Hi Humans…
This is a little oneshot I just came up with about how Miss Peregrine is still a mother to her children even though she isn't their birth mother. It happens when Bronwyn has a nightmare about Victor, and the song is 'The Place Where Lost Things Go' from Mary Poppins returns (even though it's a bit long) except I've changed the motherly words to brotherly words. It's a bit fluffy as well. Please Review and Enjoy!
Love you, Mummy:
Miss P rocked the sobbing strong girl gently in her lap, rubbing her back and trying to soothe her. It was a miracle that Bronwyn hadn't woken up Claire, who was sleeping among all her fluffy pink blankets on her pink bed among her many teddies, many of whom were adorned with something pink.
"It's okay." Miss P murmured as Bronwyn's sobbing started to quieten down slightly, leaving the half-awake girl with tearstains all over her blue nightie and puffy red eyes. "What's wrong?"
"I-I miss Victor." Bronwyn sniffled, wiping her eyes with the bottom of her nightie, "I had a nightmare about him, and it was really really scary."
"Hmm." Miss P replied, "Shall I sing a lullabye to help you get back to sleep?"
Bronwyn nodded, shuffled off the ymbrine's lap and snuggled under the duvet.
"Do you ever lie
Awake at night?
Just between the dark
And the morning light
Searching for the things
You used to know
Looking for the place
Where the lost things go
Do you ever dream
Or reminisce?
Wondering where to find
What you truly miss
Well maybe all those things
That you love so
Are waiting in the place
Where the lost things go
Memories you've shed
Gone for good you feared
They're all around you still
Though they've disappeared
Nothing's really left
Or lost without a trace
Nothing's gone forever
Only out of place
So maybe now the dish
And my best spoon
Are playing hide and seek
Just behind the moon
Waiting there until
It's time to show
Spring is like that now
Far beneath the snow
Hiding in the place
Where the lost things go
Time to close your eyes
So sleep can come around
For when you dream you'll find
All that's lost is found
Maybe on the moon
Or maybe somewhere new
Maybe all you're missing lives inside of you
So when you need his hugs
And loving gaze
Gone but not forgotten
Is the perfect phrase
Smiling from a star
That he makes glow
Trust he's always there
Watching as you grow
Find him in the place
Where the lost things go."
By the time Miss Peregrine had finished singing, Bronwyn seemed to be fast asleep. Miss Peregrine smiled and stroked the back of Bronwyn's hand, then stopped in surprise as she felt the tiny hand close gently around hers.
"Love you, Mummy." The little girl murmured sleepily.
Miss P smiled and left the room. As she was walking back to her own bedroom, the ymbrine felt a warm glow in her heart. All though she didn't give birth to any of the children under her care, she was, indeed, a mother.