Tate's POV
Violet has woken up and they diagnosed her with pneumonia. They said she was lucky she didn't get scarlet fever and die but she's already dead.
They put her on antibiotics and bed rest for 2 weeks.
"You had me really scared" I tell Violet
"I'm sorry, maybe I should of gone earlier, I hadn't been feeling well for a while" she frowns.
"It's not your fault. Just warn me next time." I laugh.
We get home and the kids run towards us screaming "MOMMY!!!!"
I stop them.
"Mommy is very sick, you need to be nice and quiet and good so she can get better, okay?"
I whisper.
"Okay daddy" they frown.
"I still love you!" Violet laughs.
"Yay! Mom loves us!" Mike yells and hugs Matt.
They really have become so close.
The doctors said Vi was safe to breast feed as long as she pumped it into a bottle first.
Vi took out the pump and attached it to her breast.
Milk began filling up the bottle. She switched to the next.
After she was done she smiled.
"I've been aching to empty out for 2 days now!" she laughs.
She gave the bottle to me and I have it to Matt.
"He likes this so much better than formula" I whisper to Vi since Matt fell asleep.
She smiles.
"I'm really tired" she sighs.
"Go to bed I can watch the kids for you" I assure her.
"Okay, thanks." She hugs me.
She walks into the bedroom.
Violets POV
I'm so exhausted!
I climb into our comfy bed and drift off quickly.
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I honestly don't know where I'm going with this story! I feel like it's gone to shit and I may or may not end it just a heads up.
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Murder House Present
Teen FictionTate and Violet are both full of sorrow and longing. Maybe they're not broken just cracked. Either way they need eachother. See what happened after Murder House...
