Mockingbird
by Amy
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Warning:
futurefic
Summary: A little father-daughter time.
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As Jim Ellison silently crept into his loft, he noticed that the lights were
off and the television was still going. Curious, he crept over to turn it off
and found Megan Connors Ellison, his wife, curled up in his chair fast asleep. Smiling
down at her, he took in her messy, brown curls and peaceful face. She was still
just as beautiful as the day he had met her when he and Blair had picked her up
at the airport for a police officer exchange program.
He knew Megan had been exhausted lately because of going back to work after
their daughter McKenna’s birth. He had tried to talk her into staying home for
a little while longer, but she would have none of it.
Just then, he heard McKenna’s soft cry echo from upstairs. Determined not to
wake Megan, he climbed the stairs and reached his daughter’s crib.
“Hey, there,” he cooed softly as he picked her up. She was only ten months old,
but Jim still couldn’t believe how tiny she was. He also couldn’t believe that she
was his. Her face scrunched up as she continued to cry and squirm in his arms.
Gently, he tried to quieten her as he carried her downstairs for her feeding. Choosing
a bottle from the refrigerator, he popped it in the microwave and turned it on.
As it warmed up, he eased into a soft - if off key - rendition of
“Mockingbird”.
“Hush, little baby, don’t say a word. Daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird. And
if that mockingbird don’t sing, Daddy’s gonna buy you a diamond ring. And if
that diamond ring…”
“Who would have thought that a tough guy like you knew the words to
‘Mockingbird’?” Jim glanced up to see Megan smiling at him.
He shrugged as the microwave dinged. “Anything for my baby girl,” he said.
Megan walked over to the microwave and retrieved the bottle. She checked the
temperature and then gave it to McKenna, who happily began to drink. She looked
up at Jim and kissed him.
“I love you. “
“I love you, too.”
Fin
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