Aimee's POV
When I woke up the next morning and I had a sick feeling in my stomach.
It was still really early and kind of dark outside.
I looked over at Michael and gently stroked his face.
I sighed softly and threw the covers off of me.
I grabbed my robe as I walked out of our room and down the hallway to check on my babies.
I pushed open the door to Harry's room, he was curled up, fast asleep.
Then I checked on the girls, they were fast asleep as well.
I smiled to myself and walks downstairs slowly.
I couldn't shake the feeling I had in my stomach.
It felt like something was wrong. Terribly wrong. And I just couldn't figure it out.
I walked to the fridge and opened it, grabbing a carton of orange juice.
I poured myself a cup and walked over to the window.
It had snowed last night. It looked beautiful.
The snow made a beautiful blanket over the yard, everything covered in the purest of white.
I took a sip and smiled. Maybe the kids would like to make a snow man today.
I suddenly heard footsteps coming down the stairs, making a creak.
Frightened I looked up at the stairs, Bella stood there, rubbing her eyes.
Her curls were a mess. I giggled softly.
"Babygirl, why are you up?" I asked as I watched her
"..can you come lay with me.." she said softly as she held her teddy bear by his arm.
I smiled softly. "Of course honey, go lay down. I'll be right there."
She turned and walked her little booty back upstairs.
I looked outside once again at the snow and noticed something.
There was a track of footprints leading to the road across my yard to the window.
I swallowed.
There was a mark on the window as if someone was looking in.
I swallowed harder.
I shut the blinds quickly, and walked upstairs to lay with Bella.
(It's been forever but hey why not, 20+ comments to continue!)
