A/N: Well, here's the next mother in the line-up! Enjoy! :) Also, special thanks to sherry15, Hummingbird2, SpirkTrekker42, FreeFamily, and Madam Chainsaw for the reviews on the first one-shot/chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek…. If I did, there would d be a lot of yaoi, more embarrassing mother, and a bunch of other awesome crap. XD OH! Also, if I owned it, I would have convinced the reboot cast to have done a TV series already, and also come up with a TV series already for them to be in. XP
Disclaimer #2: I also do not own the song. The song is written by James Taylor.
Shrill, weeping wails would fill the recently quiet country home. Also, if one tried hard enough, they may have been able to hear the grunt issue from someone that was, likely, female before the sound of footsteps padding down a hall began.
"Jimmy, baby, what is it? It's two in the morning…." Winona questioned as she entered the nursery of her youngest son and the only light to guide her way was that coming from the hall. Her only response from the one-month old, however, was just another cry before the woman would slump over herself before moving over to the crib and carefully scooping the little boy into her arms. "I don't understand it. Literally, just ten minutes ago, I gave you a bottle, burped you, and ya let me leave the room without a single peep. What else more could you want?"
Again, her only response was more crying from the little boy, so the only reply she could truly give in return was a sigh while beginning to walk about the room and creating a gentle rocking motion with her arms. Soon enough, in her third rotation of walking in a circle around the room, her foot hooked under the crib a bit. The blonde woman was shocked. Not shocked by the fact she almost tripped—though that did surprise her—no. Winona was shocked by the fact her foot had hit something beneath the crib, and that something gave a sort of hollow, vibrating sound.
For a complete minutes seemingly, the hazel-eyed woman was still. But, once that moment was completely she slowly placed her crying, little infant back into the crib, moved over to a corner of the room and dragged a rocking chair over, sitting upon the same said chair, and then proceeding to lean over and pull a good, old-fashion acoustic guitar out from its hidden confines beneath the crib.
"You see this guitar, Jimmy? This guitar, right here, was hand-made by my grandpa. Which, baby boy, means this guitar right here was made by your Papa James' daddy." The blonde paused, looking down to the guitar as the baby continued to cry. She knew her youngest boy couldn't understand, but she soon continued speaking, "For our wedding, your Papa James, my daddy, gave this to your daddy, baby boy. You dad liked to play music a lot more than I do, which is why I say it was a gift for him, but there is one song I know. In fact, it's the one your great-grandpa played for mommy's dad." With that, Winona turned her eyes down to the guitar strings to make sure she positioned her fingers properly before beginning to strum the cords.
"There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range. His horse and his cattle are his only companions.
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons, waiting for summer, his pastures to change."
The young on in the crib continued to cry, but the cries were softening slowly. Turning to whimper and sniffles and little, half-hiccuped inhales and exhales.
"And as the moon rises he sits by his fire, thinking about women and glasses of beer.
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire, he sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
as if maybe someone could hear..."
The little blonde, though still pretty much bald, blue-eyed baby boy quieted down completely, staring at his mother with as much attention a one-month old could old. A small yawn causing he babe's toothless, gum-ridden mouth to open wide and his little eyelids also begin drooping from, what the blonde woman could only assume, was exhaustion. Winona had a smile grace her lips, eyes watering as memories of three men in her life, who are already come and gone, playing this song.
"Goodnight you moon light ladies, rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose, won't you let me go down in my dreams….?"
The mother of two stopped the music, and her singing, abruptly for two reasons. One, because she saw her youngest was asleep. And, the second reason, being because she heard her elder of two sons calling for her from his room downs the hall. Winona would stand, walking over to the door and resting the guitar standing up in the corner behind it, and the blonde was about to exit the room. Slowly, she turned, and walked back towards the crib before leaning down, and placing a feather light kiss to her baby's forehead.
"And rock-a-bye sweet baby James…."
This last line of the song was finished in a soft, musical, tender whisper before the woman would finally leave the room. Shutting the door behind herself, as well, to leave her son with the only light illuminating the dark being the calm white essence of the moon looming in through the cracked, star-pattern clad drapes.
A/N #2: Well, what did y'all think of this second installment that might have never existed? Originally, I did a poll to decide the order, but then scraped it and decided I'd do this in an order of:
Original song by myself, already existent song, original song, etc. :P
Anyways, if nothing else, be sure to comment and let me know what you think! :)