Chapter 219- Their Light, My Anchor
Lexy
The pain hit like lightning—raw, unrelenting, tearing through my body in waves that made the walls tremble. My magic surged with every contraction, pulsing beneath my skin like a living storm begging to be unleashed. The room was heavy with heat and golden sparks, the energy rising faster than I could contain it.
“Lexy, breathe,” Tarria urged, her voice firm but gentle as she pressed her hands against my shoulders. “You need to ground yourself. You’re fighting it.”
“I’m trying!” I gasped, gripping the edge of the bed until my knuckles turned white. Every breath came out as fire. The air shimmered with power, the floorboards humming with vibration. My fire and light energy were responding to the pain, multiplying instead of calming. The glow spread across the room like dawn was breaking too early.
Tarria moved to my side, her smoke-dark aura flaring to counterbalance mine. Shadows rolled off her like mist, curling around the edges of my flames. “You have to focus on the heartbeat, Lexy,” she said, sweat beading on her brow as she tried to contain the heat radiating from me. “Don’t let the pain control your power.”
I closed my eyes, but all I felt was chaos—fire, pressure, fear. I could sense my babies—tiny, fragile, struggling to stay safe within me—but my magic wouldn’t listen. The harder I tried to calm down, the more it roared. My power wanted out.
A contraction tore through me and I screamed, the windows rattling as a shockwave of light blasted outward. Tarria flinched, throwing up a wall of smoke to shield herself and the nurses outside the door. “Lexy, stop—listen to me!” she shouted. “You’ll burn yourself from the inside out!”
Tears stung my eyes. “I can’t—” The fire crawled up my veins, spreading to my fingertips. I could feel the walls of my control splintering. If I lost it completely, I could destroy everything around me—Tarria, the nurses, even the unborn babies.
Then, through the haze of heat and fear, I heard a small voice.
“Mami?”
My eyes flew open.
Three small figures stood in the doorway, their golden eyes wide and glowing. My first triplets. They were only three and a half but already carried the weight of their lineage in every heartbeat. The moment I saw them, my power faltered. Their glow pushed back the fire, soft and steady like candlelight in a storm.
Tarria turned, startled. “They shouldn’t be here—”
But I shook my head, breathless. “Let them,” I whispered.
I extended my hand to them. Alexia extended first, and her brothers, Elio and Jr., mirrored her movement—three small hands reaching toward me. Their light pulsed in rhythm, pure and steady, filling the air with warmth that was nothing like the wild inferno inside me.
I felt it the moment their power brushed against mine. My energy stuttered—then shifted, drawn toward theirs like the tide to the moon. The flames around me flickered, dimmed, then began to pulse in harmony with their glow.
Tarria watched, awe softening her features. “They’re linking with you,” she murmured. “They can feel the imbalance.”
“They’ve always been able to,” I said weakly, my voice trembling. “They were born connected to my core.”
Another surge of pain hit, but this time I didn’t fight it. I let their energy move through me—three steady threads of light weaving into the chaos. The fire bent, shaped, soothed. The walls stopped shaking. The crackling in the air softened to a hum.
Alexia climbed onto the bed beside me, pressing her small hand over my heart. Her golden eyes locked on mine, full of an understanding far beyond her years. “Mami, your light’s scared,” she said simply. “You have to remind it you’re safe.”
Tarria let out a shaky laugh, still channeling a thin veil of smoke to keep the air cool. “She’s not wrong,” she whispered.
I took a deep breath, letting Alexia’s words anchor me. My sons moved closer, their light forming halos that danced around the room. Each pulse of their energy flowed into mine—gentle, balanced, whole. My power responded, recognizing theirs like a song remembered from another life.
The flames receded, shrinking until only faint golden motes floated around us. The unbearable heat dissolved into warmth. I could finally breathe.
Tarria’s eyes widened as the balance between her darkness and their light began to stabilize the entire room. “It’s… beautiful,” she whispered, reaching out toward the swirling energy. When her smoke touched their light, it didn’t fade—it shimmered, transforming into soft gray luminescence that wrapped around us all.
For a moment, the pain dulled completely. I felt everything aligned, light and shadow, mother and children, fear and calm. My power wasn’t fighting me anymore. It was listening.
“You’re doing it, Lexy,” Tarria said softly. “You’re holding both forces perfectly.”
I looked around, amazed. The room glowed in muted gold and silver tones, the energy flowing like a steady heartbeat. My triplets’ glow was strong but peaceful, their connection steady as they kept their small hands touching my arms and face.
“See, Mami?” Jr said, his grin small but certain. “We fixed it. We can help.”
A tear slipped down my cheek. “You did more than help, my loves.”
The contraction that followed was sharp but no longer consuming. Instead of power exploding outward, it funneled inward—stabilized, controlled. Tarria guided the energy flow with her smoke, ensuring it didn’t backlash. The triplet’s glow pulsed brighter, meeting hers in perfect sync.
I felt the world around me soften. The room no longer felt like a battlefield. It felt like home.
But I could feel it—something more powerful approaching. A pull deep inside my chest, familiar and strong. My bond flared, lighting up like a thread of molten gold that cut through space itself.
CJ.
I could sense him before I heard the commotion outside. His presence was like a roar of thunder meeting the calm my children had created—an unstoppable force finally finding its anchor.
The door burst open.
“Lexy!”
The sound of his voice nearly undid me. I turned my head, vision blurry from tears and light. He stood in the doorway, chest heaving, eyes wild with fear and love. For a heartbeat, time froze. His gaze darted from me to Tarria to the glowing children beside the bed, and I saw his breath catch.
“CJ…” My voice cracked, the relief in it too heavy to hide.
He crossed the room in three long strides, ignoring the heat still lingering in the air. Tarria stepped back instinctively, letting him through. The triplets looked up at him, their glow flickering like embers greeting a familiar flame.
He knelt beside me, one hand cupping my cheek, the other covering Alexia’s small hand where it still rested over my heart. “I’m here,” he whispered, his voice rough. “I made it.”
The bond between us snapped into place like lightning meeting the ground. His strength—steady, ancient, protective—merged with mine instantly, reinforcing the calm my children had built. My light no longer trembled; it settled.
The triplets’ glow brightened, reacting to him instinctively. Alexia smiled, her curls catching the light. “Papi’s light makes it even better,” she said softly.
CJ let out a shaky laugh, kissing her forehead before looking back at me. “You kept them all safe,” he said, his voice trembling. “You kept them safe.”
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