Noir: Heaven
"Oh yeah, yeah…
You smile, you smile, oh and then the spell has past.
And here we are in heaven,
For you are mine,
At last."
"At last", Ella Fitzgerald
The bar is quiet, except for the sound of the record player and the baby. She is crying in her daddy's bouncing arms and nothing is able to clam her. Nobody minds, they are all too worried to mind, they all try various way to calm her. Funny faces and sounds, but nothing seems to work and he feels like a failure.
She should be here.
And as if she heard her baby's girl's cry, she is.
She walks in from the street, her arms full of bags. Jack and Cameron grab them from her in an instant, ever since the surgery they have gone Neanderthal on her, but today she doesn't care as she heads straight for her daughter.
Smiling, she grabs the crying ball of pink and smoothes a hand over the small forehead. Her tiny pearl. The baby pauses but then continues crying. They tell her nothing has worked. He looks at her with failure in his eyes. She leans over and kisses him softly. It wasn't his fault. Babies cry. Her own mother had told her she had been louder than a foghorn. Only one thing had calmed her. She has a feeling it is the same for this precious bundle of powder smelling love.
It is instinct. She begins to sing softly. A lullaby hidden in song. '
They all grow quite around her. Except for him, TC and Jack none have ever heard her sing before. And except for him none have heard this voice.
She sings and the bar has grown quite. The song on the player is ending, and her daughter is now silent. She looks up and meets his eyes. He cups her cheek with a gentle, loving smile; she sneaks a kiss to his wrist before he bends to kiss their daughter, who grows sleepy in her mother's arms. She ends the song.
"At last…"
Fin.
And that's it for Noir. Many thanks to all that have stuck with me through this series. Who would have thought that tiny, experimental vignette would turn into this! Again thanks to all, for the continuous support hugs