yeah, for a minute I forgot what chapter this was. Anyhoo, this is the end, I'm posting the first chapter of the next one in a few minutes. yay!

Chapter… six

Emily's POV

The triplets were officially eight months old and sleeping through the night. Oh boy were Ryan and I happy.

That's why we got worried when we were woken up by Jeremy and Liam freaking out.

" I got it." Ryan said, getting up. I listened to him walked out, then turned to look at the clock. It was two AM.

" ugh, I thought they were over this!" I cried.

" Emily!" Ryan shouted. " Call 911!" I jumped up and ran to the nursery, cordless phone in hand.

" What's wrong?" I asked.

" Look and listen to Molly." I looked in the purple crib, dialing the number. Molly was deathly pale and looked like she was having trouble breathing.

" hello what is your emergency?"

" my daughter, she's having trouble breathing." I said. (A/N I've called 911 twice in my life, once when I was six and my sister 'fell' down the stairs, and the other was when I was ten and had a large shard of glass in my leg that I couldn't get out, thanks to my 'loving' sister. And I forgot how it worked.)

" have you tried CPR?" the nurse asked.

" have we tried CPR?" I asked Ryan, who was holding Molly oddly.

" What do you think I'm doing? It's not working!" He cried.

" Yeah, it didn't work."

" have you tried-"

" Listen lady!" I shouted. " my eight month old daughter can't breath if there's not an ambulance down here soon, so help me I'll go down there and strangle you with your own vocal cords!""

" okay, I'll put you threw to the Hospital."

" you mean… ahh!" I shrieked in anger. " These people!"

Well, finally an ambulance came to get Molly I stayed home to watch Jeremy and Liam. I called Sharpay and told her what happened, then I called Troy and Gabi, and Kelsi and Jason, finally Taylor and Chad. Then I sat in the nursery rocking in the rocking chair.

Ryan's POV

I was scared. I was scared out of my mind. I sat in the waiting room, walking back and forth. I nearly had a heart attack when my cell phone rang.

" Hello?" I asked, it was Emily.

" Any word?" she asked.

" No, not yet." I looked up. A doctor was walking toward me. " Emily I have to go, I'll call you in a minute. Is she okay?" I asked. The doctor smiled

" I have good news and bad news. The good news, your daughter's fine. The bad news, I believe she may have asthma."

" that makes sense, she had breathing problems when she was born."

" yes well, you're going to want to get a pecial breathing machine. She'll need to use it at least once a day, no matter what (A/n I don't have asthma, but my step cousin has asthma, and she has to use a breathing machine everyday.). You can take her home now, but make an appointment soon, just to be safe." I nodded then went to go get Molly from the room where a nurse was waiting with her. I called Sharpya to come get me and then called Emily.

" hello? Hey, She's fine. The doctor says she has asthma and we need to make an appointment."

" Okay, great."

" how are the boys?" I asked.

' had some trouble getting them back to sleep, but their fine." She sounded tired. I smiled.

" when I get home, you're going to bed. I'll take care of the kids." I told her.

" But…"

" no Emily, you're going to sleep, you need it."

" oh thanks." She said sarcastically. I laughed.

" you know what I mean." I said.

" yeah, I know."

" hey, I got to go, Sharpay's here." I said.

" okay, talk to you when you get home."

" love you."

" love you too."

" bye." I hung up and shoved the phone in my pocket. Then I picked up Molly and we headed to Sharpay's car.

" Is she alright?" Sharpay asked, getting out of her car and looking worriedly at Molly.

" she's fine now. The doctor says she has asthma." I explained. Sharpay looked at Molly.

" Poor Baby." She cooed, bending to kiss Molly's cheek. We got in the car and she drove me home.

" Thanks Shar." I said. Sharpay didn't have a car seat so I had to hold Molly through out the ride.

" anytime Ryan." She said, then backed out of the driveway." I walked into the house and made my way upstairs. Emily was asleep in the chair and Liam and Jeremy were standing in their cribs, clinging to the bars so they wouldn't fall. Neither had learned to stand on their own yet, but that was okay, they were only eight months. I laid Molly in her crib and I walked over to Emily on the rocking chair.

" she really did do a good job on that chair." I said, then as I reached out to touch her shoulder I stopped, she looked so peaceful. Her long red hair was in a half bun. She was still wearing my old Collage tee shirt to bed with shorts. I snapped out of it and touched her shoulder. Her eye lids fluttered open.

" hmm?" she asked, looking up at me.

" Come on, you're going to bed." I told her, she groaned, but got up. I walked her to the bedroom and she laid down, but didn't go to sleep.

" Ryan…" she said, looking up at me.

" yeah?" I asked.

" I love you." She answered.

" I love you too."