Prologue

The moonlight shone majestically throughout the realm. Peacefulness flowed among the islands as only the fishermen were awake, waiting for that night-time catch, but there was one place where the peace did not reach. The curtains were pulled tight, keeping the nocturnal tranquility from reaching those behind them. The man in bed rolled over with a blissful sigh. It wasn't often he had the chance to sleep these days, but such are the troubles of a new parent. But something was wrong. In his sleep, the man miscalculated something, and rolled directly out of bed, landing with a cursed thud. He had meant to roll over and place his arm around his wife, but he wasn't expecting her not to be there. Somewhere down the hallway, the wails of a baby started, and the man gave a defeated groan.

Groggily, he stood up, wincing slightly with each scream the baby let out. Slowly he made his way to the bedroom door, debating whether or not to just leave his wife to take care of the matter. It didn't take long for him to give in, and he slowly opened the mahogany door.

"Elsa?" he said, quite a bit louder than he had intended to. Down the hallway, he could hear a 'shh,' knowing it was for both him and the crying baby. Silently, he made his way towards the infant's room, the cries becoming softer and farther apart. He peeked into the open doorway of the nursery just as the cries stopped, and smiled as he saw his young wife gently tucking his son into his crib. The sound of a Spielburg lullaby filled the room.

"Guten Abend, gute Nacht, mit Rosen bedacht,"

Quietly, he entered the room, careful not to disturb the half-asleep baby.

"Guten Abend, gute Nacht, mit Rosen bedacht,"

He stepped behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Mit Näglein besteckt, schlupf unter die Decke,"

She broke the lullaby very briefly, being caught off guard. When she continued singing her melodious chant, her husband hummed along.

"Morgen früh, wenn Gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt,"

"Morgen früh, wenn Gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt."

He brushed her long blonde hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. Internally, she cursed her spouse for knowing her weak spot, and shivered as the goose bumps started up her side.

"Komm' in meine Arme."

"Oh! Devon!" she shivered softly as the kisses continued. She turned around swiftly and threw her arms around her husband's neck and looked longingly into his angelic blue eyes. They were the things she most admired of her husbands physical appearance, and he knew such and always played that against her. At the moment, he was giving her one of his favorite looks - his "I don't think life could get much better than this" stare, and he truly felt that way.

The moment he kissed his wife, the first wave of the outside tranquility washed over him.

"Deine Lippen sind wie Honig."

They embraced in a passionate kiss which let the rest of the serenity surround them both.

"Lass uns lieben, meine schöne Frau, hmm?"

As she led him to their bedroom, he realized that he wouldn't be getting any more sleep tonight, and for once, he was perfectly fine with it…