Title: Late Night Conversation
A/N: This is from a series of 500 word challenge prompts. This challenge: "Lullaby"
John woke up to the sound of the mewling cry down the hall. Quietly he crept out of his bedroom toward it.
"Hey buddy," he said softly as he reached into the crib and lifted his newborn son up to his chest.
"We had a deal, remember. You'd let your momma sleep, if I promised to come in and check on you," John said soothingly, trying to get the one-month old back to sleep.
"Now what's with all the cryin'?" he asked as he moved around the room, gently rocking the baby to quiet him down.
"Okay, you don't need changin', and you're not hungry, what's up?" John only got an indignant cry for an answer.
"Not talkin' huh? That's okay. We can save the guy talk for later. I know, how about I tell you a story? I bet you'd like that," John said quietly. Brady seemed to quiet down at his dad's suggestion.
"Yeah, I knew you'd like that idea," he whispered as he continued his one sided conversation with his son.
John wound the knob on the mobile above Brady's crib for background music, and sat in the rocker. And as the Rock-a-bye baby tune gently filled the room, John told his baby boy a story.
As Brady fell asleep to the sound of his father's voice, John gazed upon him and remembered the day Monica told him they were going to be parents. It was a Thursday evening and Monica came home to find him relaxing on the couch. She was grinning happily he noticed.
"Hey darlin'," John greeted her as she came in and joined him on the couch, resting herself above him.
"I have news," she whispered against his lips before greeting him with a kiss. John closed his arms around her as they kissed.
"News huh? Lemme guess they shut down the X-Files, and we now have normal jobs," John joked when they separated. Monica laughed.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" she teased. "No this news is more personal," she said and paused to look in his twinkling blue eyes. "I'm pregnant," she said quietly.
John's smile grew even bigger. "Pregnant, really?" he whispered.
Monica nodded. "Six weeks," she said excitedly.
"Baby…" John whispered and took her face in between his hands and gave her a tender kiss. They parted and embraced.
"I love you," he whispered.
John put Brady back in his crib, and lightly rested his hand on his little chest. "Good night, little man," he whispered.
John got into bed quietly, and gently kissed Monica's cheek. She smiled. What he didn't know was that she was up the minute she heard her son's cry. She'd also overheard his conversation through the baby monitor. It made her smile. Brady had his dad wrapped around his tiny finger.
Monica pretended to sleep as she rolled over and closed her arm around John's waist.
"I love you," she murmured into his chest. John smiled to himself and drifted off to sleep.
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