Hey everyone! I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long - school's pretty much eaten up my life. So, I thought I'd ad something, even if it's just a little bit, just to hold you over. I've got a whole bunch of ideas for the next chapter/chapters! So yay! Haha.

Anywho, read and review? They always give me warm and fuzzies when I get them. Hehe. Oh! And before I go - I just wanted to say, if you really want to read some good fan fiction, I definitely recommend datagirl3. Her stories are amazing!

Anywho, I hope you enjoy. :)

As always, everything belongs to Jonathan Larson. And the song, "Here Comes the Sun", which is by, and I think owned, by the Beatles. Nothing's mine, except Annalise!


Mark groaned and woke with a start. It was Mark's turn to share a room with Annalise, and she was screaming her little lungs out. He and Roger took turns taking care of her during the night every other night.

When her cries continued, he sighed, reaching blindly over to his nightstand to grab his watch, eyes still closed, face still on his pillow. His hands fumbled around, picking up random items and throwing them aside. When he couldn't find it, he opened the drawer to search its contents. His fingers lazily danced along the various items – an old calculator from high school, his old retainer, nail clippers, paper clips, a few old candies, and a stash of unopened condoms. He wasn't sure why he still had them; he was pretty sure him and Maureen were over and done with. After all, it had been two weeks since she'd spoken to him.

When he finally found his watch, he opened his eyes and focused on the tiny hands. '3:17 AM?!' he thought, dropping his head face-down onto his pillow, sighing heavily. 'Only four hours of sleep since the last time she woke up...' He sighed again, grabbing his glasses and shoving them idly on his face while dragging his body out of bed.

He sleepily made his way over to the crib Joanne had generously bought them, and bent down to pick up his crying daughter, yawning in the process.

"Why can't you just sleep the whole night through?" he asked, opening his door to walk into the kitchen area. When he reached the table, he put the changing mat on it, and rested Annalise down. Roger had bought the mat with his secret savings after more than a few of their towels got ruined.

Mark turned on the light, and proceeded to unsnap her purple footie-pajamas, stripping her down to her diaper. He no longer had a problem with changing her diaper – he had gotten used to it once he realized just how often diapers needed to be changed.

When he folded back the tabs of her diaper and lifted her up, he saw no business that needed to be cleaned up.

"Oh, you little piggy," he chuckled as he secured her diaper back in place and put her soft pajamas back on. "You're just hungry again, aren't you?" he smiled and picked her up, resting her wriggling body against his bare, sleepy-warm chest.

He walked over to the cabinet, opened it, and pulled down a bottle. Carefully resting Annalise on the floor, he took out a can of formula and a can opener. Once the holes were poked into the can, he unscrewed the nipple from the bottle and poured the formula in. Screwing the top back on, he bent down and picked up Annalise, who was still crying.

He cradled her in his arms and walked to the couch and sat down. Picking up a small, pink blanket, he placed it over her.

When she was covered up and bundled warmly, he placed the bottle's nipple to her lips. She graciously accepted it, and sucked at it greedily. At once, the loft became peaceful again. 'I wouldn't be surprised if Roger's awake by now.' he thought as he watched his daughter eat.

He bounced her slightly, wishing they had a rocking chair. Constantly bouncing her got very tiresome after a while. He thought about asking Joanne if she'd help chip in for one, but the thought diminished when he looked around the loft and saw all the things she'd already gotten them – a highchair, a stroller, countless items of clothing and toys, blankets, the crib, a strap-on baby carrier, diapers and even bottles and formula. He felt guilty for even thinking such a thing.

He sighed and went back to watching his daughter. After a few minutes, he noticed how large she had gotten. She wasn't too much bigger than she was two weeks ago, but she has definitely grown. He smiled proudly, knowing he was doing something right.

It was quiet while Annalise finished eating. When she was done, Mark placed her bottle on the coffee table and put her to his shoulder. He patted her back gently, burping her. She wiggled about, kicking her legs, squirming against his chest. She moaned a little, becoming fussy again.

"Aww, now what's wrong?" he asked sympathetically. Usually after she was fed, she'd fall right to sleep. Now, she was beginning to become colicky again. He bounced her a little bit while patting her back – maybe she swallowed a lot of air while she was feeding and was feeling uncomfortable?

"Shh, come on," he encouraged quietly as the volume of her cries increased. "It's okay...shh..." He rested her down in his arms so he was cradling her. Her little fists were balled up, and her face was pink while she cried.

"Shh..." he bounced her. "It's alright..." Just then he got an idea.

He looked around to Roger's door to make sure he wasn't awake. When he was sure Roger was still asleep, he cleared his throat and took a deep breath. He hardly sang, and if he did, it was never in front of anyone.

"Here comes the sun, do do do do, here comes the sun, and I say, it's alright," he began softly. He looked down at his daughter who was still crying, and continued.

"Little darling, it's been a long, cold, lonely winter. Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here." Annalise stopped crying, but was still moaning and squirming about.

"Here comes the sun, do do do do, here comes the sun, and I say, it's alright." he paused, looking down at her. Her big, blue eyes stared back up at him. She smiled, waiting for him to continue. He grinned and took another breath.

"Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces. Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here. Here comes the sun, do do do do, here comes the sun, and I say, it's alright."

Annalise's eyes were fluttering open and closed, trying to fight sleep but losing the battle. Mark continued, amazed his singing was actually putting her to sleep.

"Sun, sun, sun, here it comes. Sun, sun, sun, here it comes." he repeated, lightening her bounce while she fell asleep in his arms.

"Little darling, I feel the ice is slowly melting. Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear. Here comes the sun, do do do do, here comes the sun, and I say, it's alright."

He smiled, holding his daughter. She had stopped squirming and was now breathing heavily, consumed by sleep. More quietly than before, he went on.

"Here comes the sun, do do do do, here comes the sun, and I say, it's alright."

He got up from his spot on the couch and headed back into his room. He walked to Annalise's crib and gently placed her down, careful not to wake her up.

"It's alright." He bent down and kissed her forehead. Sluggishly, he walked over to his bed, a slight smile playing across his lips. He crawled back into bed and placed his glasses on his nightstand. He rested his head down on his pillow, yawning, and within minutes he was asleep.

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I'm sorry it was so short. I did have more planned out, but I thought it'd make a better beginning for a chapter rather than a middle. Does that make sense?

Expect more soon? I'm not sure when, but hopefully it won't take too long.
Read and reaview? :)