.:You Are My Sunshine:. FrancexLittle!Reader

"Oh, mon peu fille, why do you cry?" he asks softly, picking the two year old up and cradling her in his arms. She never did grow out of the phase of waking her parents up in the middle of the night. Her father, much to her mother's anger, would always give her love whenever she sniffled in the slightest, resulting in the spoiled baby she is now.

Promptly responding with a little gurgling noise, her cries die down into small sniffles and her smiles. "Did you just want some love, mon bebe?" he smiles as she cuddles up to him, letting out a small, muffled yawn. Cute.

"Papa..." she mumbles, looking up at him with soft, tired (e/c) eyes.

"Mh, oui, c'est quoi?"

"Chanter..." she murmurs, although it comes out as more of a 'shawni.' He understands the baby girl wants him to sing, regardless of the way she pronounced the French word in her sleepy state. He smiles and gently pecks her forehead, mumbling something about how cute she is.

"You are my sunshine," he sings gently, his voice soft and warm even in his own sleepy state. "My only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are grey," he continues as she cuddles into his chest again, slowly being lulled to sleep by the calming song. "You'll never know dear," her body begins to calm in his arms, "how much I love you," her breathing begins to shallow out as he takes her to her crib and gently sets her down.

"Please don't take my sunshine away," he sings quietly, smiling at the peaceful baby.