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Baby of Mine

by: Lucki



Lance leaned against his honda as he awaited the end of school. He glanced at his watch. 2:15. The bell should be ringing soon. He took a moment to glance at his wife sitting inside the blue vehicle. She was staring straight ahead, out the windshield, cradling their youngest child in her arms. Lance breathed in deeply and returned his gaze to the front of the school building. Soon the bell ran and from its doors, children flooded out. All rushing to get home to play. The laughter and shrill playful screams almost made Lance laugh as well. He surveyed the crowd of children, finally finding the one he was searching for. A small boy slowly wobbled out of the school; his head full of blond hair, his backpack hanging hap-hazardly on his shoulder. Lance sighed. He pushed off the car and began to head towards his son. But movement alongside his little boy made him pause.

Four other boys, maybe a year older than his son, walked over to the blond boy. They formed a semi-circle. Lance heard his wife shift and soon the car door open and shut.

"Oh Lance," her voice held a ting of pity in it. Lance looked over at her and shook his head. He went to rescue his son from the torment he knew was about to begin. But he felt his wife's gentle hand on his arm. "Wait," she said softly.

Lance looked on as the young boys prodded and teased his son. The little boy's bookbag fell to the ground with a thud and his Buzz Lightyear lunchbox clattered down soon after. Soon tears were streaming down the little boy's face and Lance couldn't take it anymore. He hurriedly walked over to his now crying son.

"James? C'mere," Lance said softly, kneeling in front of his child. He gently embraced the sobbing kindergartner.

Baby mine don’t you cry

Baby mine dry your eyes

Rest your head close to my heart

Never to part

Baby of mine

"Shh, it's okay," Lance soothed his son. He gathered the bookbag and lunchbox and lifted James into his arms and carried the sniffling youngster to the car. He sat him in the backseat and they drove off for ice cream.

A hour later, Lance sat with his wife on a park bench as she held their baby girl, and Lance watched James shuffle around the play area.

Lance hadn't asked for a child with a neurological disorder; but he loved him anyways. The disorder made the child shake constantly, which made walking and even talking difficult. He was too young and small to begin medication for the disorder, so for the time being, Lance had to watch his small child deal with the stares and ridicules of other, mindless people.

As James played, struggling to climb up the ladder to slide on the slide, giggling all the while, Lance couldn't help but allow a smile to cross his features. His son was one of the most determined people he knew. Out of the corner of his eye, Lance saw a pair of older boys whispering and pointing. but James paid no attention and continued to play.

Little one when you play

Don’t you mind what they say

Let those eyes sparkle and shine

Never a tear

Baby of mine

Later that night Lance sat in the middle of his living room floor, playing G.I. Joes with James. At the moment the G.I.'s were in the middle of taking over 'Nsync Land' and had all the Nsync dolls captive.

"I-i-i gonna get-get-get you Dad-daddy," the little boy exclaimed excitedly, the rocking of his body causing his speech to jerk.

"Oh no!" Lance cried in mock horror and made the small doll-Lance flee from the green G.I. Joes. James feel into a fit of giggles and managed to wobble into Lance's lap and place a sweet kiss on his Daddy's cheek.

"I--i-i wuv you-you Daddy," James cooed and rest his head on Lance's chest. Lance felt tears fill up his eyes.

If they knew sweet little you

They'd end up loving you too

All those same people who scold you

What they'd give just for the right to hold you

"Time to go nite-nite James," Lance's wife entered the living room. "I've already put your sister to bed and you've got school in the morning Mister," she smiled and knelt down beside the playing pair.

"O-o-otay Mommy," James said and looked over to Lance. "up!" he commanded.

With a chuckle Lance obeyed and stood, carrying James with him. He walked into his child's room and helped him change his pajamas.

From your head down to your toes

you’re so precious to me

sweet as can be

Baby of mine

"All right, time to hit the sack!" Lance said, closing the book he'd just read. Not hearing a response from James, Lance looked down to see the small boy sound asleep, the rocking motion of his body dissipated, his chest rising and falling peacefully. Lance held the small child closer to his chest and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

All of those people who scold you

What they'd give just for the right to hold you

Lance eventually tucked James into bed and placed one last kiss on his son's forehead. He sat back and watched as the small boy slept, his face peaceful in sleep, his body calm. While asleep, James looked completely normal, for the disorder seemed to vanish in sleep. But Lance knew, as soon as the boy awoke, the tremors and jerky movements would be back. But no matter what, Lance loved the small child with everything he had in him and wouldn't trade him for the world.

From your head down to your toes

You're not much goodness knows

But your so precious to me

Sweet as can be

Baby of mine

Baby of mine


Based on the song 'Baby of Mine' from Disney's 'Dumbo'