Our Three Little Miracles: Sequel to Save Me Before It's Too Late

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

-Katniss's POV-

I wake up and stretch. I pick BlueBell up. (Remember her? Annie gave her as a get well gift.) bluebell was cuddled up with my babies. I pick up Rye. Peeta left to go to the bakery early and Willow, Hunter are still asleep.

I set Rye down and stare at him smiling. "Hi Rye. I know that you are around your daddy more but I just want to let you know that I'm your mommy and I love all 3 of you the same." I say.

He must of understood me I guess because then he cuddles up to me. I kiss his head and rock him. He looks up at me with his gorgeous grey eyes. "You and Willow rock my eyes better then me." I laugh.

He giggles. After a while I hear 2 cries. Then Rye starts crying. I put Rye in his breakfast seat. I grab Hunter and Willow and do the same with them. After I breastfeed them all they start kicking their feet giggling. I smile and pick them up setting all 3 on my lap as they watch SpongeBob.

Rye starts playing with my fingers. I'm guessing he likes me now. I smile and wrap a blanket around us all. They all fall asleep and Peeta comes in. He puts the kids to bed and we cuddle on the couch.

I'm on his lap and my head is on his chest. He plays with my hair. I wonder when we will get married. We have 3 2 week old babies so it's not time to do that right now.

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I wake up sobbing and shaking. I look next to me and Peeta is sleeping soundly asleep. I barely sleep anymore. I had the worst dream.

It's just memories. Dad dying, Willow not breathing at first, Peeta getting tortured, Delly kissing Peeta (but I thought they both were) Gale abusing me, just so many terrible memories. I go out to the balcony, this is where I go to think.

After nightmares there is this pain in my chest, where I just can't breathe. I don't know if it's just anxiety or something else. I stand on top of the gate where I'm 4 stories high from the ground. If I die the triplets won't have a mother, I can't do that to them. I really badly just want to jump off and let the wind take me.

I get off the gate and head towards the crib. I hear 2 steady breathes. Willow isn't breathing. I feel her pulse. It's still there. Not weak nor strong. I grab the breathing machine and attach the oxygen mask to her face.

She is too little for an inhaler. I give it 10 minutes like the doctor recommended. I check her breathing. She's okay. I take a sigh of relief and keep the machine next to the crib. I sit on the corner of the kings sized bed Peeta and I share and watch them sleep.

"I can't loose you guys too." I whisper.

I just can't afford to think like that.