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                                                   ( llewyndxvis )

One leg was curled under her, the other planted firmly on the ground to keep the recliner rocking, arms softly supporting the infant’s weight. It was late and he was refusing to sleep, which prompted the soft melody that filled the room.

               ^♫You are my sunshine, my only sunshine;
                              you make me happy when skies are grey… _♬

( ♬ )       He catches her while he’s cleaning up. It’s been a good day, but he’s still tired, and feels he has to earn a solid night’s sleep by clearing his kids’ toys out of the hallway.

The door is open, and he finds himself leaning against the frame in silence so that he can listen to Carol sing. The expression on his face is unlikely to have been fonder. His life is – good. Llewyn is happy. Exhausted, older, and happier than ever.

When she’s done singing, Llewyn clears his throat quietly and smiles at her as she turns her head. “She asleep?”