Sweet Lullaby

Thunder exploded outside the window, jerking the young woman into consciousness. Out of habit, she forced herself to stay awake, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. The slightest sound forced her to wake up nowadays, and she expected in just a few moments to hear a loud, shrill cry from beside her bed.

As soon as she swung her legs over the edge and stood, that shill cry pierced the air, and she scurried silently over to the bassinet, leaning down and scooping the little infant into her arms.

"Shush, my baby," she whispered, cradling the infant in her thin arms. Thunder cracked again and she winced as the newborn cried even louder.

Not wanting to wake her husband, she slid out of the room and tip-toed her way down the stairs and into the living room. The rain was slapping against the windows full-force and lightning flashed, lighting up the entire room for a second.

She leaned down against a rocking chair, falling into the seat gently. She held the infant against her chest, rocking back and forth slowly, humming gently. She was tired, and achy, and she felt as if she hadn't seen her husband in weeks. This new little life form consumed all her time since he was born just weeks earlier.

"I can already tell that you're going to be interesting to raise," she whispered in amusement. She thought of the bizarre life she lived, and the bizarre one he would probably be assimilated into later in life.

The thunder had died down, thankfully, and now the rain was just softly hitting the window. The young woman cradled her baby once more and looked down at his tiny figure. She touched the black hair that made him look so much like his father; and his wide eyes, another trait from his father. She felt as if she didn't see much of herself in there, even if her DNA was in there somewhere.

He had calmed down somewhat and looked up at her with watery eyes, sniffling and yawning. He was a good baby, she had to admit. Although he did cry, he didn't cry much, and she was normally able to get a good five or six hours of sleep in before he woke up…

The storm had finally passed. She awoke with a start, her arms still clutching her baby. She looked down at him, panicked. She had drifted off momentarily in her thoughts, but a moment was long enough for something catastrophic to happen to an infant.

Thankfully, he was sleeping soundly against her arm, his little eyes closed.

Yawning, the young woman pushed her red hair behind her ears and stood up, stretching her back as she held her little baby. Gently rocking him, she crouched down and picked up the little blanket that had fallen off of him, neatly stitched with his name. Daniel Fenton. What a perfect name for such a perfect being.

"Good night, Danny," Maddie whispered as she went back up the stairs, the rain still crawling down the windows gently.


This was originally supposed to be Sam with her baby, but I decided to change it and make it Maddie. I was going to introduce her earlier, but then I decided to see how ambiguous I could make it so it wasn't clear just who it was. Haha. This was partly inspired by the "River Lullaby" from the Prince of Egypt, and all the babies and mothers I saw in Disney World this past week.