Stephew One Shots (MatPat x Stephanie)

Lullaby of Love

Matthew lowered Oliver into his cot as gently as he could, not wanting to harm his delicate body. Babies were funny little things, so fragile, yet so strong. It was strange to think that everyone had been like that once. As much as his parents thought he was cute as a baby, already he was so beautiful he obviously took after his mother (who was undeniably the cutest baby ever to exist if little Ollie wasn't being counted). As the warmth of his tiny body faded from his arms, Ollie started to stir, a somewhat annoying habit he had. Soon the little grunts turned to whimpers, and then they developed into soft cries of desperation. Matthew's heart broke as he started to think he was abandoned, and Matt gently began to rock the cot set up in the corner of their bedroom. Without having to think twice, Matthew began to sing,

"Come stop your crying, it'll be alright,

Just take my hand, and hold it tight

I will protect you from all around you

I will be here, don't you cry"

The crying dimmed back to a soft whimper as the voice of his father soothed him. Even though his newborn eyes couldn't see in the darkness, Oliver knew he was there.

"For one so small, you seem so strong

My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm

This bond between us can't be broken

I will be here, don't you cry

'Cause you'll be in my heart

Yes, you'll be in my heart

From this day on

Now and forever more

You'll be in my heart

No matter what they say

You'll be here in my heart

Always"

He watched as his child's perfect eyelids fluttered shut and his breathing slowed. Of course, he had been cursed with poop brown eyes, but the enchanting sparkle in them made them possibly the most exquisite brown eyes he had ever seen (again, he obviously took after his mother). Careful not to wake the sleeping boy, he slowly eased the rocking of the cot. He tried to walk away, but he didn't want to leave him alone in the big scary world. So instead he stood there, watching him breathing to check it hadn't stopped when he blinked.

It was the sweetest melody she had heard, or so Stephanie thought as she silently watched her husband sing their child to sleep from the bedroom doorway. The silence of the house only made his singing clearer, the acoustics of the room giving his voice a slight echo. Once he finished, he stood next to the crib for a few minutes before eventually turning to get ready for bed himself.

Oliver certainly lived up to the expectations of a newborn, staining underneath their eyes with dark bags as they tried to survive on 4 hours of interrupted sleep or less.

"How long had you been standing there?" Matthew whispered as they entered the bathroom across the hall together.

"Long enough to hear your little lullaby," she replied, her soft smile telling him more than her words ever could.

Together they got ready for bed, keeping an ear out for Ollie the whole time.

Lying in bed, side-by-side it was apparent that only now was the realisation of how much this little person was changing their entire world coming to the couple. For one they had to keep Skip downstairs at night, least he decide Ollie was a good cushion to sleep on.