I had planned on being done with this story but I heard someone tell a story of me when I was a baby and this came to me, so I thought I would share it with you!

Enjoy!

Wes's POV

I never saw how anyone could rock a baby to death, or strangle the small life in their arms. Babies just look too innocent and sweet to ever deserve something like that.

But as I bounced lightly around my living room, holding a screaming Rylie in my arms, I was beginning to understand their motives. Not that I could actually bring myself to ever hurt her, but the thought crossed my mind.

"Shhh." I whispered, calmly. Looking up at the clock, I saw it was 3 am. I sighed. I had been trying to get her to go back to sleep since 11. I had even woken Macy up once to see if Rylie had been hungry. That had not been the case.

I sat down on a rocking chair in the nursery, rocking smoothly and rhythmically back and forth. She screamed even harder. Sighed, exasperated, I quietly moved down the stairs and to the living room, so that Macy wouldn't be awaken by Rylie's cries.

That hope diminished when I head feet trudging down the stairs, and an exhausted Macy appeared in front of me.

"Sorry." I apologized over Rylie. "I was…"

She cut me off. "Just give her to me." She said, just loud enough for me to hear.

Willing to do anything to get my child to stop screaming, I handed her over.

Then, Macy started singing.

When I was a child, an evening June I

We'd sit in the rocker, my mother and I

Her arms would enfold me, her gaze meeting mine

And she'd sing to me softly in 3-quarter time

La dadada da da dada, La daadada da dada dada

La dadada da da dada, La dadada dada daaa.

The love that we shared, I now give to you

The rocker is waiting with room here for two

I look in your eyes and your sweet gaze meets mine

And I find myself singing in 3-quarter time

La dadada da da dada, La daadada da dada dada

La dadada da da dada, La dadada dada daaa.

Should you have a child, so sweet and so fair

The moments we spent in the old rockin' chair

I'll be yours forgiving, as my mother's were mine

And you'll find yourself singing in 3-quarter time

La dadada da da dada, La daadada da dada dada

La dadada da da dada, La dadada dada daaa.

When I was a child an evening June I

We'd sit in the rocker, my mother

And

I….

I was so mesmerized by her voice, I hadn't even noticed that Rylie had stopped crying the second she started singing. I snapped out of it and looked up at her, to find her looking down lovingly at Rylie.

Everything was perfect. I was sitting here, with my family.

My gorgeous wife, my sweet tender daughter, and I was finally where I belonged.