A/N: 2 little chapters to cut Pearl some slack lmao she's exhausted and a silly goose okay xoxoxoxo
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“Don’t worry baby, we’ll get through this. Let’s try again, yes?”
You rubbed your sons back before applying the reliever-inhaler again. Carefully resting your shaky hand just above his shivering shoulder blades, you let him take a few puffs, his teary eyes looking at you just so wearily. Both of the twins had the same dark, piercing eyes that Ghost had. Of course they fucking did. If there is one thing that must be deeply encoded in the Riley genes, it must be those. On good days you would love the fact they shared them with him, but lately you would just hate him for it.
“You’re doing so well,” you tried to comfort him, counting the seconds until Grace would finally arrive. You knew that this was not one of his normal asthma attacks. It was really hard for him to talk and the ongoing wheezing sent all kinds of horror scenarios through your head.
Once the door finally rang, you carried him up and grabbed his green duffle coat that you just wrapped around him in your arms, you were too much in a hurry to properly put it on his struggling body.
That damned, green coat. Ghost had bought one for each of the twins, saying that he had that exact same thing when he was just a “little bloke”. One week after, he’d come home dressed in exactly that. A pine green, duffle coat. He said that he couldn’t resist. You still hear the giant’s loud, raspy laugh as he proudly presented it to you three sat on the couch and had Archy scream with pure excitement.
“Hey baby, heyyy…Oh dear,” Grace frowned and stroked the blonde strands of Archy's hair aside, watching the little man hiccup and cry into you.
“Thank you so much for coming…I’m so sorry for this again. Middle of the night… I…-“
König rested his big palm on your shoulder as he could see you clearly panic. Understandably so. He would always go the extra mile to let you know that this is nothing to apologize for. You nodded shakily and messily wrapped a scarf around your neck.
“Sh-She is still asleep, so…Feel free to…Just…I don’t know when I’ll be back, so...” you tried to keep control of the situation, when it is all so clearly out of yours.
“I’ll watch her, no matter how long it will take. You go with Grace.” The Austrian comforted you. As he always would. The caring words bittersweet - you wished for Ghost to be around to say these things to you. Their actual father.
6 months.
6 months of being woken up by your son’s sudden wheezing and coughing. Always juggling between “Is this still normal?” and the ER.
6 months of sending the children around so that you could work nightshifts at the club, something that once filled you with joy now just draining and leaving you with swollen ankles. And it’s not like paranoia magically disappeared when you were on stage. With your mind occupied with your children’s wellbeing at all times, there was now no space for your own.
“Thank you so much Grace.”
Sat in the familiar comfort of your best friend’s car, you now had a really hard time holding up the posture you tried to keep up for your distressed son. It crumbled with every wheeze. Every cough leaving him threatening to break another hole into it until you’d eventually collapse. At this point you were practically waiting to collapse. The glass that was your mental state always filled up just to the ridge, threatening to overflow any second.

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