Author's Note:

So, I hoped you liked Chapter 18! I don't own Austin And Ally or anything else you may recognize. Please Review! Thanks!

Chapter 19

Austin POV

Adalyn and Acton have been home for a week now. They are pretty easy babies to handle, if I do say so myself. They are the perfect combination of both Ally and I. We haven't been getting much sleep lately because of one of the two of them crying in the middle of the night. We normally take turns or if it's both of them, both of us go.

I wake to the sound of crying at four in the morning.

"Your turn." Ally groans.

"No, it's your turn. I did it last time." I mumble.

"That was yesterday. I did it an hour ago." Ally slurred.

"Fine, but only because I love you dearly." I say, kissing her forehead.

I walk down the hall to Adalyn's room and quietly poke my head in. No sounds come from her room, so I quickly run over to Acton's room. Sure enough, there he is, crying up a storm. "Hey buddy." I say quietly, picking him up. Acton's screams immediately stopped. I chuckled and started walking around the room. I sing him one of my songs and he dozes back to sleep. I smile, kiss his head and place him back in his crib. I slowly walk out of the room and back into my room. "Alls, are you awake." The room goes silent for a few minutes, before she responds.

"What do you want?" She mumbles. "I just wanted to hang out with my fiancée jeez is it that hard to ask for?" I ask. She lifts her head up, looks at me, and then immediately puts her head back down, giving me a death glare. "I haven't slept- I mean actually slept in what? A week? And your asking me at like four in the morning to 'hang out'? What kind of sick joke is this?" She says, rudely I might add.

"Well then. Someone wants to sleep by themselves tonight. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to sleep in the guest bedroom. I leave the room and walk downstairs and head to the practice room to think.

I end up writing some lyrics for what I hope is going to be a new song. I walk back upstairs and head to my room and crack the door open to check up on Ally. Not in there. I walk back out and quietly close the door and walk back downstairs until the hairs on my neck rise. Not in there?! I turn back around and go back to my room to check again. Nobody. I walk to Adalyn's room and there she is, holding Acton and looking in the crib at Adalyn. "Alls? What are you doing in here?" I ask her, picking up Adalyn and sitting next to her. "I don't know, I've just been so stressed that I've been taking it out on you. I'm sorry." She says quietly. I smile. "It's fine." She looks down at Acton and smiles. "He looks a lot like you Austin." I look at his facial features. "Nah, I think he looks more like you." I say laughing. She smiles. "So, I've been starting our wedding plans, and I figured that you would want to help the least amount as possible, but there is one thing that I need help with." She grins. "And what is that?" "I need to pick a day." I smile and think that our wedding should be in around April. "I think that any day in April will be perfect. Not too warm, not too cold." "How about...April 20th?" She says. I look at her and laugh. "Did you just now think of that. In midair...Just come up with a day?" She nods and laughs. "Ally Dawson, you continue to amaze me everyday." I lean in and give her a kiss. When I pull away, both babies start to cry. Ally just laughs. "Here, I have a lullaby that my mom used to sing to me." She says quietly.

Day is done,
Gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky.
All is well, safely rest,
God is nigh

The babies were fast asleep. We put them back in their cribs and we walk back into our room. "That song. What is it?" I ask her.

"It's called Day Is Done, or also known as Taps. It's actually a pretty sad story on what happened, how that song came to be." She says, climbing back into bed. "Tell me it. The story, I mean." I say crawling in beside her.

"Well the story is set in the Civil War. After a long day at war, a Union soldier went around the battle grounds in search of wounded soldiers. He walked around and he heard a voice. The voice was calling to him. "Water, Water!" He cried. The union soldier didn't know if this soldier was a Union or Confederate Soldier, but he risked his life to complete his final request. The soldier walked over to the man. "Water please! That is all I wish for! My final wish is to have one last sip of water." He said. The union soldier gave him water, just as the soldier had died. The union soldier looked down to the man and was horrified. The man, who was now dead was the Union soldier's son. The son had left the North to go pursue his dreams in music. Little did his father know, the son really went down South to enlist in the Confederacy. In the pocket of his son's uniform, he found a piece of paper with the words to a song. The union soldier brought his son back to the camp and asked the general to have a full blown funeral, but he said no. Instead, at the boy's funeral, the soldier had asked the trumpet player to play the song his son had wrote."

"Wow, that is sad." I said. "It's a beautiful song though." I said. Ally nodded and curled up into my side, and we both fell into a deep sleep.

Author's Note:

I hope you guys liked this one! This is a true story that was told to me, so I don't own it, or the song 'Taps'. Please Review! Thank you my Lovelies!

austinandally3

July 2nd, 2013

9:56 PM Virginia Time