after a short nap you wake up to the noise of your twins cooking in the kitchen with your dad. your mom never cooked dinner, because your dad loved to cook. you look to the other end of the couch and see anthony sleeping.
" y/n you're awake, look at the children. " your mom smiles coming in from outside. you smile and stand up stretching. you walk over to the kids and tickle them. they giggle and fall to the floor. your dad gives you a weary look. you question the look but you don't say anything about it.
" wake up anthony will, dinners almost ready. " your dad says.
" baby, wake up dinners ready. " you say shaking him awake. he won't move so you shake him more. he's not a heavy sleeper so he should wake up. you start to panic so you shake him harder, he doesn't move. you check his pulse quietly trying not to draw any attention. nothing. you shake him more and scream his name.
" Anthony! wake up! " tears streaming down your face your mother runs in. she checks his pulse and feels nothing she grabs her phone and dials 9-1-1.
" hello could you send an ambulance - " you pass out.
" y/n breath calmly, you're okay, your kids are okay, and anthony's in surgery. " a nurse speaks quickly. you look around quickly, the whole room starts to spin. you grab onto the bed sheets and your face gets bright red. you lean over the bed and puke on the ground.
