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Chapter 4-

Billy's POV-

"Will,"

I ignored the voice that was currently demanding my attention, a wide smile on my face as I dreamt of cold beer, exciting baseball and no annoying, crying kids around.

I was free…. completely free.

No kid needed to be fed or bathe- or read a book to.

No missus that stared at me with angry eyes, glaring at my shoes that lay thrown in the corner, afraid that the kids would walk right onto my footsteps and start to do the same- which wouldn't be that bad a thing, just saying.

I mean, it was my house.

I could do whatever I wanted in my house.

If some guest does not approve of it (the reason that Sarah often sprouted out), don't come to my house.

As very simple as that!

Honestly, I won't miss your presence.

Anyhow, I was completely free at the moment, enjoying my game of baseball as I drank my beer- no one to tell me a damn thing in opposition.

No work and no commitments that needed to be looked after.

Just freedom.

Coincidentally, the last time I had felt this free had been the night before my condom tore and the twins were conceived…

Just pointing out a fact!

I do love my kids, though.

But…there are days as such when I love that peace I had once experienced a tad bit more.

I wanted to sing.

"Will, please,"

I wanted to dance.

I was free.

Completely free!

"Will, please wake up!"

A soft hand nudged me hard, a cry evident in the tone of the speaker, as she repeatedly forced me to listen to her.

I frowned to myself.

This sounded like my Sarah's voice.

Why was she crying but?

Was she hurt?

What was wrong?

"Will, I need you."

That got my attention.

My wife had never muttered these three words before in all these years that we had spent together.

She loved me. She wanted me. But she never 'needed me'.

She was my superwoman.

She could handle everything under the sun on her own- be the problem financial, mental, physical or just anything else. She was stronger than anyone I knew on the planet. She never accepted defeat. She just never gave up.

But….it sounded like she had given up at the moment.

"Will,"

"Shh," my eyes flew open, my wife leaning closer to me with her head bowed down, a few precious tears escaping those beautiful grey eyes of hers.

"What's wrong?" I demanded to know, risking a glance at the clock in the room. It was three in the morning. What had happened at this odd a time to have her this scared and worried?

I looked at her from head to toe. She looked unhurt.

Worried, sure.

But not injured in any capacity.

I let out a small sigh of relief.

It was not everything, but it was something at least.

"Are the kids…"

If it was not her that was injured….it had to be one of my kids.

That was the only other possibility to have her so broken and helpless.

She nodded her head, a cry leaving her mouth. "Jake,"

"What happened to him?" I straightened up on the bed- all thoughts of sleep having long left me, all my attention now on my wife as seconds went by like long hours, waiting for her to answer.

"He is crying."

I let out a sigh in sheer relief.

That's it?

I mean, of course, not 'that's it'. I was concerned about my son, indeed, but the things that had been revolving through my mind…

I had been focusing on the worst of possibilities, as our mind often forced us to do in stressful situations.

But crying was alright.

Crying was not harmful.

It did not need an immediate hospitalization for.

She shook her head at me, the helplessness on her face not disappearing by an inch. "I have never seen him cry as much. He is…." she took her head in her hands. "My baby is in pain, Will."

I let out a sigh, taking her in my arms, Jake's cries audible now that I was more awake and alert.

He was howling.

You could not even term it as crying.

"Is he hungry?" I suggested. "Maybe he needs a change of diaper? Have you tried to take him in your lap and sing to him? Maybe he saw a bad dream and is scared and just needs the assurance that you are there with him?"

That often worked.

Right?

Ok. So, Jake was three and not that small a kid, I was aware.

But he was still a kid.

And more importantly, he was my kid.

She shook her head at me. "I have tried everything. He is not hungry- or over fed. His diaper is clean and I have sung to him more songs that I can even recollect. I have even tried coaxing him into speaking, but you know how he is; he will not utter a word till whatever problem he is facing is not resolved. He will just keep crying!"

I let out a sigh.

When Jake cried, all sense of talking or responding left his rational mind.

You were just supposed to understand of why he was crying.

He would not help you with that answer in any which way possible….

"Does he have a fever? Or maybe a stomach ache? Did he accidently hurt himself? Maybe hit his head on the wall or something?"

She shook her head at me, shutting her eyes briefly. "No. I checked for his temperature, but all normal. And he is not holding his stomach and groaning, so no to the other one as well. And he looks completely uninjured, physically at least."

I frowned to myself, my child's cries getting louder by the second.

"I need to be with him." she whispered, giving me one last look- filled with a mother's helplessness- before running out of the room in the direction of Jake's room.

I got out of bed.

I needed to check on whatever this was.

He was in pain.

That much was obvious from his cries.

But why was he in pain?

He wasn't physically hurt; Sarah had checked on that.

Internally something was wrong, maybe?

No.

My eyes widened in fear.

He was just three!

He had to be fine.

Yes, there was no other alternative but that.

"Daddy," I looked down at my two princesses, standing in the doorway, both of them holding mirrored rabbits in their hands, their sleep filled eyes demanding an answer from me.

"Jakey is crying?"

"His cries wake us up, Daddy."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, kneeling down to my daughters' height.

"He will be alright. Mommy is checking on him."

They nodded their little heads in unison, trusting my word with all they had in them. I kissed their foreheads once, leaving them behind in the living room as I walked towards where my son and wife were, knowing that they would need me- as much as I needed them at the moment.

He looked terrible.

He looked in pain.

I had never seen him like this before.

Sarah had him cuddled to her chest, soothingly running a hand through his hair, his cries so very painful to just hear.

"Will," she turned to look at me. "Maybe…we need to go to a doctor? Something could be wrong, internally?"

I nodded my head at her in agreement.

We needed to get this checked.

Even if it was nothing serious or just plain nothing, it would be an assurance to us that everything was alright with our boy.

We desperately needed that assurance at the moment.

"Let's drop the twins at Sue's."

She nodded her head briefly, leaving me alone to get the girls ready, placing a call to Sue instantly, informing her of what had transpired.

I hated bothering her. She had no less problems of her own, but she was our immediate neighbor- and she would understand.

She was a parent herself.

She would understand the worry and helplessness that we were currently feeling.

The twins were ready to go less than ten minutes later, a bag packed for them in the scenario that we did not return till late morning- stuck at the hospital, a change of clothes and their toothbrushes packed.

Sue would handle the rest.

She would make sure that the girls were alright.

"Let's go." I whispered to my wife, leading my family towards my truck, dropping the girls first, the three of us continuing towards Forks, Forks hospital being our destination.

The drive was spent in complete silence, Jake's cries being the only thing to be heard in the cab in this dead silence of the night, surprisingly which were lessening by the moment, the more we crossed onto Forks, the lesser his cries became.

That was odd.

I turned to look at my wife in question, but she simply shrugged in response.

Of course, not that she had any answer to this oddity.

We continued on the journey, finally parking the car in the hospital parking lot close to twenty minutes later, Jake's cries having all but disappeared, leaving behind mere whimpers in its aftermath, as he stared outside the window in immense concentration.

Sarah left the safety of the truck first, Jake pulled close to her chest, waiting for me before we walked inside these massive gates that looked scary enough to any parent of a small kid.

We were just about to enter- when my eyes landed on Charlie walking out of those very gates, Bella held tightly in his arms.

And then the strangest thing of all happened.

Jake stopped crying- completely, a smile crossing his face; the same smile being mirrored on that little girl's face as well.

What the hell was happening here?