L: Lullaby
Paige sighed softly as she rolled over, her arm falling onto the empty side of the bed beside her. "Walter?" she asked aloud as she sat up. She left the room, noticing the light on in the nursery down the hallway.
She slowly walked to the room, pausing when she heard a voice singing behind the door. She couldn't help smiling as she pushed the door open quietly and spotted Walter walking the room with their newborn daughter singing a soft song.
Oft, in dreams I wander
To that cot again.
I feel her arms a-huggin' me
As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a hummin'
To me as in days of yore,
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.
He turned, falling silent when he saw her. "It's uh… it's an Irish lullaby my mother used to sing to Megan and I when we were ill." He put the sleeping baby back into her crib before looking back at Paige. "I heard crying and you were asleep… you need your rest so… it's the only song I know to sing to a baby."
She smiled up at him. "Bing Crosby recorded it in '44. I've heard of it," she said before she stepped forward to look in the crib, leaning her head against his shoulder as they whispered the chorus together.
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra, Too-ra loo-ra li,
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra, Hush now don't you cry.
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra, Too-ra loo-ra li,
Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra, That's an Irish lullaby.