Violet
The next three weeks became a routine I hated and loved at the same time.
Wake up.
Take care of Thane.
Recover from surgery.
Go to the hospital.
Sit beside Faith, Keith and Zoey for as long as the nurses would let me.
Come home without them.
Repeat.
Every single day.
Doom went with me whenever he could.
When club business pulled him away, Valerie came.
Sometimes Daddy.
Sometimes Ethan.
But I never missed a day.
Not once.
My babies were learning to breathe without as much help.
Learning to regulate their temperatures.
Learning to eat.
Growing.
Fighting.
And every night, I kissed them goodbye.
Every night, it hurt.
“You need to eat, Woman.”
I stared at the sandwich Doom had put in front of me.
“I'm not hungry.”
“Didn't ask if your ass was hungry.”
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