Hundred and eighty

THREE MONTHS LATER

Arabella gasped, rolling on the large bed, hands clasped over her stomach and her eyes wide with tears.

Staggering out of bed, panting, she wiped the sweat from her forehead.

It wasn't a nightmare that woke her; those had somewhat stopped since she accepted Blaze wouldn't return.

Plus, she was grateful they had stopped, as it wasn't fun waking up each day seeing Blaze's helpless, lifeless form while she wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Now, she had been rudely awaken by her children. They seemed to think it was a good idea to kick her.

This wasn't the first kick, though, but it was the most intense. Rubbing her hands over her protruding stomach, only five months gone, she felt the pressure as they continued to kick.

"Are you alright?" Sandro's voice came from the door. He stood there in plain pajama bottoms.

His hair was tousled as though he had brushed his hands into it several times to give it that messy look, and his eyes were tired, trying to stay awake