Safira84

"Rock a bye baby…" Early evening. Too early to go to sleep. Well, it depends on how old are you. "… on a tree top..." Tony was leaned over Peter's crib, singing gently, his voice getting a bit deeper and warmer. "… When the wind blows, the cradle will rock…" Peter was watching his dad, eyes slowly closing to sleep. It was truly blissful and quiet and warm and the pleasant scent of baby powder was still in the air from the before bedtime diaper change. "… When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall…" Peter minimally fidgeted. He didn't like the sound of that. "… And down will come baby, cradle