A/N: Okay, okay yes. I came up with another story. This one is kind of darker than my usual fare. Kind of an alternate take on Play. I will have trigger warnings at the top of the chapters as needed, I just started thinking about this scenario as I had a nightmare very similar to this a while back and the premise was just begging to be written. Yes I turn my nightmares into stories sometimes. Don't judge please. :)
Prologue
Stef's POV
"Callie, honey, can you try to tell Mr, Hughes what happened?" I looked at my babies, one by one. Jesus was shaking in the corner, Mariana was curled up near, but not touching Lena, Jude lay on the floor of the living room underneath the coffee table. He did look at me, but his eyes were filled with fear. Brandon appeared the most outwardly calm sitting on the sofa next to Callie, but he didn't make a sound and his back was rigid. His eyes darted around and he gripped the arm of the couch like a lifeline.
Callie's eyes were filled with tears as she shook her head and leaned into me squeezing as if her life depended on it. "I'm so sorry Mom. It's all my fault. It's my fault."
Mom. I sucked in a breath. Callie had never called either of us Mom or Mama, and the fact that it took this… this terrible, horrible thing happening to our babies made my heart break.
I saw Brandon shaking his head as he reached desperately for Callie's arm. His eyes were wide and manic.
"I know…" Callie sighed. "But I have to Brandon." She looked at me, her voice barely there, the strength gone. She sounded like a little girl when she spoke "Promise not to get mad Mommy."
"Take as much time as you need Callie." Brett Hughes looked at her then over at me. "It's not the when. Just being here is a huge step for them."
Being here. It had been about a month, and we couldn't even be in our own house. They couldn't even see it without shaking. Jude couldn't come near me when I was in uniform, Brandon hadn't said a word, Mariana hadn't even smiled, did everything without question so unlike our Miss Thing, Jesus was jumpy and protective to the extreme barely letting us near his siblings, but the worst was Callie, because nothing had really changed, except she wouldn't leave Lena or me, not for a second.
"Never Love, never."
"Mama?" Calllie looked at Lena who crouched down and reached for Callie's hand.
"We won't sweetheart. We could never get mad at any of you."
"Just tell what you remember." Brett said. "Start from the beginning."
Callie exhaled, trying to wipe the tears as her voice came out shakily. "I guess it started the week before your babymoon when we were trying to get you to go..."
A/N: Okay, so this is just the prologue. The story will be in first person, and the focus will be largely on the kids. We will get each of their POVs at different times. It will be told as if the events are happening. Not as if they are talking to Brett. Brett's lookalike is Ed Sheeran. Let me know what you think