Luke didn't hear him. He was already fast asleep. Lavinia, meawhile, had gotten a bottle out for Bo and sat in her rocking chair, just rocking her baby, gently singing to him.
Luke's hands fell to the side, already mostly asleep well wor out with the excitement of the day. "Love Unca Jesse..." he murmured softly, his eyes closing.
Luke knew it was no use arguing with his uncle, so he just rested his head on the man's shoulder reaching for the watch fob his uncle always wore and playing with it as he was carried.
Lavinia reached in picking him up from his crib. "Now what's the matter, little one? Ain't you gettin enough attention?" She put him against her chest tickling his cheek a little.
It wasn't long before both Jesse and Lavinia could hear Luke's small voice singing the lullaby he remembered his mama singing to him to the little fawn. The fawn, as if understanding, closed its eyes falling to sleep with its head on Luke's lap.
Lavinia shook her head. "No...but I dont wanna be the one to tll him that." Luke, meanwhile, was talking softly to the fawn. "I don't have a mama neither...or a daddy...I got an auntie...and an uncle...we's both orphans..."
Luke frowned a little, but his sadness didnt last long. Instead, he reached for one of the unused blankets, carefully covering his fawn with it, before kissing the top of its head softly. "Sok...you sleep...I'll stay here..."
The fawn soon drank what little of the formula it could and tiredly rested its head on Luke's lap. Luke caressed it gently. "Unca Jesse? Is it a boy deer or a girl deer?"
Luke's lip quivered though his eyes showed a fierce determination. "No... he's gonna live...he will.." With that he caressed the tiny deer's ears speaking softly into them.
Well to answer one of your questions, the perfect day for me would be to wake up, go shopping, get my hair and nails done, then go to a Dolly Parton concert. Course, it'd be even better if I got to sing with her...
"Kay Unca Jesse" said Luke waiting as his uncle lifted the bottle before gently lifting the fawn's head to the bottle. "He's drinkin!" whispered Luke as the fawn hesitated before sucking on the bottle.