Book 7: They're Gone

Rose

It’s almost dark outside when I open my eyes. I vaguely remember falling asleep, but it seems like it was much earlier in the day when I did that, so I’m astonished that none of the babies have woken me up.

Yawning, I sit up and note that the sounds coming from outside are not nearly as loud now as they were before either, and I have to wonder if the battle is over.

It seems crazy that I could fall asleep with a war raging on outside of my window and four babies sleeping in my room, but giving birth and then taking care of four babies, even with help, is exhausting. I’m so lucky to have help, like the healers and nurses from Mark’s pack.

And Retta. She’s been unexpectedly helpful.

Sitting up, I look at the closest bassinet, Trisha’s, and see that my baby isn’t in there. I think that’s strange, and a little alarm goes off in my head, but I remind myself that someone probably just took her to change her diaper or rock her.

But