Keaton's POV
"Come on, open your eyes," I beg wiping more tears that have been falling down her cheeks. She's been crying in her sleep ever since she shifted back about 3 in the morning. I hate seeing her like this. "I want to see those pretty eyes. Please wake up." She's been more or less asleep since yesterday when the doctor sedated her. "You need to wake up. The boys have been asking for you."
"Babies...." she mumbles in her sleep. She moves her hand grabbing my thumb that's on her cheek with her whole hand. Her hands are so small. She is so small and so good. How could anyone want to hurt her?
"Yeah. That's right. Brandon and Olly. They want to see their mother. They're worried about you." I say. It's true. They were asking for her when I fed them breakfast. Justin and
