I do not own Kate, Henry, Milo, or any of the other characters. They all belong to Aimee Carter.
Kate's POV
I whimpered in confusion, something was wrong. My breathing was ragged and I whipped my head back and forth, trying to find the source of the wrongness. Spiteful cackling sounded from somewhere in the darkness and my blood froze. Calliope, I thought and my heart stuttered. She was dead, I had killed her myself. There was no way she was here, once we die we're gone for good there is no afterlife for us. Yet that was unmistakably her. I knew that cackle almost as well as I knew Henry's voice; I had after all been forced to listen to it every day for nine months.
"I know you're there Calliope." I called, my voice wavering slightly. "What do you want?" I asked, my voice growing stronger. The cackling stopped, "what do I want? What do I want? I want what's mine you little bitch! Henry should be my husband! Callum should be my son! You stole my life!" Calliope's voice snapped and the madness in her voice grew. I flinched but stuck my chin up defiantly. "Henry never loved you, I never meant to kill you, and my son's name is Milo!" Suddenly the darkness closed in around me and I gasped. I couldn't breathe and it felt as if something was dragging me down into the blackness. I struggled and thrashed but to no avail. Suddenly Calliope's disembodied voice hissed in my ear, "you stole what was rightfully mine and you'll pay for it!"
My mouth opened and closed as I struggled to speak. "You're dead. You can't do anything." I choked out. I heard her shriek furiously and hands closed around my throat. I struggled even harder, scratching at the hands choking me. My vision tunneled and my struggles grew weaker. Tears streamed down my face and I started to wonder if I would never see Henry or Milo again my eyes flew open and I looked up into the eyes of my very worried husband.
Henry's POV
When I had woken to Milo's fussing I left Kate's and my room to go check on him and stayed for a few minutes to rock him back to sleep. He was still slightly underweight from his time in Calliope's care and I knew Kate was worried. I looked at his face and felt my own soften, even as an infant he looked so much like his mother I felt my chest swell. I kissed his forehead and laid him back in his crib before returning to the bedroom. It still felt odd walking everywhere but I had gotten into the practice since Kate had returned since she was still not very good at appearing places at will.
I walked into our bedroom and saw Kate thrashing around on the bed, clawing at her own throat. I was at her side in an instant. I gently grabbed her wrists and pulled them away from her neck before she could hurt herself. "Kate!" I said quietly, not wanting to wake Milo again. She had tears streaming down her face and I felt a great pain in my heart. She was hurting so much and I couldn't do anything about it, it was so like when I had almost lost her on the rooftop where Ava died. I let go of her wrists and grabbed hold of her shoulders and shook them gently. "Kate you have to wake up!" I said more loudly, wanting so badly to help her.
Her eyes finally open with a gasp and she looks at me unseeingly for a moment before her eyes focus. Her jaw trembles, "Henry?" She whimpered, still crying. I wiped her tears tenderly and she threw her arms around me before sobbing. "Shhh." I soothed and wound my arms around her as she shook. "Is Milo okay?" She asked in a trembling voice. "Milo is fine, I was just with him a moment ago." Kate nodded against my shoulder and her shaking gradually stopped. She sniffed and pressed closer to me. "What happened?" I finally asked and tightened my arms around her. She seemed okay now but I was still so worried, whatever she had been seeing or dreaming about had really shaken her up.
Kate wiped at her eyes and pulled back a little. She tried to smile at me but couldn't quite meet my eyes. "I had a nightmare." She said quietly and shrugged. I kissed her temple and murmured, "was it about Calliope?" She flinched and nodded. "Kate I'm so sorry." I say, my shoulders slumping. She finally looked at me, her eyes sparking. "It isn't your fault!" She said adamantly.
Kate's POV
I couldn't believe Henry was trying to blame himself, well I guess I could; that was just the way Henry was. But it still wasn't his fault. My heart was still beating faster than normal but just being with Henry and knowing Milo was safe was alleviating my fears better than anything else.
I was still wrapped in Henry's arms and I laid my head against his shoulder. "Let's go back to bed." He murmured and I nodded. We lay back on the bed, not letting go of one another. I sighed and my nightmare moved the edges of my mind, forgotten. Though I couldn't help but wonder if it really had been a nightmare, or a vision.