God bless dad and thanks for the stars
God hears amen wherever we are
And I love you
Godspeed little man, sweet dreams little man
Oh my love will fly to you each night on angel's wings
Godspeed...sweet dreams"
By now Ryan's bottle was done and he was asleep. Sara carefully removed it from his tiny mouth and placed it on the table next to the crib. She rose from the rocker and walked toward the crib, cradling the baby in her arms. Softly kissing his forehead, Sara gently placed him in the crib. Nick kissed his fingers and tenderly touched his son's head in the spot that Sara had just kissed. Mother and Father stood next to the crib; Nick's arms around Sara, watching the steady rise and fall of their son's chest.
"Sweet dreams, Ryan."
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A/N~ Please review! This story is dedicated to all my babies: Vincent, Christian, Maddie, Andre, Sofia, Allie, Theo, Aram, Jack, and little Ryan, who isn't born yet.
~Emily