Sleepless nights were a common thing for the black suit due to both a lack of need of sleep and the common call of a restless child who needed the typical things all infants need in the midnight hours; a change, a drink, a rocking motion. He was awake, he usually was, but it was the constant moving and change of scenery the family did in efforts to stay hidden that led to a difficulty in getting the infant used to sleeping soundly through the night.

The current nursery was small, not much larger than a closet or a nook attached to the single bedroom of the temporary home mother, father and child occupied, but there was a narrow window that showed the moon hanging full and bright and high in the sky. In that light, Jake was haloed in white, back lit by the moon as he scooped his son up into his arms as the babe announced his general discomfort. The rocking of his arms was a gentle thing, the cool skin of his hand giving reprieve of the mild fever the baby had.

Held close over the course of the night, the mix of quiet coos and restlessness, the son was lulled to sleep repeatedly by the low humming and soft singing of his father, a soothing sound that would forever be comforting and familiar. ?I believe in happy endings. Starry skies and dreams come true. I?ve believed it since I first met you?I believe in happy endings. You?re the reason, love?s the way. And I?ll believe it till my dying day??