LoveSong
By Missy

SERIES: LoveSong
PART: One of one
RATING: PG
PAIRING(s): L/L
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CATEGORY: SOL/LL
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SETTING IN TIMELINE: Post-California
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: After an argument with his wife, Lenny tries to get their son back to sleep.
NOTES: This came from a conversation I had with Kath recently.

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"Aww!! Don't cry!" His words were persuasive, but didn't have the desired effect on the pouting face in his arms. He sighed to himself in the quiet of the room, repeating a reverie to the silence of the room: Please don't cry please don't cry...

The little face crumpled, and a wail issued forth from it that could have woken the dead. He held the tiny body close to his chest and sighed to himself, carefully rocking his heels, sending the chair gently to and forth.

It was not a good day.

First, he had argued with his wife; a silly argument over doing the dishes, of all things. He admitted to himself that he should have washed them; she had been up all night with the baby. But a beautiful melody had struck him in the middle of his lunch break, so before he knew it five had passed and nothing had been finished.

Except for this song.

It came from his mouth in slow, bidding waves; a lullaby for the woman he loved.

Davis' expression went quizzical, as though he could already understand that his father wasn't even singing about him. But he got to the part about 'Davis Street'; what he was named after. That quieted him down. And he listened in silence.

The song ended on a soft, low note. He looked down and noticed that Davis slept. Carefully, he returned his son to the crib and watched over him in silent appreciation.

He noticed the door slip open behind him, and said in a quiet voice, "There once was a man from Nantucket..."

"Len!" Her whisper was urgent but scolding. He turned, allowing her to see that Davis slept.

"Ya got no sense of humor, Vernie.." He said, but his words were cut off by an urgent, tender kiss. When she released him he was giddy, but there were tears in her eyes. "What was that for?"

"'Cause yer a wonderful man." She said, wiping away a tear, "Len?"

"Yeah?"

She tiltd her head, taking his hand, "C'mon." And in that minute, he realized two things.

For once, neither of them was going to sleep very well tonight.

And the red light glowing on the baby monitor meant that it definitely worked.



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