Charlotte's asleep, rolled onto her side, her eyes twitching as she breathes in and out. She's lightly gripping the sheets in her fists, snoring softly.
Cooper walks into the bedroom slowly, hesitantly, and crawls onto the mattress, scooting closer to his wife. He nudges her. "Char." He shakes her. "Charlotte," he says again, his breathing labored, his voice low and raspy. He slaps her gently on the shoulder. "Charlotte."
She jerks and swallows. "The house had better be on fire, you had better be bleedin', or one of the kids had better be hurt."
"Char," he repeats.
She groans and rolls onto her back. She turns her head and looks at him. "What?"
He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. He inches even closer to her and wraps his arms around her, clinging to her and burying her head into the crook of her neck.
She can feel the warmth of tears dripping down her husband's cheek, so she completes the embrace and slides her fingers through his hair while she runs her hand up and down his back. "What happened?"
He starts to shake, clutching her shirt, as a few muffled sobs escape.
She pushes him back and lifts his head. "What is it, Coop?"
"Violet, um, she, uh, she's—."
That's all she needs to hear. She pulls him back into her and rests her chin on the top of his head as she continues to hold him.
A few minutes later, he separates from her and grips her hips as he showers her with kisses. He presses his lips against hers, and then skims them across her jawbone and down her neck, kissing along her collarbone next.
She lets out a satisfied sigh and pulls on his hair. "Coop," she whispers.
"Shhh." He moves his hand across her stomach and down her right thigh.
She pushes him back and shakes her head. "Coop."
He tilts his head back and pouts his lips. "Please."
She's about to answer him when just then she hears the triplets' boisterous cries echo through the baby monitors on her nightstand. She sighs and looks at Cooper. "Is she ok?" She knows the answer or at least she's pretty sure she knows the answer, but she asks anyway.
"Do you need a ride to the hospital?"
He shakes his head and rolls out of bed.
He nods. "Uh-huh."
"I'm gonna go get the babies. I'll have Mason help me."
"No, I'll help."
She shakes her head. "Go to the hospital, Coop. I can handle it." She yawns. She'd give anything just to go back to sleep, but that's not going to happen. She gives him a quick peck on the lips and looks up at him. "Go. I'll be fine. It's you I'm worried 'bout."
He offers her a small smile and kisses her again. "I love you," he whispers.
His voice cracks and it makes her chest tighten. She wraps her arms around him and rests her head on his chest. "It's gonna be ok."
He completes the embrace and nods. He hopes she's right. He gives her one last kiss on the lips before he follows her out of the bedroom. While she disappears into the nursery, he continues down the hallway, down the stairs, and then out the door. God, he hopes she's right.
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