*************************************Willow************************************
(Two years later)
"Mama," Hearing his small cries. Turning around as he came shuffling into the room dragging his small blue blanket, Rubbing his eye with the hand that wasnt holding the blanket,
"Awe, my baby," I reach down, scooping him up and holding him to me, His little head lying against my chest,
He looked so much like his father and was a cuddler like him, too,
Kissing his hair, I walked over and sat on the couch, "You wake up from your nap, baby,"
"Dada," he lifts his head, looking around, His eye searching for him. He was his Dad's mini-me. He followed Lincoln everywhere, And Lincoln was so wonderful with him, Never did he hesitate to take him with. Even when he was working in his office, h
