Neal smiled at her before running through his memories. He knew a few songs but even he had his favorite as a kid.
"Baa, Baa, Black Sheep, have you any wool? Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three bags full One for my master and one for my dame And one for the little boy who lives down the lane. Baa, Baa, Black Sheep, have you any wool? Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three bags full"
His voice was a deep whisper as his hand lightly pet Emma's stomach and then her forehead. The song was for both of them.
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Date: 2016-12-12 09:22 pm (UTC)"Baa, Baa, Black Sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three bags full
One for my master and one for my dame
And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.
Baa, Baa, Black Sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three bags full"
His voice was a deep whisper as his hand lightly pet Emma's stomach and then her forehead. The song was for both of them.