Chapter 61: Reminders

I lay down with the intention of passing the after noon quickly. I knew that I was tired, and that I should probably sleep; but mostly I wanted to wait until Taylor got home.

I wanted to call him, but I needed more than anything to see him.

I knew that as soon as he would talk to me, he could tell me everything was going to be okay, and that he was the only one who could soothe and calm me.

It made me smile just to think of how he would know exactly what to say to make me feel at ease.

I finally drifted into a light slumber in late afternoon.
I woke sometime later to the feeling of the bed shifting beneath me.

I opened my eyes with hardly the energy to lift my head. I managed to get less than half an hour’s worth of sleep out of the whole afternoon; even though I’d been struggling to stop my mind from racing long enough to let myself sleep.

Taylor slid closer to me on top of the blankets, lightly stroking my cheek. “Emma? Are you awake?” He whispered gently.

I nodded, blinking at him. “Yes. What time is it? Is it five already?”

“It’s almost three.” He answered, resting his head on the same pillow as I was resting on. “I called home at lunch, and talked to your grandma. I decided to come home a little early to see how you were doing… and I missed you. A lot.”

I smiled.” Thank you. I missed you too.” I let out a shaky breath.

He reached out and lightly rubbed my arm. “Are you okay? You seem a little upset.”

The corner of my mouth turned up into a small, brief smile. It was odd how he could always know when I felt upset.

At last, I nodded. “Grandma told me some things… I was asking if twins ran in our family, because I read that they were more common if it runs in the family, and I know they don’t run in your family…”

He nodded, lightly rubbing my stomach.

“And she told me about my mom…” I began.

“That she was a twin? And about your brothers?” He answered, knowing automatically the cause of my distress.

I lifted my head off the pillow and gaped at him with wide eyes. “You knew?”

Taylor nodded. “Please don’t be mad at me, sweetie. But when we found out you were pregnant, your grandmother told me. She told me about how your mother had been born a twin, but that the younger twin was born stillborn. And when your mother found out that she was having twins, she was terrified that the same thing would happen that had happened with her sister, and… well, your grandmother… She wanted me to watch out for you even more than I already do. She was worried… And she told me everything.”

“And you’re not?” I asked. I swallowed thickly, then finished my sentence, “Worried, I mean.”

“No.” He answered, automatically. “And do you know why? Because I know you. And I know you’re strong. I’ve seen you go through things that would kill a person twice our age. I’ve seen you beat the odds and beat cancer, and come through it as if nothing had ever happened. I know that you’re going to make it through this, and you’re going to keep our babies safe and healthy until they’re ready to come out of there. I know you’re going to do everything you can until you’re satisfied that our babies are going to be okay.”

I sniffled softly, feeling tears spring into my eyes.

Taylor moved closer to me, and lightly laid his forehead against mine. “I love you, and I’m going to do whatever I can to make you happy and to keep you healthy, because I love you more than anything. And I love our babies just as much.”

I smiled faintly. He leaned forward and lightly kissed my lips.

“Do you mind if I lay with you for a bit?”

“Sure.” I agreed.

“So, how come you’re sleeping on my side of the bed?” He asked casually.

“It’s just… I missed you. And your side of the bed always seems to be warmer, and it smells like you a lot. And I was really, really missing you.” I admitted.

Taylor frowned. “Are you saying I smell?”

“I’m saying you smell good. And I like it.” I answered.

He chuckled.

“Do you mind?” I asked. “I can move…”

“No, no. It’s okay.” Taylor smiled. “I just wasn’t expecting it. You’re usually so adamant on what side of the bed you sleep on.”

I sighed. “I’m too pregnant to care.”

He laughed softly. “It’s okay.” He placed his hands on my stomach.

“Where’s Gran?” I asked.

“She said she had to go out and get some groceries. She said you made her a list.”

I nodded. “Yeah. Mostly weird pregnancy cravings…”

“Speaking of, I picked up the things you asked me to get.” He drew random patters on my stomach with his finger.

“Oh, thank you.” I smiled.

“Do you want me to bring it up for you?”

“No thanks, not right now.” I answered. “Tell me about your day at work. What did you do?”

“Same old stuff pretty much. Crunched some numbers and I had a meeting this morning, which was brutal. Very boring. I thought about you a lot.” He mused, still drawing random patterns on my stomach.

I laughed softly, “Stop it!” I pushed his hand away. “That tickles.”

Taylor chuckled. “Hmm… well, I have an idea.”

“What’s that?” I inquired, trying to hide my grin.

“Well, let’s sleep here for another half hour. Then I’ll go downstairs, and I’ll get a couple of those brownies, smother them in chocolate sauce, whipped cream, and ice cream and we’ll eat them up here in bed.” He grinned.

“Sounds kinky.” I pointed out.

Taylor laughed. “I didn’t mean it that way.”

I smirked. “I know.”


Taylor and I curled up together in our bed. He turned on the television, but I hardly watched it.

I finally managed to get comfortable, finding a position that seemed awkward, but worked and made me feel more comfortable than I had in months.

Taylor was lying on his back and propped up against a stack of pillows so he could see the TV screen. I somehow squeezed in close to his body. I got myself comfortable with the bulk of my stomach resting on his abdomen. It took some of the pressure off my lower back and with the body pillow pressed against my spine, I felt like my old self.

I managed to sleep lightly for a bit, until I was awakened by Taylor lightly moving his hand across my stomach.

I frowned and mumbled sleepily. “Quit it. That tickles.”

Taylor chuckled. “I’m sorry sweetie. I know you’re trying to sleep… but…”

I opened my eyes and lifted my head to look up at him. “What?”

He chuckled. “It’s not really a big deal… but they’re kicking me. It’s weird; I guess this is what it must feel like for you, having them kick you all the time.”

I smiled. “It is kind of weird.” I admitted. “Does it freak you out?”

“No. It’s actually interesting.” He mused.

“Interesting for you, you aren’t stuck being pregnant for nine months.” I grumbled tiredly.

Taylor frowned, and I knew immediately that I had said the wrong thing.

“Em… if you hate being pregnant, than why… I mean, are you just doing this to make me happy?” He asked. “Because the last thing I want is for you to be miserable…”

“No, no. I’m not just doing this to make you happy. I want kids more than anything, Taylor. I do. I just… I figured nine months was like a short time, full of like happy, being pregnant bonding stuff, and I mean, I thought being pregnant was going to be easy compared to everything else… but it’s not. My back hurts, my boobs hurt, my body is huge in every place, I can’t see my feet, I can’t stop eating, and when all I really want to do is get ready for our babies, go out and get the clothing and the diapers and everything we need for them, and I can’t because I’m stuck here in the house on bed rest.” I pouted. “But as soon as we have them, that’s all going to change. I like being pregnant, but sometimes it’s hard to like it.”

I lightly moved my hand over the swell of my stomach. “Does that make sense?”

Taylor nodded. “Yeah, honey. It does. And I’m really sorry you have to go through all of this.” He sighed.

“It’s okay. Like I said before, when we have two beautiful children, it’ll all be worth it.”

Taylor smirked. “I hope so.” He picked up my hand and lightly kissed it.


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