Chapter 110: Krispin

Sleeping butterflies and daisies in your hair,

Playing with the frogs while flying through the air.

Sleep will come and go, with stars for Abigail,

Hush the sweet sounds of wind beneath your sails,

It's time to count the sheep jumping here and there,

Hush my sweet and beautiful Abigail.

The final cord drifted away and my precious, drooling fan was fast asleep.

"That was beautiful. Not to mention a miracle! She never falls asleep without a fight." Lydia held her nine-month old bundle of joy, continuing to sway her arms back and forth. Abigail's short red curls sprang out from her head in delightful disarray.

"I bore young children to sleep. It's a special gift."

"She already loves you, and to think she now has her very own song written by Krispin Righteous."

I laughed softly so I wouldn't wake up the pocket-sized hellion princess. "By the time she's old enough to realize I'm famous, I'll be walking with a cane."

"Who cares, as long as I can buy your time each night for the