Yes I am skipping again

Robin Wright-Penn

He still grimaced in pain as she slipped him down into sleeping bag so he could hopefully sleep. "You're okay" She assured him pulling the sleeping bag up around his chin.

He allowed himself to whimper a bit as she adjusted him in the sleeping bag. "Sorry." She whispered running her hand through his hair before kissing his forehead. He was burning with fever.

He was biting down in pain, but his features relaxed to only show a slight bit of discomfort. Trying to be brave for her, but she could see past it. The pain was getting to him. She hated look at him in so much pain. She leaned down closer to him.

"Why don't I sing for you?" She asked trying to get him to relax more so he could sleep more comfortably, "Put you at ease before you sleep."

He looked up at her and smiled slightly, "I'd love that,"

She ran her fingers through his hair and chuckled, "Alright what do you want me to sing for you?"

He shrugged, "It doesn't matter to me as long as you're here I'm happy."

"Alright." She smiled down at him as she lulled him to sleep, "Just wait though wide he may roam, always a hero comes home. He goes where no one has gone, but always a hero comes home. He knows of places unknown, but always a hero comes home. He goes where no one has gone, but always a hero comes home."

His eyes were closed, his breath light with new found sleep. His eyes loosely closed, his features completely at ease. She couldn't help but kiss his forehead again as he looked like a sleeping child whose mother had just rocked him to sleep and laid him in his crib.