grew faint, his milky eyes blinking away tears as he stared up at his mother's face. The crying had faded into a few sniffles, then entirely vanished. Betty let out a relieved, gentle breath, then slowly sank down to sit on a fallen log and rest her exhausted body. Silence reigned over them all for a long moment, seeming to crystallize the crisp night air and causing Simon to catch his breath for fear or disturbing it. There wasn't so much as a wisp of a mournful wind to rustle the branches of the trees, and the crickets of summer had long since been silenced by war. It was, in a way, sacred.
Movement broke the spell, the motion of Betty's hand being somehow jarring despite how slow and mild it was. She brushed her finger against her sleeping son's cheek with a feather's touch, a tender, tired smile gracing her weary face. Snapping out of his own trance and taking great care to not wake Marceline, Simon got up and tiptoed cautiously around their sleeping camp, rolling out the stiffness in his shoulders as he went over.
Betty visibly flushed when she realized that he was up and had likely been listening the whole time, but didn't let her slight embarrassment get the best of her. Greeting him with a silent smile and a finger pressed over her lips, Betty scooted over to make room for him to sit down next to her. Peter was still in her arms, the faint, sighing noises of his peaceful breathing being very much reassuring.
Letting out a soft sigh, Betty leaned into Simon's shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her, both of them relishing in the quiet, calm closeness.