All the magic (OUAT Peter Pan)

Chapter 8: The Best job yet

Eighteen years after the curse came life in Storybrooke was still the exact same. Amelia was helping her uncle clean up his shop when the shop door opened. "I got it." she told Matt. He was so busy working he didn't notice she was wearing her paint splattered jeans.

Mayor Mills walked in holding onto a stroller with a crying baby inside. "Can I help you?" Amelia asked sweetly, looking at the little baby. Matt walked in nodding to the mayor "Ah, Mayor Mills. You can trust Amelia to watch-" he glanced at the baby. "His name is Henry." she told him impatiently. Matt turned to his niece. "We have some business to talk about. Can you watch Henry for an hour or two?"

"Of course. Hey little guy." Amelia picked up the crying baby. She began to hum to him, "Hey, shh. Don't cry, it's alright. Everything is just fine Henry." she whispered to Henry. Both Mr. Gold and Regina looked shocked at how fast Amelia got Henry to stop crying. "I can take Henry to my room so you can talk." the mayor nodded, wishing she was that good with her new adoptive son.

Once Amelia got to the Bellow with Henry she sat down on her bed. She looked at the boy's smiling face. "Hey kiddo, I'm your new friend Amelia. I'm going to watch you while your mommy is talking to my uncle." Henry wiggled in her arms, turning to look at the new person.

Henry looked like he was starting to fall asleep. Amelia rocked him back and forth. "Want Amelia to sing you a lullaby?" she asked. She thought for a moment on what song to sing to him. It was a pop song but she sang it slow and softly

Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep

Dreaming about the things that we could be

But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard

Said no more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars

Yeah, we'll be counting stars

I see this life, like a swinging vine

Swing my heart across the line

And in my face is flashing signs

Seek it out and ye' shall find

Old, but I'm not that old

Young, but I'm not that bold

And I don't think the world is sold

On just doing what we're told

I feel something so right doing the wrong thing

I feel something so wrong doing the right thing

I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep

Dreaming about the things that we could be

But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard

Said no more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars

Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep

Dreaming about the things that we could be

But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard

Said no more counting dollars, we'll be, we'll be counting stars

I feel your love and I feel it burn

Down this river, every turn

Hope is our four-letter word

Make that money, watch it burn