The Night Shift: Scrooge humming to get Webby to sleep
The crying of a baby was heard in McDuck Manor, echoing along the walls as Bentina tried to rock her granddaughter to sleep. But it was all in vain.
"I'll take her, Bentina." The voice of the Manor's owner, a Scottish duck, took Bentina's attention away from her to the door. [[MORE]]
"You sure?" Bentina didn't want to disturb him, but this was their routine, and she was so horribly tired.
Scrooge smiled, his fangs showing, holding his arms out. "I'm sure, love."
Bentina chuckled at the affectionate name. That was their friendship. They were that close, had that understanding, that words of affection could mean everything and yet nothing. "If your positive darling." She passed Webbigail off, with a small kiss to her forehead, and left them to it. "G'night."
"Sleep tight love." Scrooge said to her, before looking down at Webby. "Let's go to our usual place, eh?"
After settling on their usual rafter, Scrooge could tell because there was nothing too hot or cold about this spot for wee Webbigail, the dhampir began to hum. His voice far from angelic, far from comforting to many a living being, but was just that for this little one as she squeezed his robe.
He continued to hum, moving one arm up slowly. Extending his pointer finger, he gently rested it against her forehead. As he hummed, he slowly dragged his finger down her forehead to the tip of her beak and then back up before going back down. He repeated this process, still humming in his damned voice that scared all but this innocent bairn, he smiled as a realization came to him.
He was, for the first time in a long while, at peace.
