A/N: Alright, everyone! Here is the third installment of my 'A Mother's Lullaby' ficlets. And, like I said, you also get another one of my original lullabies with this one. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, but I do own the lyrics of the lullaby used within the one-shot. :)
"Mama!"
A heartbreaking cry came echoed through the halls of the old-fashioned, Georgian before again the holder of the voice repeated, "Maaamaaa!"
"What the hell—? Damn it, David!" Eleanora McCoy snapped, sitting up and bed and smacking her husband hard upside the head which, ultimately, made the male awaken with a rather undignified yelp of shock and pain. "You're a doctor, so when you say medicine will let our son sleep through the night when he's sick, and also make him better, I believe ya. I don't think him wailing like a banshee is the same as sleeping, doctor!" The brunette woman moved to smack her husband upside the head the head again, but he managed to dodge it by sitting up.
"Ella, come on, I wouldn't of said it if I didn't think it would happen. His fever was high, so it must have burned the medicine out of his system faster. But, I can't give Lenny-boy anymore for at least another six hours or he could get a worse kinda sick, darlin'." David staying, rubbing at his head where he was sure a lump, even just from the one smack, was bound to form. Eleanora glared at her husband a moment more, but when another sorrowful wail filled the house, the McCoy woman deflated at the site of her husband wincing from the sound of his boy in pain.
"You're just lucky, David Andrew McCoy, that your brother offered to watch Donna for us tonight due to the chance this could've happened. No way could a four-year old sleep through this racket that wasn't even supposed to happen!" With those words hanging in the air, the brown-eyed woman stood up and left her bedroom while grabbing her sleep robe and putting it on in the process.
The wailing, the sobs, and cries of 'Mama!' continued for the one minute it took for Mrs. McCoy to walked from she and her husband's bedroom on one end of the second-story landing of the home to the other where her son's nursery was located. And, as soon as she opened the door to the tear-ridden, sobbing, twenty-month old baby boy is when the crying seemed to get even more desperate due to the site of his mother. Tiny, meaty fists reached in grabbing gestures as he stood up in his crib. The little brunette hiccuped between choked cries of Mama that melted Eleanora like ice in lava as she made her way over to her little boy in less than five seconds time and scoop him into her arms.
"Oh, Lenny-baby, it's okay. I'm here, and I got you."
"Sick, Mama. Sick, sick, sick, sick…."
The little boy sniffled and whimpered in his mother's cradling embrace with his head nuzzled into the crook of her neck and shoulder. "Oh, baby, I know, but you have to sleep if you wanna get better, right?" The only reply she received, however, from the limited-minded-due-to-current-age baby was a stubbornly shaking head and soft whimpers of 'sick, sick, sick' over and over.
Eleanora sighed, and then slowly began to hum while cradling a hand gently against the back of her baby's head and started a lightly rock bounce before her soft voice began to fill the room.
"Hush my baby, don't you weep. The sun is gone, you should be asleep. My baby boy, please don't cry for it's time to rest, not mope and sigh. Georgian skies are up above; stars singing their songs for you to sleep to, my love. And in the morning, I will be here just like always."
The hazel-eyed baby's whimpers faded, though there were still a few sniffles every second or so as he burrowed his face more firmly against his mother's shoulder. Mama McCoy continued to gentle rock-bouncing as she was nearing her full-rotation of walking around the room, she moved her hand from cradling her son's head to soothingly rubbing up and down the little back clad in the cartoon cowboy pattern of the footie pajamas worn.
"Through sickness, through boo-boos, through uh-ohs and woes, I'll be there to help you with all of those. Through sorrow, through joy, through pain and fear, I will be there for all these coming years."
Eleanora made it make to her almost-toddler son's crib, she slowly laying the almost sleeping babe back down into it. Almost instantly, little Lenny began to whimper and have his eyes tears up before, with the magic his young mind could only register his amazing Mama being able to pull off, his teddy bear appeared in front of his face and within his grasp. "Cack-pot." The brunette woman grinned, shaking her head a little as her son buried her face into the brown fur of the doctor's coat-clad bear. Her husband had helped her son name the toy, but the little sweet-heart couldn't say the 'r' for the word 'crack' yet.
"And when you're toys are broken where they lay, or when your hair begins to gray. It doesn't matter what happens, say whatever you might say, just let come what may. Cause, no matter what I will be there and love you until the end of days…."
The woman's voice trailed off gently at the end as she smiled gently down at her thankfully, once again, sleeping son. Eleanora leaned down, brushing lips tenderly against the knuckles of one chubby baby-hand since little Leonard McCoy's face was buried into the teddy bear's fur still.
"One of these days, baby, you're gonna be a doctor just like your daddy and be the one to make people better," she whispered softly, stroking fingers feather light through the infant's hair. The woman had paused, but slowly she continued, "And, on top of making people better, I bet you'll even have at least one person to drive you nuttier then a pecan pie at a fair because, despite wanting to get better, this person won't want to do a dang thing you say without being stubborn."
A small smirk tugging her lips, Eleanora ran one more brush of lips against the back of her baby's hand before she locked the crib's bars back into place, silently exited the room, and headed off back in the direction of her home room to hopefully be able to sleep through the rest of the night.
A/N #2: Okay everyone, that's a wrap for this third little ficlet, and the forth will be done soon! Just so you know, I plan on updating every week!
But, if I get at least five comments, I might consider bumping up the posting date of the next chapter a day or to. So… You know… Comment away and let me know what you think! :)