User blog:The Milo Murphy's Law Wiki Guy/"Wouldn't Trade It For The World": Goodnight, Bro. (A Fanfiction)

"Wouldn't Trade It For The World"

Chapter 1: Goodnight, Bro.

It was nighttime in The Loud House, and Luna Loud was lying in her bed, at 3 o’clock in the morning, texting her sort of girlfriend Sam Sharp.

“I still can’t believe that they did that to you, Moon!”, Sam texted, still shocked and appalled at the behavior of Doug and Michelle, the judges of “America’s Next Hitmaker”.

Luna grimaced at the memory, but Sam’s concern made the pain go away.

“It’s ok, Sunny. I’m over it! Besides, if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have learned to just be myself.”

Back in her house, Sam felt a wave of relief wash over her.

Luna being upset was something she just wouldn’t accept!

And not just because the mere thought of Luna sent her heart racing.

“That’s great to hear, Moon! I… I really liked your song, btw.”

A blushing emoji was attached to the text, but it didn’t even rival the blush Sam had on right now.

Luna smiled.

Her Sammie was like a huge ray of happiness and sunshine that melted all her concerns away, leaving her with nothing but a fluttering heart and butterfly kisses as she slowly floated on the waters of romantic content.

“Woah. What was that? I sound just like Lucy. Or, well, opposite Lucy from another dimension.”, Luna thought, weirded out by her cheesy monologue.

Still, it wasn’t like it wasn’t true.

Luna sent back a “Thanks, Sammie” text and bid her crush goodnight.

“Anyway, I gotta hit the hay, Sam. It’s really late, and I don’t want to wake Luan up if you make me laugh.”

Sam blushed.

“I make you laugh?”

“Uh, yeah! Your jokes are rocking, dude!”

“This girl is going to be the end of me.”, Sam thought, her face as red as a tomato.

“Thanks, Lunes. And it’s really nice of you to do that for Luan! You’re a great big sister!”

And with that, the conversation ended.

But for Luna, the night was just beginning.

“A great big sister?”, Luna contemplated as she sat back on her pillow and stared at the roof.

She frowned, doubt spreading inside of her.

Luna wasn’t sure that Sam was right.

Not that she was a bad big sister, but…

Was she a great one?

Lori, now there was a great big sister! Always looking out for everyone!

She was more of a “Hey guys, let’s party!” type sister, Luna thought.

Sure, she was fun, but great?

That was a bit of a stretch.

This made Luna feel a little bad.

She had always tried to be a good big sister, but now she wasn’t sure if she deserved the praise.

Luna shook her head.

“Come on, Luna! Chill! Since when are you worried about these things? You try your best to be a good big sister! There’s nothing to worry about!”

But Luna still felt odd as she gazed up at the roof of her room.

All she could hear was the soft beat of her heart (not a bad beat, she noted) and Luan’s muffled laughter from her sleep.

“A bear… Walks into a bar… And orders… And… The bartender… He says… “What do you want?”… And the Bear doesn’t say anything for a solid minute… And then he says “A beer”… And the Bartender says “Why the long pause?”… And the Bear… The Bear says “Because I’m a bear!”… Pause? Paws?... Get it?”

The jokester laughed quietly and went back to sleep.

“…5/10.” Luna thought. “Not bad for this time of night.”

Luna breathed slowly as she looked at the ceiling.

“Am I really a great big sister?”

The question echoed in her mind.

She had no examples of her being a bad one, but her mind just couldn’t come up with a good example either.

“Oh boy.”, she thought sadly.

“I’ve got a bad case of the doubts again.”

Luna was experiencing this feeling more and more frequently as time went on.

First with her music, but now with her family?

“Bogus.”, she thought, annoyed at her minds indecesiciveness at these things.

She sighed as she sat up.

She wasn’t going to sleep any time soon.

Might as well have a midnight snack to sooth the nerves.

There are many sounds that seem small in the morning, but at night, become loud and all powerful.

Like a bump in the night, that forewarns of a ghost, a demon, or perhaps a really clumsy sister who thought she could play soccer at night.

Or maybe a squeak in the rafters, that could be a mouse, a rat or a spooky sister who is writing some more melancholic poetry in the vents, and accidentally drops her pen.

But right now, Luna would have taken the bogeyman’s mother-in-law over the famously creaky Loud House stairs.

The steps looked daunting, as if she were descending into a pit of despair.

Luna gulped.

There had to be a way down that didn’t involve waking everyone up.

But Luna knew there wasn’t.

Believe her, she tried.

If a 4 year old junior Nobel Prize winning prodigy said so, then there was only one way down.

“Well…”, Luna thought, knowing there was no other option. “Here goes nothing…”

She took the first step.

A small creak, but nothing serious.

She shook like a plate of Jell-o (“Mmm, Jell-o. I better ask Dad about that”, she thought), as she nervously took the second step.

This time, there was no sound.

“Hey, maybe this isn’t as hard as I remember!”, Luna thought as she casually stepped on the third one.

CREAK!

Luna nearly got a heart attack from the sound, and looked back.

Shockingly, no door was opened (though Lincoln’s seemed strangely ajar. Probably forgot to close it properly).

Not wanting her brother to get a cold (it was getting mighty chilly in Royal Woods this time of year), Luna quietly snuck back to close his door.

She then approached the stairs again.

“It looks like there’s only one way down.”, she concluded, and she took a big breath.

And ran downstairs like a lunatic.

(Good one, SpongeGuy!)

(Luan! Back to sleep! Also, it was unintentional!)

(Ok, ok!)

Moving on.

Luna had just got away with it. Lynn Sr’s ear twitched for a second at the sound, but he drifted back to his slumber.

“Phew!”, Luna thought as she wiped the sweat off her brow.

She now grinned at the fridge in front of her.

“Bone appetite!”, she thought, and she withdrew a pudding cup from the fridge.

A simple fetch of a spoon later, and Luna was in pudding heaven.

Her eyes blinked dreamily as she savored the sweet gloop.

“Oh yeah… This is so good, I almost forgot why I felt bad in the first place!”, she thought.

As she finished the pudding cup, she took a gander at the living room.

There was the trophy case, shining with all its bestowed achievements.

There was the TV, which needed some dusting.

There was Lincoln, covered in a blanket, crazy look in his eyes, assembling a dresser.

There was Walt’s bird cage, Walt taking a nap.

“Sleep tight, birdie…”, Luna thought, lost in her pudding fueled thoughts…

“Wait!”, Luna shook herself awake and rubbed her eyes.

What was Lincoln doing up in such an hour?

Luna watched as Lincoln, his hands covered with band aids, tried to glue pieces of wood together in a meticulous fashion.

He had blueprints all over the place, tools scattered on the table and more juice boxes than one should have at this time of night.

Or, well, ever.

Lincoln, meanwhile, looked like a mess, mumbling to himself as he assembled the structure.

“Gotta put this piece with this… Then I gotta get some screws… Better get another band aid ready… Gotta be careful… Don’t want anyone to get suspicious…”

Luna was both weirded out and worried.

Her little bro looked exhausted and overworked.

He should be catching Z’s, not trying to build a dresser!

Luna quietly tried to catch his attention, hiding her voice from the others in the house, but not hiding the alarm and concern in her words.

“…Lincoln?”, she said.

Lincoln suddenly turned to greet his sister.

“Gotta go over the blueprints again, hey Luna, and then I…”

Lincoln then realized that Luna was right behind him.

He jumped a meter in the air, her presence startling him almost like an air horn had just been blared in his ears.

“Luna? What… What… What are you doing up?”, he asked, trying to be casual as he leaned on nothing and fell.

He got up and dusted his pyjamas, Luna still staring at him in concern and shock.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed? A… A growing girl needs her sleep!”, he said with a nervous smile, hoping his lame excuse would work.

Luna wasn’t buying what he was selling.

“Dude, I could say the same thing.”, she said, a loving smirk forming on her lips, before she reverted to Big Sister Mode.

“But bro, what are you doing up? What’s with all the wood? And how many juice boxes did you drink?”, she asked, picking an empty one up and giving it a once over.

“…A regular amount. A totally regular amount.”, Lincoln mumbled out, looking a little hyper, his eye twitching.

Luna cocked her eyebrow in doubt.

“…25…”

Luna looked worried, a small frown on her face.

“Lincoln, that’s way too much!”

Lincoln shook from the all the sugar.

“Too much… Or too much?”

Luna shook her head.

“Bro, you are clearly not ok. Come, tell your big sister all about it.”

“Not like it would make much of a difference”, she thought sadly.

Lincoln looked back to his blueprints, and then back to Luna, who smiled encouragingly despite herself.

He sighed.

“I guess I don’t have any choice.”

He separated himself from his work and planted himself on the couch, his eyes distant, as if he were looking into the future rather than the present.

Luna put her pudding cup down on the table, being careful so it won’t spill on any of Lincoln’s things, and she too sat down, putting her arm around Lincoln.

Lincoln was about to say something about how important this all was, but something about Luna’s soft, warm and loving touch, and the tiredness of his bones caused him to rest his head on her legs.

Luna smiled at the gesture and ran her fingers through his hair, caressing his head with soft, gentle strokes.

She flashbacked, and for a second, Lincoln was 5 years old again, so small, so defenseless, so adorable…

Not that he wasn’t now.

But for a moment, Lincoln was her baby bro again.

It felt magical.

But 11 year old Lincoln reappeared, and Luna knew she had to ask an important question.

“Bro… You gotta tell me. What were you doing? I mean, really! Why are you building a dresser at three in the morning?”

Lincoln hesitated.

“You’ll… You’ll laugh.”, he stammered out, fear and embarrassment in his voice.

Luna got a serious look on her face and grabbed hold of Lincoln by his shoulders.

Sure, she was doubting her role as a big sister, but this was more important than her fragile confidence.

This was her brother, her little brother, thinking she’d laugh at him.

“Bro… It’s true that we all mess around sometimes and bust each other’s chops… But there is no way I’m gonna laugh at you if it’s something important.”

She looked him in the eyes.

“This is clearly important. Please… Let me help you. I don’t want you to be sad.”

Lincoln’s hesitation melted away, and he looked up at his big sister.

Luna smiled encouragingly.

“I promise… I won’t laugh.”

Lincoln took a deep breath…

And he started to spill.

“Ok… I’ll tell you.”

He sat up and made himself more comfortable.

“Do you remember the woodshop project I had to do a while ago?”

Luna scratched her chin and tried to remember.

“Uh… Yeah, I think I do. I believe Mom tried to help you, and you sort of passed…”, she said, vaguely remembering the whole affair.

Lincoln shuddered, negative memories of the day flooding into him.

“Yeah… Anyway, so do you also remember that whole week where I tried to stop being predictable?”

Luna shook her head, smiling at the silliness of her brother.

“Yeah, that I remember! That was really silly, Lincoln! You really didn’t need to change yourself!”

Luna laughed.

“Hey, hey, do you remember that you dressed up like a horse?”

Lincoln, despite himself, chuckled softly.

“Yeah, that was… Pretty goofy.”

But there was something pressing on Lincoln’s heart and he had to say it.

“Anyway…”

Luna stopped laughing and refocused, desperate to help Lincoln.

Lincoln struggled with what he had to say, but he powered through.

“Do… Do you ever think about… Legacy, Luna?”, he asked, a twinge of fear in his tone.

Luna nodded, more than familiar with the subject.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do, bro.”

Lincoln looked down, feeling gloomy.

“Well… I’ve been… Thinking about that… And… Well…”

He sighed.

“I… I’m afraid.”

Luna’s eyes widened, her protective instincts kicking in.

“Afraid? Of what, little bro? Tell me, and I’ll deal with it right away!”, she said alarmed, and she stood up in a protective stance.

Luna was ready to get rid of the cause of Lincoln’s fear in an instant.

“It’s not something you can deal with.”, Lincoln informed, wishing it wasn’t true.

Lincoln turned to her, his eyes tearing up for a second.

“I’m afraid of being forgotten.”

Luna sat down and took that revelation in.

Lincoln began to explain.

“I mean, look at the others! Lori’s amazing at golf, Leni will be a great clothes designer, Luan is going to be a famous comedian, Lynn’s already a sports star, Lucy could be a famous poet, Lana’s a great mechanic, Lola’s a pageant queen, Lisa a child prodigy! Lily’s won awards for thumb sucking! And you’re going to have your name in headlights all over!”

Lincoln stood up and pretended to present Luna to an audience of thousands.

“Ladies and gentlemen… The Queen of Rock… The Master of Roll… And everything in between... The one… The only…”

He started to head bang and make rock horns with his fingers.

“LUNA LOUD!”

Luna shushed him, but she couldn’t help but smile softly at that showing of admiration.

Lincoln sat down.

“You’re going to be incredible!”

He then sank down in his seat, his mood deflated.

“But… Little old me? Who’s gonna remember Lincoln Loud?”

Luna frowned sadly, and her heart twisted in pain to hear Lincoln say that.

Lincoln looked at his hands.

“…I’m a nobody.”

Luna wanted to hold Lincoln, to hug him and tell him how special he is, and kiss his forehead again and again, and wipe his tears away.

But she wanted him to finish.

Lincoln wiped a tear and looked at the trophy case.

“But I don’t have to be.”

Luna felt a little less bad now.

“At least Lincoln wasn’t giving up”, she thought.

“So I want to develop my skills. I’m terrible at woodshop, but maybe, just maybe if I work at it, I can be good.”

He started getting a little excited as he picked up some blueprints.

“In two weeks, there’s a competition. I’m building a dresser, and if I’m lucky, well, who knows? Maybe it’ll win.”, he smiled as he showed Luna the plans.

As Lincoln went on to explain the intricacies of the design, Luna couldn’t help but smile proudly at him.

Her little bro was special.

She had to make him see that.

“And once I connect this piece to this…”

Luna put the plans down on the table and looked at Lincoln.

“Lincoln… I think this is all great. I’m sure you’ll succeed.”

Lincoln smiled back.

“But I don’t like to hear you say you’re not special. That is NOT right.”, Luna said, almost firmly.

Lincoln frowned.

“Luna, you think I would just say that if I didn’t mean it? It’s true! I have no talent! That’s why I’m working so hard! So people will remember me!”

He was getting a little too excited, his emotions rising up.

“Step 1 is this. There are so many left to do! And I can’t stop! I don’t have enough time! So I have to work at night too!”

Luna objected, getting annoyed.

“Lincoln! You’ll get hurt like this! You need to sleep!”

Lincoln turned away from her.

“I thought you’d understand! I can’t stand being the loser of the family anymore!”

Luna gasped.

“Lincoln! You are not a loser!”

Lincoln was close to tears now, his anger rising.

“Yes I am! I’m not anyone special! I’m just… Just…”

He let it all out, his eyes closed and his fists clenched.

“I’m just Lincoln Loud! Who cares about that?”

Suddenly, without warning, Luna embraced him with all her strength, her love surrounding him as she enveloped him with her whole soul.

While Lincoln was still reacting to the sudden hug, a surprised look on his face, Luna whispered into his ear, her voice filled with sadness and love.

“I do.”

Tears ran down her face as she left the hug and began to caress his face and wipe his tears.

“I care. I care about what a great guy you are. About how you care so much about everyone. How you think of others, even if takes you a little time to realize you were being selfish.”

Lincoln couldn’t help but chuckle for a moment at that.

Luna continued, smiling lovingly.

“I care… About your stubborn cow lick…”

She playfully ruffled his hair.

“I care… About your cute little nose…”

She booped it, causing Lincoln to laugh.

“Luna! Stop!”, he said, smiling at his sister.

Luna then got closer to him.

“And I care… About my little bro, who I love more than anything.”

She kissed his cheek and hugged him again.

She then looked him in the eyes.

“Now, Linky… I’m not saying that what you’re feeling is invalid. Trust me… I know.”

Lincoln looked surprised.

“You… You do?”, he asked.

Luna smiled.

“Come on, bro. You really forgot about “Lulu”?”

Lincoln couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh yeah! That was… Odd.”

He then frowned.

“But also sad. We didn’t like seeing you like that.”

Luna frowned, remembering the time with a pang of pain in her heart.

“Yeah… That really stunk. I hated it too. I wanted… I wanted to be famous so badly, to make something the whole world will love so much, that I allowed those jerks to take advantage of me. I nearly lost myself. But I learned something important that day. I learned to be me.”

She held Lincoln.

“Lincoln… I want the world to remember you. I want the world to remember me. But fame… It’s not more important than your happiness. You don’t have to be famous to be happy. I know people will remember you.”

She smiled at him.

“People… The right people… They’ll remember you for your kindness… And your sense of humor… And your big heart. Because you can do anything. And you will definitely find that talent.”

She sat back, but left her hand on his shoulder.

“And if it makes you feel any better… I promise to always remember you.”

Lincoln shed a tear but smiled.

“…Thanks, Luna. I… I really needed that.”

Luna smiled her old confident and reassuring grin.

“Anytime, bro. Anytime.”

The two siblings hugged once more.

“Now… How about some shuteye? You can always do it tomorrow. Maybe get Clyde, Liam, Zach, Rusty and Stella to help?”

Luna then put her arm around Lincoln.

“And while I might not be of much help, I will definitely try, if you want me to, that is.”

Lincoln smiled shyly.

“Well… You could play some motivational music.”

Luna grinned.

“Ah, I see! My little “Man With A Plan” needs some musical motivation?”

She ruffled his hair.

Lincoln smiled.

“It would be nice. It’s been a while since you played it.”

Luna took that to heart.

“I’ll try to play it more often.”

Lincoln smiled at her in gratitude.

“Thanks.”

“Anyway, you can ask for my help if you want it.”, Luna offered.

Luna then got a sly grin.

“Or maybeeeeee… You can ask Ronnie Anne?”, she cooed, laughing when Lincoln blushed.

“She’s not my girlfriend!”, he responded automatically.

Luna grinned.

“Funny. Didn’t say anything about that.”

Lincoln blushed even harder.

“I’m just messing with you Bro!”, Luna giggled.

Lincoln stammered.

“It’s not like I could bring her anyway.”

Luna chuckled.

“Lincoln, if you asked, Lori would drive NOW to get her here to help you. And not just because she wants you two together.”

She then thought that over.

“Well… Maybe mostly for that reason. But still.”

Lincoln laughed.

“Yep. That’s Lori for you.”

Luna stood up.

“So… You gonna get some sleep and prepare for tomorrow?”

Lincoln got up, a cocky grin on his face now.

“Yeah, but it’s not like I need to prepare! I am the “Man With The Plan”, remember?”, he said, pointing at himself.

Luna grinned cockily back.

“Oh, that’s how it is? We’re getting cocky now, Bro? That’s how it is?”

Lincoln elbowed her in the side.

“Oh that’s how it is!”

Luna elbowed him back.

“Now THAT’S my little bro. Confident. Self assured. “The Man With A Plan”.”

She smiled proudly at him.

“Don’t you worry. Every little thing is gonna be all right.”

Lincoln turned to her with a smile.

“Bob Marley. Exodus. 1977.”

Luna whistled quietly, impressed.

“You remembered that? Awesome, bro!”

Lincoln complimented her back. “I learned from the best.”

Luna couldn’t help but smile at her little brother.

“Now, let’s get you to bed.”

A few moments later, Lincoln was in bed and Luna was going around the room making sure he had all he needed.

“Let’s see… You’ve got your pj’s, you’re tucked in…”

Just in case, Luna tucked him in a little more, accidentally covering Lincoln completely.

“Uh… Luna?”, Lincoln asked, his voice muffled.

“Whoops!”, Luna said, and she sheepishly removed the blanket from his mouth. “My bad, Lincoln.”

Lincoln nodded.

“It’s ok.”

Luna surveyed the room.

“I think that’s about it…”

Suddenly, she spotted Bun Bun lying on the desk.

“Oh! Almost forgot Bun Bun!”, she said, and she laid him gently next to Lincoln.

“Have some rad dreams, little bro.”, she wished, and she started to leave.

Lincoln was about to sleep, but…

He felt like he was going to have trouble sleeping.

He hesitated.

He really didn’t want to bother Luna, especially after all she had done for him that night.

But how was he gonna get sleep if he couldn’t?

He cleared his throat and caught her attention just before she left the room.

“…Luna?”, he called, almost like a small child.

Luna turned, surprised at the utterance of her name.

“Yeah, Linc?”

Lincoln looked a little embarrassed.

“What if… What if I can’t sleep?”

Luna yawned.

“I don’t know, bro. I’m… I’m pretty pooped myself. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

Lincoln looked really concerned.

“I normally wouldn’t ask this, it’s just… It’s been pretty emotional and I think the juice is taking its toll…”

Suddenly, Lincolns face scrunched up, and he zoomed past Luna, accidentally dropping her to the ground as he dashed into the bathroom.

A few moments later…

“Ah! Sweet relief!”, Lincoln said as he crawled back into bed, Luna back on her feet, if a little dazed.

“Well, that problem is solved. But I’m still too awake.”

For once, “The Man With The Plan” was lost.

“Do you have any suggestions?”

Luna chuckled.

“What are the odds? Of all nights to ask me about this, is the night where I myself can’t sleep. Luan would probably love this.”

But Luna stopped seeing the funny side when she saw just how worried Lincoln was.

Luna furrowed her brow.

She really wanted to help Lincoln. He was going through a tough time, and getting him through this was her responsibility.

But she was just… Luna.

What could she possibly do?

It wasn’t like she had ever…

But suddenly, Lincoln’s pleading face looked very familiar.

Almost…

Almost like…

She’d seen it before.

And then, out of nowhere, she flashbacked.

6 Years ago…

Lynn Sr. and Rita Loud had had a long day.

Lori was still dealing with her awkward phase, and had needed much help with her braces.

Leni was still figuring out how to ride a bike.

Seeing the bike stuck in Mr. Grouse’s toilet, one could say it had not been a successful session.

Luan was trying some new puns, which had earned her the ire of some of the neighbors, who did not appreciate her venture into Ice puns (“Who hates ice puns?”, she had asked innocently. Lynn Sr. had answered with “Well, for one, most comic book fans”.)

Lynn was trying desperately to score a basket in basketball (she refused to believe that she was too short for the adult sized hoop).

Lucy was… Still disappearing at random times.

That was enough to give them heart attacks.

But somehow, all that was nothing compared to this:

“Mommy? Daddy? I… I can’t sleep.”

Lynn Sr. rubbed his eyes in frustration.

“Lincoln, I know it’s hard, son, but you can’t sleep with us.”

Rita chimed in.

“You have to learn how to do it so you can be a big boy.”

Lincoln protested.

“I am a big boy! But it’s hard for me to sleep. And Bun Bun is being VERY talkative about the new Ace Savvy special.”

Rita cocked an eyebrow.

“Is Bun Bun being talkative, or are you being talkative, young man?”

Lincoln shuffled at his feet.

“Well, he started it.”

Lynn Sr. chuckled.

“Oh, well. Who’s turn is it to help Lincoln go to sleep?”

All the sisters (even Lucy) shouted: “Luna!”

Luna, who was not yet the rocking girl we know, but instead a shy, timid girl still finding herself, left her room and went to Lincoln.

She too was tired of his failure to fall asleep, but she didn’t mind it too much.

She actually really liked hanging with her little brother, since he seemed to understand her.

God knows she didn’t understand herself.

The two usually got along great, but even Luna was tired of this.

“Lincoln, no offense, but you really have to stop doing this. We all need to sleep in our own beds.”, she said as she looked at him in his room.

Lincoln hid under the covers.

“But Luna! You guys get to sleep together! I sleep alone!”

Luna smiled playfully.

“That’s not true! You have Bun Bun!”

She then took Bun Bun and pretended to talk like him.

“Yeah, Linky! Don’t forget me!”

Lincoln laughed and Luna grinned.

Her brothers happiness was one of the few things she seemed capable of doing.

Lincoln was still upset though.

“But it’s really hard. I’m… I’m afraid. I’m not as strong or smart or cool as you guys. What if something happens to me? Who will protect me?”

Luna’s heart hurt after hearing that.

Sure, she was dog tired, but her baby brother needed her.

The least she could do was make him feel better.

She crawled into his bed and hugged him.

“First of all, you are special! No one is as sweet as you!”, she said, booping his nose, causing him to giggle.

She raised her finger.

“And secondly, we will all protect you! And right now, it’s my shift!”

She squeezed him.

“Don’t worry, little brother! I’ll help!”

But…

What could she do?

She didn’t have any talents.

She thought and she thought, and suddenly, it came to her.

She remembered that when she was young, she loved listening to lullabies. She never knew why, but their soft beat made her feel…

Rocking?

That felt right, for some reason.

Who knows?

Anyhow, she thought that maybe music could help.

And that’s when she remembered a song that came on the radio.

For some reason that seemed almost magical to Luna, she had a knack for remembering song titles, so it didn’t take long for Luna to find the lyrics on Lori’s phone.

“Don’t worry, Lincoln! Your big sister has a song for you!”, she said, and she began to sing.

Luna smiled happily at the memory, her soul warming from the moment.

She knew what to do.

She sat down next to Lincoln.

She smiled that proud, loving smile.

She began to hug him, and Lincoln settled into the hug, feeling all her warmth and love.

It was like all the years of love she had for him had left her heart and tucked him into bed.

She ruffled his hair…

She kissed his nose…

She took a deep breath…

“Don’t worry, Lincoln! Your big sister has a song for you!”

She opened her mouth…

And she began to sing.

“They didn't have you where I come from Never knew the best was yet to come…”

She caressed his face.

“Life began when I saw your face And I hear your laugh like a serenade…”

She felt his hands hold her tight.

“How long do you wanna be loved Is forever enough, is forever enough How long do you wanna be loved Is forever enough 'Cause I'm never, never giving you up…”

She ran her hand through his white hair, and she gazed lovingly into his eyes, wondering how she could be so blessed.

She got into the bed for a second to hold him even closer.

“I slip in bed when you're asleep To hold you close and feel your breath on me Tomorrow there'll be so much to do So tonight I'll drift in a dream with you…”

She slipped out.

Lincoln’s eyes had begun to droop, and he had a soft smile on his face.

“How long do you wanna be loved (how long do you wanna be loved) Is forever enough, is forever enough How long do you wanna be loved (how long do you wanna be loved) Is forever enough 'Cause I'm never, never giving you up…”

Luna began to back away slowly, while Lincoln closed his eyes.

“As you wander through this troubled world In search of all things beautiful You can close your eyes when you're miles away And hear my voice like a serenade How long do you wanna be loved (how long do you wanna be loved, do you wanna be loved) Is forever enough, is forever enough How long do you wanna be loved (how long do you wanna be loved, do you wanna be loved) Is forever enough 'Cause I'm never, never giving you up How long do you wanna be loved (how long do you wanna be loved, do you wanna be loved, do you wanna be loved) Is forever enough, is forever enough How long do you wanna be loved (how long do you wanna be loved, do you wanna be loved, do you wanna be loved) Is forever enough 'Cause I'm never, never giving you up Is forever enough 'Cause I'm never, never giving you up…”

Luna came back to kiss him on the head.

“You’re going to be incredible, bro. I just know it.”

She tip toed to the door, her bother already fast asleep, but dreaming wonderful dreams of tomorrow.

She began to close the door, and took one last look.

He was like an angel.

Luna remembered how much she loved him.

And she whispered, with all her heart…

“Goodnight, Bro. I… I love you. More than anything. Forever.”

Luna closed the door softly.

She went back to her room and got into bed, narrowly avoiding Luan with her foot.

As she began to drift off herself, she thought one last thing, that made her doubt finally go away.

“Huh…”, she smiled.

“Guess I am a pretty good big sister after all…”

Post Credit Scene:

Lisa looked at Lola and Lana, annoyed at the interruption of her work.

“And may I venture forth a quarry that I shall surely regret?”

Lola and Lana nodded.

Lisa pinched the bridge of her nose.

“What in the name of Einstein do you want?”

Lola and Lana both smiled giddily.

“We’re playing an imagination game! Wanna play?”

Lisa sighed.

“As much as I would love to…”

“Liar.”, Lynn said as she passed.

Lisa stared at Lynn, annoyed.

“As I was saying, I am not interested. I have far more pressing matters to attend to. Besides, what’s so great about imagination?”

Lola and Lana gasped, their hands holding their cheeks.

“Lisa! You can do anything with…”

Lola and Lana both made a rainbow with their hands.

“Iiimaaagiiinaaationnnn!...”

Lisa stared at the rainbow.

“That was against all the laws of physics. Revolting.”

Lola continued, ignoring the statement.

“With… Iiiimaaagiiinationnnn… I can be whatever I want!”

She pretended to have a hook and an eye patch.

“A pirate! Arrgh!”

She pretended to hold a football.

“A football player! Hup!”

Lana chimed in.

“A 6 year old girl who loves mud!”

Lisa stared blankly at Lana.

“Lana, you already are a 6 year old girl who loves mud. Some would say too much.”

Lana beamed proudly.

“See? It’s fun!”

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