I've had lots of requests for Chapter 3, so here it is! It's a bit angsty, and a little heated towards the end. I hope you enjoy.

Sorry, I lied. There is no brother interaction here. Just nice fluff. Also...What drama should I put them through? I think that instead of lullabies, it will just be songs. THIS IS NOT A SONG FIC THOUGH.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters - they are all the wonderful Madeline L'Engle. Also, "Somthing Good" belongs Rogers and Hammerstein's "Sound of Music" It is not mine. Though that movie is awesome.


Meg and Calvin were just finishing their breakfast when Meg realized that something was off. "Mom," she asked.

"Yes darling?"

"Where are the twins?"

"Oh, they went to school." Mrs. Murry answered.

"Oh no! School! What do I do?" Meg fretted.

"Relax. I called them and told them you were out sick. I thought you deserved a day off after yesterday. And yes Calvin, I called for you too."

"Thank you Mrs. Murry. I appreciate it."

"You're very welcome."

Calvin reached for Meg's hand as they walked to the start-watching rock.

"Calvin," began Meg.


"May I ask you something?"

"Of course," answered Calvin, turning his head to look at her.

"Well, about what you said to my father – you said you really like me. Is that true? How can anyone lo-I mean, like me? I have braces, my hair is a mess, and I have stupid glasses. People like you should like girls like my mother – beautiful, elegant, and intelligent. What do I have to offer to you?" Meg sat on the start watching rock with tears making salty tracks down her cheeks.

Calvin shifted his position so he could look her in the eyes. He grasped both her hands in his and began.

"Meg, how can you even think that? Ever since I heard that people were harassing your brother, and that you were standing up to people twice your size and weight, I gained some respect for you. You suddenly became someone else in my eyes. Not the timid, brainiac that the other jocks thought you were, but someone who cared for others' well being before their own. Someone who's family mattered more than anything. Someone who was willing to risk it all for her younger brothers' safety. It was that act of protection that I never had as a child." Calvin said with utmost sincerity.

"So is that the only reason you like me? Because I care about others?"

"No Meg, of course not. To me, you are the most beautiful woman ever. The fire that lights your eyes when you are thinking hard or when you are really worried about something. It adds a sort of fierce beauty to you. And your hair – it's gorgeous. Last night, I loved stroking my hands through it when I sang to you. And your braces will come off in due time, and you will have a smile that will make the other boys jealous that they didn't see you first," said Calvin, smiling at her.

Meg's tears began to lessen as Calvin pulled her into his chest.

"Calvin, will you sing to me again, please?" Meg asked her voice shaky.

"Sure, what would you like to hear?"

"So Close,"

"One of my favorites:

Perhaps I had a wicked childhood
Perhaps I had a miserable youth
But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past
There must have been a moment of truth

For here you are, standing there, loving me
Whether or not you should
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good

Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good

For here you are, standing there, loving me
Whether or not you should

So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good

Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could

So somewhere in my youth

Or childhood

I must have done something . . .

Something good

"How was that?"

"Perfect," sighed Meg. "Is that really how you feel?" She asked.

"Yes," answered Calvin.

She looked up and was startled to see Calvin looking at her with such intensity, it made her stomach flip and her cheeks flush scarlet.

"Meg," he began.


"I lied to your father earlier. I don't really like you."

"What?" Meg said, crestfallen.

"No, I don't. I love you."

"What?" Meg said, in shock.

"I love you. I have since the first time you helped me with my Trig homework. I've loved every second we've spent together no matter how trying and how hard it has been. Meg, you have added something to my life – something I didn't know was missing until you showed it to me." Calvin said, stroking her cheek.

"What is that?" she asked breathlessly.


He tightened his grip on her cheek, not stroking anymore, but holding. He leaned forward and gently presses his lips against hers.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he admitted when he pulled back. He saw her eyes flutter open and the blazing look she was giving him made him want to immediately dive in for a second.

"Calvin," she began. "I-I don't know what to say. I'm not sure if I love you yet, but I do really like you. And I really like that kiss." She ran her hands through his silky brown locks, and held his head near. "Do it again," she ordered.

Calvin pulled her closer and kissed her forehead, then each of her eyelids, her nose, the corner of her mouth, and finally reached his destination.

This time, Meg was ready for it, and as soon as she felt his warm lips on hers, she reacted. Her body flushed and she couldn't help but move her lips in time with his. It didn't feel like their second kiss, it felt like they had been doing it forever.

Calvin ran his hands through her unruly hair savoring the feeling of the brown frizz flowing through his fingers. He put one hand on her neck, and the other on the small of her back, pulling them closer, so she was nearly sitting on him.

Their need for oxygen broke the kiss, and they both pulled away, breathing heavily.

"Wow," whispered Meg.

"Wow is right."

She leaned forward and planted a small kiss on his nose. Meg settled into the crook of his arm as he leaned backwards against a rock. She put her head into his chest, listening to his steady heart beat. She'd never felt more at home. Meg let the constant beating of her heart lull her to sleep, and Calvin sat, looking far into the distance thinking about Meg.

It was then – the moment after they kissed – that he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He decided that no matter what it took, he was going to keep this girl through any other weird, cosmic anything that came their way. With the beautiful woman in his arms, he knew that he had finally found his home.

Well, I hope that satiated some of you. I have some drama coming up, but please tell me if you have ideas. Mine are a bit out there. So...Review, and then I'll update! Love, Mangotango101