Chapter 59: Morning Chaos

I woke to the sound of Taylor rummaging around the bedroom.

“Tay?” I mumbled?

“Hey, sorry.” He leaned over me and lightly kissed my forehead. “It’s still early, sweetheart. Go back to sleep, okay?”

I shook my head. “I’m hungry. And something smells good. Can you help me up?”

“Sure.” He agreed. He hoisted me out of bed and kept one of my hands as he helped me down the stairs.

“Hi grandma!” I beamed.

“Hi Emma! I hope you’re hungry. I made blueberry pancakes.”

“Ooh,” I mused. “That sounds so good right now! And it smells amazing…” Taylor pulled out a chair for me and was silently and obnoxiously insisting I sit.

I plopped down just to get him to stop annoying me. I pushed his hands away irritably.

“You could smell that all the way upstairs?” He frowned.

“I guess so. Must be a pregnancy thing.” I shrugged.

“Can I get you some milk or something to drink? I think there’s some fruit juice in the fridge…” Taylor offered.

“No thanks. Not right now.” I answered.

“Okay. Why don’t you put your feet up?” Taylor asked, pulling out another chair.

“Taylor, I’m fine. Will you quit it? I’m eating breakfast, not running a marathon!” I snapped.

Taylor sighed. “Alright fine.” He abandoned me and went to my grandmother. “Can I help with anything?”

Grandma held out a plate to him. “Take these to your wife.”

I frowned. I sighed, moving my hands up and down on my stomach. I knew I was probably coming across as bitchy and hormonal, but I couldn’t help it.

Taylor placed a plate in front of me with a fork and a knife. He moved the butter and maple syrup into my reach, and I watched him silently.

Taylor brought two more plates, placing one next to me at the table and one across the table for grandma.

Taylor plopped down and started eating, shoving food into his mouth, and occasionally glancing at the clock.

I waited until grandma sat down before eating with her.

“So what are you girls doing today?” Taylor asked.

“Nothing, I’m stuck on bed rest, remember?” I frowned.

Taylor sighed, glancing up at my grandmother worriedly. Grandma smiled faintly at him briefly.

After we finished breakfast, I tried to stand. “Grandma, I’ll help you clean up.”

“No you won’t.” Grandma told me. “I’m pulling seniority rank here. You’re going to sit down and relax.”

Taylor smirked at that. “I’ll help clean up the kitchen.” He offered.

“No, you won’t. You’re going to be late for work.” Grandma insisted.

Taylor nodded. “You’re right. I’ll be home around five okay. Do you want me to pick up anything?”

I shook my head.

“Call me if you need anything. Even if it’s just ice cream.” Taylor leaned over my huge stomach and lightly kissed me.

I sighed. “You’re sticky.”

“Sorry.” He replied.

“Call me on your lunch!” I called after he left the room.

“I will.” He answered.

A few moments later, I heard the door slam shut.

I sighed, adjusting my nightgown over my stomach. Grandma smiled. “Let me clean up the kitchen and I’ll play you a few rounds of scrabble, okay?”

I nodded. “Okay. That sounds good.”


Grandma and I played Scrabble all morning. We had lunch together then I took a long nap. When I woke, I could hear grandma humming to herself downstairs. I knew this meant she was probably cleaning downstairs. I could hear the washing machine going downstairs.

I got myself out of bed awkwardly and padded into the nursery. I opened the closet and found a box inside.

I smiled to myself and opened it carefully. I reached inside and pulled out two adorably cuddly teddy bears. I smiled hugely, recognizing them immediately.

I hugged them both to my chest and carefully eased myself into the chair, holding them both.

I inhaled the smell of one of the bears, recognizing it immediately.

Taylor had given me these bears when I was in the hospital with the brain tumor. One was from the first time I had woken up in the hospital and the other was from a trip to the gift shop we had gone to as an outing one day.

Both of the bears meant a lot to me. I’d kept them on my bed, until we moved to this house, and no matter how much time had past between the times I pulled them out, they always smelled like Taylor and were a constant reminder of how much he loved me.

I smiled and sat back in the chair, peacefully taking in the nursery.

Before long, I was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. I glanced up to see Taylor standing in the door way.

“Hey, sweetie. Your grandma thinks you’re sleeping. I came up here to check on you, and found you here.”

I nodded.

He moved into the room and plopped down on the foot stool. He reached out and lightly stroked my thigh. “Everything okay, sweetie?”

I sighed. “I’m sorry. I’ve been a real bitch lately. I’ve been yelling at you a lot, and you don’t deserve that. You’ve always been there for me, and I’ve taken you for granted…”

“What? Emma, honey… that’s not true. I know you love me and I know that most of what you’re going through right now is hormones.” He smiled faintly. “Besides, I can take the hormones. I’ve got thick skin, and at the end of it, we’ll have two beautiful babies.” His smile shifted into a grin.

I sighed. “See? Even now you’re way too understanding for your own good.”

Taylor chuckled softly. He reached out and lightly toyed with the feet of one of the bears I was holding. “Where did you find those guys?”

“I kept them. You bought them for me…” I began.

“I remember. When you were in the hospital.” He smiled. “I saw them and thought of you.”

I nodded. “Right… well, I was thinking… if you don’t mind… maybe we could pass them down to our babies. If that’s okay with you of course.”

Taylor grinned. “That sounds perfect. Where would you like to put them?”

“Umm… help me up?”

“Sure.” He carefully hoisted me to my feet. Once I was sure I wasn’t going to accidentally topple over from the massive weight of my stomach, I took several steps forward and sat one of the bears in the corner of the crib.

Taylor took the other from me and placed it in the identical location of the other crib.

“Good?” He asked, smiling.

I nodded, slowly returning his smile.

“Well, good. I got you something. It’s downstairs…”

I frowned.

He chuckled. “Brownie ice cream.” He answered. “Will you share it with me?”

I grinned. “Absolutely… do we have peanut butter?”

“I think so.” He chuckled. “Wow, those pregnancy cravings are weird huh?”

I smiled and admitted. “Earlier I asked gran for pickles and cheese wiz.”

He laughed. “Oh, gross! You’re suck a freak!” He bent and lightly nuzzled my nose with his before stooping for a proper kiss.

I beamed happily.


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