Tonight, tonight, tonight, you are my music.

Move my heart like a metronome

Tonight, tonight, tonight, I want to lose it.

I'll be the only song you'll ever know.

I treat you like an instrument.

Let me be your Beethoven.

Play you like an instrument.

Let me be your Beethoven.

The babies quieted down, listening to their mother sing to them. It seemed to calm them down a bit, but once he stopped, they started crying again, but luckily Sebestian entered the room with four warm bottles and a smile on his face.

"What?" Allen asks as he carefully picks up Brandon and places him on the bed so he...