Chapter 18: Heaven

Taylor hoisted our luggage onto his shoulder, letting me only carry my purse and my book.

Once we were in the lobby, a man in a red uniform took our luggage up to our room. I glanced around at the beautiful surroundings as Taylor moved toward the long desk to check in. I wandered through the lobby, glancing at the beautiful paintings on the walls. The arched ceilings and the gorgeous paneling took my breath away. I ran my hand along the back of a chair and looked out the huge windows to see the snow that was beginning to fall lightly.

I smiled to myself. This is exactly what I wanted, a beautiful setting for both Taylor and I to spend a few days completely alone.

“Em?” I felt Taylor lay his hand on my lower back. “Are you ready to see our room?” He asked gently, studying me carefully.

I nodded, letting him lead me toward the elevator. He pressed the button and I stopped him worriedly, gripping his arm.

“Wait, Tay… am I supposed to go on the elevator when I’m pregnant?” I asked anxiously.

He frowned. “Yeah… I don’t see why not.”

“Maybe I should call your mom.” I suggested.

“My mom? Why?” He asked.

“She said I could call her with any question I had… I don’t want to do something if it could be harmful to the babies…”

“Emma, sweetie. I know you’re really focused on all this pregnant stuff and I know how much it means to you, but it’s just an elevator.”

I nodded. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s kind of silly isn’t it?” I stepped into the elevator and he followed me, pressing the button for the top floor.

“And you know the babies aren’t going to like… fall out when you’re walking too, right?”

I sighed and swatted his arm. “It’s not fair that you make fun of me! I don’t have any experience, and I want to do this right.”

He smiled. “Right, Emma. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” I sighed. “I know it’s silly,”

The elevator doors opened and I followed him out into the hallway, letting him lead me down the hall.

At last we came to our room, and he unlocked the door for me, letting me in first.

I turned on a light and hurried into the bathroom.

When I returned, I found Taylor lifting our bags into the closet.

“Wow, that bathroom is huge! I could live in that bath tub!” I cried. “Oh, this place is perfect!”

Taylor smiled, crossing the room and lightly kissing me.

“What was that for?” I asked gently, as he brushed my hair back.

“No reason.” He smirked. “Are you hungry? Do you want to order room service?”

I nodded. “Yes, please.”

He began rummaging through the papers on the desk, I plopped down in a comfortable chair, facing the television.

He found the menu and brought it to me, perching on the arm of the chair.

“So, what looks good?” He asked, passing the menu to me.

“I don’t know. Just order me whatever you’re having, and a diet coke.”

He frowned. “Uh… Emma…”

“What?” I asked worriedly. “Is that bad? Should I not eat what you’re eating?”

He smiled. “No, Em, you’re just not supposed to drink soda when you’re pregnant.”

I sighed, pushing myself out of the chair. “This sucks! I can’t do anything pregnant! I can’t have coffee or soda! I spend half my day throwing up and I’m growing already, in a few months I’m going to be huge! Then I have to squeeze two whole little people out of me!” I paced the room, ticking off the list on my fingers. “Being pregnant sucks!”

“Emma, sweetie, I’m sorry. I know you don’t get to do a lot of fun stuff, but think about when the babies come. Remember, the big picture?”

I sighed. He was right. “Okay. You’re right.” I dropped back into the chair. “I guess I can live without soda and coffee and all that…”

“And you know, you do have that pretty pregnant glow…”

I shot a glare at him.

“Sorry. I’ll stop talking.” Taylor said quickly.

“No, no. It’s fine.” I sighed. My stomach rumbled.

“You’re hungry. Lets hurry and order dinner, okay?”

I nodded. “I’d really like to try out that tub too.”

“Okay. What are you having?”

“What are you having?” I asked.

“I think I’ll order the steak.” He said.

I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t feel like steak… maybe chicken? And fries? And maybe a salad? Oh, and a chocolate milk to drink.”

Taylor smiled. “Desert?”

I chewed my lip. “No, I don’t think so. It’ll be a miracle if I finish all that.”

He grinned. “Okay, why don’t you take a bath and I’ll order the food. Hopefully by the time you get out, we’ll have our dinner.”

I nodded. “Okay.” I stood and retrieved a book from the bag I had brought and sauntered off into the bathroom. I ran the water before I went back into the main room to locate my nightgown.

Taylor was sitting at the small table in the corner of the room, talking on the phone. The menu was open in front of him.

I pulled my hair up and fastened it in place with a hair clip. I got comfortable in the hot water and opened my book.

Within moment, Taylor slipped inside. “Hey, Em. I ordered dinner, they said it would be here within half an hour. Can you wait that long or do you want me to run down and see if I can find a vending machine or something in the lobby?”

“No, no. I think I’m okay.” I smiled. “It’s very sweet that you’re taking such good care of me.”

“Well, you have to do all the hard stuff. The least I can do is help where I can.” He shrugged.

“Thank you. You are certainly taking good care of me.” I smiled.

He plopped down next to me on the floor, picking up my hand and gently kissing the back.

I chewed my lip, studying him carefully. “Tay… you look tired.”

He smiled wearily. “Sweetie, don’t worry about me, okay?”

“How was work today? We’re you busy?”

“A little.” He answered honestly. ‘But you know what would be great for tonight? We could eat dinner, and order some movies. We could get in bed and watch movies until we fall asleep.”

I smiled. “That sounds perfect. Actually, I would love that.”

“Okay, great.” He leaned over the edge of the tub and lightly kissed me. “I’ll leave you to your book, if you don’t need anything. I want to confirm our reservations for tomorrow.”


“Yeah,” He smiled. “Remember? We’re going for a formal dinner tomorrow night.”

“How formal?” I inquired, “I didn’t bring a dress… I don’t really have anything too formal that fits me anymore…”

“Okay, we’ll just pick something up for you tomorrow.”

“That sounds great.” I agreed.

“Okay.” He lightly kissed my forehead and left the room, pulling the door closed behind him. I could hear him on the phone, but I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying.

I read only a few pages of my book before I grew bored and drained the water from the tub. I changed into my nightgown and carried my clothes out to the main room.

“Here, sweetie.” He moved his sweatshirt around my shoulders to keep me warm.

“Thanks.” I smiled, standing on my toes and kissing him.

He chuckled, his arms finding their way around me and kissing me again. He pulled me close, pulling me against him.

“Oh, hey.” He broke the kiss with a laugh. “There is a pretty noticeable bump there.” He released me and laid his hands on my stomach.

I nodded, “Yeah.” I laid my hands over his. “All the books say that there won’t be any kicking for at least another month, but I can’t wait for that.”

“Me too.” He grinned.

We were interrupted by a knock at the door. “Room service!” A loud voice called.

“I’ll get it.” He lightly kissed my cheek.


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