Tattooed Luna by Mrs Smith

Penny POV Everything was going perfectly.

Everyone was dancing, laughing and just generally having a great time! I kept bouncing between sitting with Kris and Emmy and talking to the other lunas of our allies. If I wasn’t sitting with one of those groups, you could find me in the bathroom. Every five minutes I needed to pee. My boys were having a kick boxing match and I wasn’t sure who was winning.

Needing some fresh breath, I sat on a chair that was near the exit. Thad a guard open the door so a breeze was hitting me. Colt was feeling relieved so I hoped that meant he got the news he wanted. However, it was about time for

me to go home so his meeting needed to hurry up.

“Oh! Luna!” Someone in a Hulk costume ran up to me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. They were looking around frantically.

“He rejected her! He-he just .... she is dying!” The person in the Hulk costume started tearing up as they looked behind them and into the hallway.

“Oh no! Show me where she is!” The Hulk ran out of the room before I could even stand up. Holding onto the rails, I looked for a guard but they were breaking up a fight. “Well, shit.” I muttered.

My swollen legs carried me out of the party and as I looked left and right, I

in the fetal position. The sounds of her crying her

could feel the swelling so bad on my feet that they jiggled with each step. Still,

all black sheet but it was riding up on her legs. A black and blue bruise stuck out on her shin. “What..” Before I even asked her if she was okay, I had to see the rest of her legs. Getting down on my knees, my hands moved the sheet to see that the

so sorry.” The girl

met mine, The regret and sadness in them was clear. “What? What are you sorry for?” Her eyes looked behind me. Instant panic rose in me. Before I could even look, a white cloth

Angry

same position that I had

turning, threatening to

awake?” I heard a small girl ask so

“No.” I groaned.

and then from my legs. “You can move now.” Expect,

cooing in front of me. As I walked forward, I noticed the blankets that Colt was acting so

my hand over my stomach, my knees gave out and the tears filled

Colt, Cooper Brian and Eliana Penelope were laying across their chest. “My babies?” Picking them up, one by one, I held them against

voice I ever heard, came from

light until a figure of a women came out. She was walking towards me, ever so lightly. As if she was gliding, she got closer and closer.