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I was laying on the bed after Angel had showered. Angel was sitting at the foot of the bed playing with toys while we waited for Chris.

When Chris walked in he smiled at me and then scooped Angel up and tossed him into the air before catching him. Angel squealed and giggled as Chris fell next to me on the bed.

"I think Chris should sing us a lullaby, don't you Angel?"

"Yeah!" he yelled and bounced on Chris' stomach with a smile.

Chris groaned and smiled before he laid Angel between us and then scooted closer under the blankets.

"Maybe mommy should sing a lullaby tonight. My voice is kind of tired from all the performances." Chris laughed and winked at Angel.

"Yeah mommy. Daddy is tired. You sing."

Chris and I both looked down at Angel with wide eyes. Just as I was about to correct him, Chris stopped me.

"Angel, you know, I'm not your real dad, and I've never had a kid before. I would love for you to be my son, okay? You can call me dad anytime." he smiled at him, and in return Angel gave a bright smile before hugging him tight.

"Angel. How about 'A La Nanita Nana' for bed?"

Angel nodded furiously before snuggling in between Chris and I again. And thus began the lullaby.

"A la nanita nana nanita ella, nanita ella

Mi nina tiene sueno bendito sea,bendito sea

A la nanita nana nanita ella, nanita ella

Mi nina tiene sueno bendito sea,bendito sea

Fuentecita que corre clara y sonora

Ruisenor que en la selva

Cantando y llora

Calla mientras la cuna se balansea

A la nanita nana nanita ella

A la nanita nana nanita ella

Nanita ella

Mi nina tiene sueno bendito

Sea, bendito sea

Fuentecita que carre clara y sonora

Ruisenor que en la selva

Cantando y llora

Calla mientras la cuna se balansea

A la nanita nana nanita ella"

By the time I was done, Angel was asleep and Chris was stroking his hair.

"I'm really glad Angel accepts me. I honestly feel like he is my son. I'd do anything for him. Even if I had my own child I'm sure I wouldn't treat Angel any differently." Chris whispered as he still stared down at my son.

"Why did you allow him to call you Dad?" I whispered back.

"He wanted a dad for his birthday and I've always wanted a son." Chris smiled before looking up at me. "Now to make you happy. What is it that you want?"

I smiled. "I've got everything I could ever want, right here, in this bed with me." I whispered before I leaned over and kissed him.

"Goodnight Chris."

"Goodnight gorgeous."

And that night I went to sleep with a blush spread across my cheeks.

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English translation of the lullaby :)

Come, let's sing a little lullaby, come, let's sing a little

My baby girl is sleepy, blessed be, blessed be

Come, let's sing a little lullaby, come, let's sing a little

My baby girl is sleepy, blessed be, blessed be

Little spring running clear and loud

Nightingale that in the forest

Sings and weeps

Hush, while the cradle rocks

Come, let's sing a little lullaby

Come, let's sing a little lullaby

Come, let's sing a little

My baby girl is sleepy, blessed

Be, Blessed be

Little spring running clear and loud

Nightingale that in the forest

Sings and weeps

Hush, while the cradle rocks

Come, let's sing a little lullaby

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