I ran down the hospital halls with cross in the gurney again. Incubux and moonlight followed with. I told them to stay outside the hospital room as I rush inside with cross.
    He was hyperventilating, badly. The nurses took it from there as I held cross's hand tightly.

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    When they handed cross the baby, cross smiled tiredly. "Cross?" his smile faltered, his head falling back onto the pillow and the monitor beeping. "CROSS?!" I quickly try and wake him up as many doctors rush into the room.
    A nurse takes the child into the temporary infirmary. I rush out and hug my two children as they cry into my shoulder. Cross....died.

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    For the past few years, the three children and I grieve over cross. We visited cross's grave multiple times to lay flowers before the​ grave.
    Incubux wouldn't stop talking about how great cross was and all the story's that he told. Moonlight would cry a lot, wishing cross was here for him. Nixss, he didn't know what happened to cross or why he doesn't have a mother.
    I, on the other hand, cried every night. I stopped any contact with the outside world except for bonding with my son's. I taught them how to defend themselves and how to teleport, so now they willingly go get groceries and things.
    Incubux grew more rebellious over the years, growing tired of me and wanting to go hang out with his friends more. Moonlight always stayed in his room and did his school work, being a good boy. Nixss always had this....trait. He'd explore things that he was told not to get into. That's cross's side alright.
    I already miss my cinnamon roll after these long days. The sound of chains clanking together neared my bedroom door. "Nixss, not now" I turned my head to see something that absolutely horrified me.....