Time and time again.

Storms and threats

Skylar's POV

There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. The skies were dark, only lighting up to the spirts of lightning. The thunder wakes the babies as I get up to comfort them. I pick up Logan and then Rylee, rocking them genitally in my arms. 3:10 AM the clock reads. Only 3:10. I lay the babies in mine and Wren's bed hoping that they'll stay calm for just a minute more so I can make them bottles. I rush to the kitchen and prepare the milk for the babies until I hear Logan start to fuss again. I walk back into the room and pick him up as Rylee lays peacefully on the bed, dosing back off to sleep. I put the nipple of the bottle to Logan's mouth and he gladly takes it, starting to gulp down the milk as fast as a baby could. About 2 ounces in, I burp him and let him finish his bottle. I lay him down and do the same with Rylee. 3:40 AM the clock reads. Only 3:40. I lay the babies back in their cribs and gather my clothes before hoping in the shower. I let the warm water run into my brown hair and down my back. I scrub my body and  wash my hair, hopping out of the shower and getting dressed. I gather my bag with my weapons and extra clothes, getting ready for work. I kiss Wren on the head and leave a note about the upcoming storm. I hop onto my bike and off to the office I head.

As I pull into the office, one of my main workers rush up to me jumbling over words.

"Tyler, you need to take a breath and explain what is happening." He takes a breath and frantically explains a note that was left on the door, now in my office. I nod and walk in greeting my night crew.

4:10 AM my watch reads. Only 4:10. I shake my head and sit down to read the note. It's a threat. One of our enemies has sent yet another threat. But this time, it involves Wren and the kiddos. No one threatens my family.

(Yet again another weak ass chapter, the next will be longer :)) )