You woke up to the cry of your little baby, Matthew he was only two weeks old and one of the best things to happen to you, the other being your husband of three years Francis.
You turn to face your husband who was knocked out. You slowly got out of bed, drained of sleep and kissed your husband soft cheek, the crying got slightly louder, you rushed to the nursery when you got there, you dashed to the infant's side.
"Shhh, it's okay mommy's here," you said to the whimpering child while brushing his hair away from his face, trying to avoid contact with his curl. You cradled Matthew in your arms, ever so gently you began to sing his favorite lullaby:"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know dear,how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."
You began to hear footsteps behind you as the crying stopped. "Hmm mm mmm hmm hmm mm hmm hmmmm," you felt Francis' strong arms wrap around your waist, rocking his hips slowly to the rhythm of the song, making yours move with his,"please don't take my sunshine away."
You felt Francis' lips peck you on the cheek. "Bonjour, l'amour," Francis said in his native tongue and kissed your nose. "Good morning," you said holding back a yawn. "You look tired dear, perhaps you need to take a nap." Francis said concerned."
"No, I'm fine," you said yawning.
"S'il vous plaît aller dormir. S'il vous plaît, pour moi," he said massaging your tense shoulders.
"Okay," you said giving him Matthew.
Francis smiled and cradled the sleeping baby and sung to him,"Vous êtes mon soleil, mon seul soleil vous. Me rends heureux quand le ciel est gris. Vous ne saurez jamais cher combien j'aime, vous plaît ne prenez pas mon rayon de soleil loin." You smiled at your husband and pecked him on the cheek before retiring to bed. You checked the time, 3:42 A.M. You snuggled into the thick red blanket and fell asleep.
