13 Months Later

Chapter 1

Fionna's POV

I sat in the kitchen, flipping through a book Cake had given me. Marshal was at the bar managing for me. The triplets asleep in their cribs upstairs. I was listening intently incase of one wrong thing. I sighed in my head and smiled down at the ring Marshal had given me, in promise to keep me and hold me forever. Marriage after only a month, and kids too. So far, it was working out. Cake has yelled at me several occasions about my life choices. Moving out of my old apartment into a small house outside of town with Marshal.

I got up eventually from the table and checked the clock. It was almost 3. As much as I loved the silence, according to Brian I needed to start getting them up from their naps. I approached the stairs when a knock at the door stopped me. I blinked.

Since the whole Marshal knocking me up and then marrying me thing, people have avoided me. I didn't mind. The people I actually liked stuck around. More or less.

I opened the front door, and it was one of the people I didn't like so much. I saw Iggy standing outside, looking at the small porch area. I gave a subtle cough. "Can I help you?" I asked him, folding my arms over my chest. I wasn't worried about him staring at me. I was wearing Marshal's old hoodie from college and a pair of jeans, my hair pulled into a high messy bun. Ig smiled at me.

"Hey Fi, how are you?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow.

"Can I help you?"

"Oh come on! You're not going to at least humor me?" He asked me. I groaned and let my head fall back and I reached to shut the door. I started to close and he stopped me. I groaned and answered reluctantly.

"I am well. I am a mother. What do you want?" I asked more aggravated.

I could hear stirring in the room. I was sure it was just them starting to wake up, but something felt off. "Please hurry, I need to get my kids." I said firmly, ready to slam it on his face should he not hurry.

"I wanted to know, well, since I'm back in town, I was hoping you'd want to you know, go out sometime. Get some coffee?" He offered. I looked at him. His tall, broad stature, his fiery red hair and golden eyes. I had been attracted to him once, but not again.

"I'll think about it." I said moving to close the door again. He stopped me again. This time, I knew something was wrong. I heard a crash upstairs. I turned to go run, and Igneous grabbed me. I pushed against him and he wouldn't let go. I kicked him then. He let go and I ran up the stairs to their room, which was normally open. I tried to open it.

It was locked.

I rammed my shoulder into it.

Again.

Again.

Again.

It broke down finally and then I saw the unthinkable, my children were getting kidnapped. The jackass climbing out the window. I ran to the window and then down the stairs, past the front door. When I got to the bottom of their window, I saw him running. I heard my kids screaming. I ran.

"Stop!" I screamed, running faster. Pissed I didn't take B's advice and jog while Marshal watched the kids.

It didn't stop though. I yelled, and caught the attention of neighbors.

Some tried to stop, some pulled out their phones.

A car pulled up in front of the asshole. I ran faster now. Pushing myself, tripping over the roots and the feet beneath me. I saw the car door opening. I heard the crying of the triplets as they were put into the backseat, the man running to the passenger and they drove off.

And then they were gone.

I fell finally, sliding on the gravel. I saw others looking at me from the side line and immediately called 9-11.

I laid their. I didn't move. It felt like the Earth and all of time had stopped then and there.

And I cried.

My children, were gone, and I was there. My children were gone. I felt a hand grab me. I was ready to punch someone and this instinct took flight, gladly they dodged cause it was Mocro. He looked at me confused and concerned. He was in his dark suit, trench and hat. He recently got a promotion to detective, they moved him around from different offices. PI, Under Cover, Homicide, Drugs, Kidnapping. Please dear glob...

"Fionna it'll be okay." He said. He walked me back to my house, where cops slowly started trickling inside. I saw the person who made the call. Bmo was standing their her hair in a high bun. She walked over and hugged me tightly. I felt the tears working their way back.

"I'm so sorry. I called Marshal, he's on his way here now." Shen said softly. I nodded. Mocro had me sit down and some guy with shaggy orange looking hair and glasses walked over.

"This is my partner, Jake." Mocro said quietly. Normally he was a mute, except when he's working I realized. No wonder they were here this fast. No one moves faster than family.

"Hello. We'd like to ask a few questions, when you're r-"

"You dare say ready I will slap you. Ask your questions, so you can find my grandkids. Or I will rain hell down on this town till I find them." I heard a soft, yet menacing voice coming from the yard.

Hannah Abadeer.