Love Scars(Under Major Editing)

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

Kate's POV:

3½ YEARS LATER

"Lucian"
"Luca"
"Lucia
"And Lucy get down here now". I shouted.

You must be wondering who are they right.

I gave birth to triplets I went through my pregnancy alone again its so sad that I had to this alone again.

I pushed back the memories that happen three and a half years ago, that was some deep shit.

"Mummy it was Luca". Lucy said running towards me.

My babies are going to turn three tomorrow while Lucian is going to turn four the other day.

"Luca!". I called and he came with all the flour on his hands.

"Busted". They all shouted and I chuckled.

You see Luca is the trouble maker and the oldest of the triplets, never have a thought that he'd make the most mess but eventually he always does.

"Where's Lucian and Lucia?". The shouted walking in. 

"Here mum". Lucian said walking with Lucia at his side holding her hands.

Even though she's the one that came out second she's the smallest Luca and Lucy literally were bigger than her.

She wore glasses due to one of the twins kicking her in the eyes while she was in my tummy so Lucian protects her because she can't sees good.

"Where we going tomorrow?". I asked them with a smile on my face.

"The amusement park". They shouted in unison and I covered my ears almost being deaf.

"What did I say about the shouting?". I said putting both hands on my waist. 

"Sowwy mum". They said giving me a hug.

"Busted". They all shouted mocking Luca and I chuckled.

"So". Luca said sticking out tongue.

"Okay let's go we have to eat breakfast then go to school". They started walking towards the dining room and I placed plates on the table.

"Pancakes mummy". Lucia said.

"Yes baby pancakes". I kissed her cheeks before making the pancakes.

"Mummy can we have ice cweam". And I knew that was Lucy.

"No baby tomorrow you can get ice cream yeah my baby?". I said from where I was mixing the batter.

"Okay mummy". She yelled before saying sorry for yelling.

Finishing the pancakes I placed in all four plates and they started digging in.

I looked at them as they giggled and ate, I really love my children but it's been hard these past few years.

For two year olds there big expect for Lucia.

"Mum were finished". They said in unison.

"Go get you bags and meet me at the door and Lucian remember".

"Yes mum no one goes outside". He said smiling at me.

They ran up the stairs to go fetch there bags.

When I was finished cleaning the kitchen I went to the front door seeing my babies.

They all looked just like their father who I missed so much but I can't cry for someone who kept hurting me.

And for what reason though? I can't answer that question because I had no answer for it.

I'm sick of it and keep asking myself why, but I guess I won't get my answer.