Disclaimer: Jim, Megan, and the world of the Sentinel belong to Pet Fly Productions, UPN, Paramount, and Sci-fi. I only own McKenna Ellison, who is making her fic debut.

As Jim Ellison silently crept into his loft, he noticed that the lights were off and the television was still going. Curious, he crept over to turn it off and found Megan Connors Ellison, his wife, curled up in his chair fast asleep. Smiling down at her, he took in her messy, brown curls and peaceful face. She was still just as beautiful as the day he had met her when he and Blair had picked her up at the airport for a police officer exchange program.

He knew Megan had been exhausted lately because of going back to work after their daughter McKenna’s birth. He had tried to talk her into staying home for a little while longer, but she would have none of it.

Just then, he heard McKenna’s soft cry echo from upstairs. Determined not to wake Megan, he climbed the stairs and reached his daughter’s crib.

“Hey, there,” he cooed softly as he picked her up. She was only ten months old, but Jim still couldn’t believe how tiny she was. He also couldn’t believe that she was his. Her face scrunched up as she continued to cry and squirm in his arms.

Gently, he tried to quieten her as he carried her downstairs for her feeding. Choosing a bottle from the refrigerator, he popped it in the microwave and turned it on. As it warmed up, he eased into a soft - if off key - rendition of “Mockingbird”.

“Hush, little baby, don’t say a word. Daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don’t sing, Daddy’s gonna buy you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring…”

“Who would have thought that a tough guy like you knew the words to ‘Mockingbird’?” Jim glanced up to see Megan smiling at him.

He shrugged as the microwave dinged. “Anything for my baby girl,” he said.

Megan walked over to the microwave and retrieved the bottle. She checked the temperature and then gave it to McKenna, who happily began to drink. She looked up at Jim and kissed him.

“I love you. “

“I love you, too.”

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