He shook his head. "Well, I guess we're finished here. How 'bout we go watch "Beaches" now. That will really get the job done."
"No, play some more," she pleaded
"Fine, you pick." Maybe if he made her choose, she would get it out of her system sooner. He grabbed the drink out of her hand and finished it. "If I can't drink, you can't drink."
She pursed her lips in a pout, and then jumped up to a music cabinet and opened a drawer. "Where's that one you gave me for my birthday last year?" Jackson stood and retrieved the piece. He played on for about an hour. As her eyes began to glass over, he played softer until she started to nod off.
He quietly stood and cupped her face with his hand. "Time for bed, Princess."
"Oh, I guess I am a little sleepy."
"Want me to carry you?"
"No, I can walk."
He accompanied her to her room, and as she went in asked, "You want me to sit with you?"
"No I think I'll be able to sleep."
"Ok, but if not, come and get me."
"I will"
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Goodnight then."
"Night... Jackson?"
"What?"
"I love you."
"Love you too, Princess"