Ealasaid Una-I'm glad too. I like to think Blink's a (almost) perfect gentleman. (I would cry if he's not...but since this is all in my imagination, he is.)

MinnieG-Thank you so much for reviewing! You made my day! I was sad because I didn't think anyone had read the latest chapter and then you reviewed on the last two and said how much you loved them and it made me happy again. I'm also happy you think the one-shots are fun to read. They're a lot of fun to write. When I was doing Spot's nickname, I was like "Everyone uses the idea that his dad called him Spot like a dog or something but I can't see that." Somehow, I see his mom being the mean parent and the reason he got his nickname was because he didn't think things through so he got into a lot of trouble. Glad you think it wasn't awkward and that it fit perfectly. It worked out well in my mind, but sometimes my brain doesn't tell the rest of my body things, so it's nice when it does and things work out. Is it really one of the best one-shots you've ever read? Wow. Hey, can I ask you to do me a favor and read my Newsies/Mighty Ducks crossover? I'd love you forever if you could read it and tell me what you think. (And please feel free to be honest and say if you hate it. I'd just like to know if it's any good or if I need to change something.)

I don't own Blink but I own everyone else. I also don't own the song lyrics. (It's a song my grandma and I sing all the time. It wasn't written until the 1950's or something, but I really like it so I wanted to use it.)

Laura woke up to see the shadow of her 4-year-old daughter Beth Mae standing next to the bed. She sat up and turned on a light, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. Her husband Daniel-or Blink, as he was known to his friends-rolled over and put a hand on her shoulder, mumbling something in his sleep that Laura couldn't hear.
"Mama, I had a bad dream," Beth said, putting her thumb in her mouth. "I dreamed you and Papa left and didn't come back."
Laura carefully watched her daughter's mouth, putting in a hearing aid as she did. "Come here, Bethy. Mama isn't going anywhere." The sound of her own voice still surprised Laura, but when she found out she was having her first child, she and Blink had decided together it might be easier if she could speak to them in English. Her voice sounded like she had stones in her mouth, but the kids never seemed to mind. "Mama's right here."
"Mama, can you sing to me? I want to hear the song your mama sang to you."
"Come here, small one," Laura said, scooping her daughter up and going into the living room. Sitting on a rocking chair with Beth on her lap, Laura started softly singing. "My mama told me something, a little girl should know…"

4-year-old Laura Mae Martin crawled out of bed and crept to her parent's bedroom. Both of her parents were sleeping; Laura could hear her dad snoring. She walked over to the side of the bed her mama slept on.
"Mama? Can I sleep with you?"
Beth Martin slowly opened her eyes to see her only daughter standing at the side of the bed. "What's wrong sweetie? Did you have a bad dream again?"
Laura nodded, wrapping her arms around herself and crept closer to the bed. "I'm scared. I dreamed that wolves came and ate you and Papa."
"Oh honey, there's no wolves in New York."
Laura's lower lip jutted out and started trembling. "I…I'm scared."
Beth climbed out of bed and drew Laura into a hug. "Sweetie, it's okay. Come here, Mama will sing you a song her mama used to sing."
Together, the girls climbed onto a rocking chair and Beth began to sing. "My mama told me something, a little girl should know. And it's all about the Devil and he learned to hate it so."
"Did your mama really sing it to you?" Laura giggled when Beth had finished the song.
"Yes. She learned it from her Auntie Laura…"
"Laura. Just like me!"
"Yes indeed. My mama learned that song from Auntie Laura, who you are named after, and some day I bet you're going to have a daughter and sing her that song when she has a bad dream."
Laura wrinkled her nose. "I don't want to be growed up and have kids. I never want to be married."
"But what if you meet a boy like Papa some day? You say you love Papa. What if the boy you meet is like Papa? Or your cousin Benjy?"
Laura thought about that for a long time. "Okay, I guess if he's like Papa or Benjy then I might love him. But I still don't want to be growed up."
Beth laughed and rubbed her nose against Laura's. "You have a long time before you're grown up, little lady."

Laura was brought back to the present by a shadow falling over her. She looked up to see Blink bending over and kissing their daughter's forehead. He knelt in front of her, putting a hand on her knee. "Is she sleepin now?"
Laura nodded. "She's been asleep for some time now. I was just thinking about my mama."
"Youse still miss her?"
Another nod. "I remember her singing to me when I couldn't sleep. She always told me I would have a daughter and sing her that song. I never wanted to be married with kids."
Blink pretended to look hurt. "Does dat mean youse don't want ta be married ta me? Youse don't want ta raise our children?"
Laura let out a small giggle. "Oh, get on with you. I love you and I love Benjy and Beth."
"Good," said Blink as he kissed her lips. "Den let's put Bethy back ta bed and talk in our own bed." He helped Laura to her feet and together they brought Beth back to her room.
"Sleep tight, sweet girl," Laura whispered, kissing Beth's cheek. "Mama loves you."
Blink put his arm around Laura as she rested her head on his shoulder. They stood in the doorway watching their daughter sleep for a while, before Blink finally pulled Laura back to their room. Back in their own bed, they shared a deep and passionate kiss.
"Ise love you."
"I love you, too."
As she fell back asleep, Laura could feel her mother watching from heaven, smiling down on her daughter.

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