kid, you’ll move mountains
“And this right here is my all-time favorite poem,” Derek coos. Will can’t see him or Teddy from where he’s standing, hidden behind the half-closed door, but he can imagine the fond, happy smile that’s been on Derek’s face since they took Teddy home last week.
Teddy’s happy gurgling seems to be an affirmation to Derek, and then there’s some rustling - probably Derek getting settled in the rocking chair. Will tries to rack his brain for Derek’s favorite poem, but for some reason he’s drawing a blank.
“You know, your grandmas used to read this to me all the time when I was a baby. And I liked it back then, but I never really loved it until I was in college. It was what used to get me through the bad days - that is, until Daddy came along, and he started getting me through the bad days, too. So I’m going to read this to you, and it might not really make sense to you now, or you might just like it, but maybe when you’re older it’ll get you through some bad days, too.”
Will can already feel the tears forming at the corners of his eyes, and Derek hasn’t even started reading the poem yet.