[A/N I guess you guys know I couldn't end it in 3 more chapters your welcome]
Roc P.O.V
I almost fell down from the odor and view I had to see. Yn didn't looked she just focused on getting Hayden off the bed. I don't think she noticed until.
Hayden: Daddy where's Cayden
I just stepped back and there he was unfortunately dead. I could feel Yn her emotion to it. She didn't even look at his morphed body. She picked Hayden up and walked out the house. I don't think Yn could take seeing him so I called 911 which wasn't needed cause he was gone fa show. When they got here they said he was gone I said I knew and they took him away. After that I got in the car to see a sleep Hayden and Yn starring into space like she had something on her mind. I know who it is . . . . .
Yn P.O.V
I couldn't stand it . . . that view he was 3 DANG IT ONLY THREE HE'S MY BABY WHAT DID HE DO . . . . . A little after I put Hayden in her car seat Roc called the ambulance which just proved my point right he was dead. Then he came back in the car.
Roc: baby
Yn: yeah
Roc: I love you
Yn: (tear) love you too
After that he kissed my forehead and hugged me while I silently cried in his arm. A little after that he drove us home and he put Hayden to sleep and came to bed with me. Cayden I love you . . . . . Mommy misses you. Me and Roc couldn't sleep so we just layed there facing each other until we fell asleep.
??: come here
Cayden: let me go . . . Mommy .... daddy
??: their not here they think your dead, not for long though
Cayden: (crying) I want my mommy
??: you think I give a fuck what you want now shut up and sleep
Cayden:(crying)
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Poor baby
Poor Yn
Poor Hayden
Pure torture
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