Hallie's pov
We then heard Frances cry,snapping Michael out of his trance.he was about to get up,but I stopped him."I'll get her,you need to rest.and I'm serious about this,alright?"i said,he nodded and sat back down.I walked into my room,I was letting Michael borrow it while I slept on the couch,and saw Frances crying in her portable crib."oh Frances..."I picked her up,"now don't cry,auntie Hallie is here."i assured her.she held onto me but kept crying,I tried not to get frustrated so easily(after all she's just a baby).
"You have to sing to her."
I turned around and saw Michael holding a plate.on one hand,I wanted to scold him for not listening to me.but on the other hand,I was glad to see him moving and talking.I sighed,"I know I told you to rest,but I'm not good at taking care of babies."he chuckled and put the plate down on top of the dresser.he walked towards me and gently grabbed Frances from me,even though he was holding her she kept crying."She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I've been buried in a heart-shaped box for weeks
You done undid my magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could kiss your cancer when I am sick"he sang,she slowly began to calm down.
"huh,I've never heard of that song before."I pointed out,"Kurt came up with it,I heard him singing it when I was taking care of Franny once."he explained."think it'll be in their third album?"I asked,he shrugged."I hope...that maybe he'll take a break if they do make a third album."he said,his voice shaking a bit.I gently grabbed Frances from him and put her back in her crib,"Michael..."we sat down on the bed."everything will be ok,I promise."he looked at me,at that moment he lost it:he hugged me tightly,I heard him sob loudly as I hugged him back.
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Winter Song
Hayran Kurgu(This is the spin-off fic to Priceless advice,my gay Kurt Cobain fic. If you haven't read that,I recommend that you do, because parts of that book will be in this one) Hallie has recently gotten out of an abusive relationship and tries to once again...
