Starstruck

**tis ok**

Journ smiled at him and got up. "That sounds great." she said. "Just don't wear yourself out." she said, getting up. As she did she felt her foot cramp. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow." She said.

Colt turned around. "Sweetheart, you OK?" he asked.

All she could do was put her thumb up. "Foot cramp." she complained. "It'll pass." she said.

Colt scooped her up and sat her down on the couch. He puled her shoe off and then started to message the bottom of her foot.

"This better?" He asked.

"It's a little better." She said softly wincing. "It hurts to get better."

"I know. I'm sorry."

She winced. "Ow, ow, ow." Then she glared at him. "Be greatful you get to be Daddy." she said, resting her hand at the top of her stomach, she could actually set a drink or her cell phone ontop of her belly.

"Not, greatful, blessed." he grinned.

"shut up." she teased.

"It's the truth." He grinned. "I really owe you for a year though. I was way to zoned out."

"It was your year to be stupid. i get one of those too. I'm not sure I'll use it though." She smiled.

"That'll kill me." He laughed.

Journey threw a pillow at him. "stop it." she laughed. "I only said I can't use my stupid year because I'm a mommy and I can't afford to make any mistakes around my kids." she said.

"Well, there's that too." he admitted.

**How is she gonna get into a coma?

**Something goes wrong after the birth. Like after the last babe pops out she passes out, cause it was hard, then sh ejust doesn't wake up.**

"After they all move out you can use it." He smiled after her feet completely relaxied he sat next to her wrapping her in his arms and kissing her softly.

"Maybe." She said leaning aganist him. "Where's Trent?"

"Outside with Chup."

She made a sound in her throat. "Aww, thaat poor dog, you guys are ruthless to him."

"Her." he corrected.

"HER?!" she choked. "You named a girl dog, Chup, that's got to take a major hit to her ego." she laughed. "My name takes one to me. Have you ever just sat there and laughed at your name?" she asked.

"My name doesn't sound bad." he said.

"No, but it's funny. Like take mine for example. Journey... like going somewhere. Or Colt, isn't that a name for a baby house? Or a cow? or something?" she asked.

"A boy foal." He smiled. "Chup doesn't mind her name at all."

"It's so much like Chub though." She replied.

"Well it isn't. She's fine." He smiled back.

She laughed and shook her head. "You know. I want soemthing." she said.

"Like what?" Colt asked. "I'll get it for you.

"No, I want fudge and apples." she laughed.

"I'm 'sure I can get some of both at the store." He rpelied. "Then I'll cut the apples up and stick em in the fudge."

"You don't...."

"I'll be back in about five minute." eh smiled walking towards the door and leaving to get her fudge and apples.

She laughed and shook her head. She looked at Trent. He was playing with the little dog.

her cell phone rang. "Hello?" she asked.

"Hey. What's up?" it was her friend, Jenny.

*blah*

***Time skip, I';ve nothing**

OK, to when, you post it lol**

Colt paced around the hospital Trent fast asleep on a chair.

"Why won't they let me in there?" He asked a nurse again.

"They think there are some complications." The nurse replied. He had been in there when the three kids had been born. Two girls, and a boy. The boy being the oldest.

"I need to be with my wife, where are my kids?" He asked.

"Your kids are fine, they will come over here soon. But your wife is still being checked on." The nurse replied.

Journey screamed through the entire labor, she felt like a balloon that was about to pop! She wanted Colt in there with her, so that he could comfort her, relieve some pressure but he couldn't go in. When she was in labor with their little boy she gripped the metal bars that were by her sides. When their son came, and their little girl was next Journey felt something was wrong.

"Journey, don't move sweetheart." Dr. Gordan said. "There seems to be a complication, I have a foot." he said.

A foot? What did her foot have to do with anything? She then realized what he meant, not her foot, the baby's foot.

"What are you taking about?" she whimpered.

"Don't push Journey, if you do you could instantly kill your daughters."

She whimped and felt everything turn from color to gray.