Chapter 62: Loose Ends

I decided to take a bath after I was finally able to pull myself out of bed. Taylor had to help me get undressed; though I’m sure he enjoyed it a little more than he should have. His hands kept wandering my ridiculously swollen stomach. Almost everywhere he touched, the babies either kicked or pushed with their hands in response.

Trust Taylor to get them both riled up.

He carefully helped me into the tub, and turned on the water. “Too hot? Too cold?” He worried.

“It’s fine.” I smiled. “It’s a good thing we have a big bath tub, otherwise my fat ass would be getting stuck right now.”

Taylor stopped what he was doing. He had been pouring bubble bath into the running water, and stopped to gape at me in shock.

“Emma! You’re not fat!”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, you’re going to need a crane to hoist my ass out of this tub, you know. Two more months left and I’m still not full size. It’s bad enough you have to undress me as it is.”

Taylor continued to gape at me. “Emma, that’s not true. You’re pregnant with twins!” He paused. “And I don’t mind helping you with all of this stuff… You know I don’t mind.” He smiled.

The front door opened, and I heard my grandma bustle into the house and call to us.

“Just a minute!” Taylor called back.

“I’m going to help your grandma bring in the groceries, okay?” He said softly to me, lightly stroking my hair back from my face.

“No, wait!” I stopped him. “I need you to turn off the water. I can’t reach.” I stuck my arms out in front of me, but with my massive stomach, I couldn’t reach the taps.

Taylor smiled, “Okay, no problem.” He dipped his fingers lightly in the water, testing the water.

“Tay?” I asked softly.

He smiled up at me, lightly rubbing my knee. “What is it, honey?”

“Well, the other day I was asking my grandma some random questions. And she said… well, she mentioned that my dad was too scared to go into the delivery room when my mom was giving birth to me…”

Taylor frowned in confusion. He was probably unsure of where I was going with this incessant rambling.

“Well… I was wondering… would you feel comfortable being there with me? I mean, I would want more than anything for you to be there and holding my hand.”

Taylor grinned. “Of course I’ll be there, honey. There’s no place else I’d rather be, than right there with you. I want to participate in all that stuff.” He chuckled softly. “I want to hold your hand through all this… what made you think I wouldn’t want to be there?” He frowned suddenly.

“Well… I don’t… I don’t know.” I answered honestly. “I thought it might be weird for you, and from the books I’ve read its not exactly calm and serene. I mean, it’s going to be messy and gross with a lot of screaming and yelling…”

“I don’t care about all that. I want to be there with you and witness our kids being brought into the world.” He smiled.

“Thank you.” I smiled widely. “It means a lot to me. I know it’s going to be ten times less scary for me with you there.”

“Me too.” He leaned forward and lightly kissed my forehead. “If I had to wait outside I’d be freaking out worrying over you.”

He lightly rubbed my stomach again.

I sighed softly.

“Are you okay?” He frowned.

I nodded. “I’m fine.”

He turned off the water. “Am I okay to leave you for a bit? I’ll help your grandmother and get started with dinner, then I’ll come back up and see if I can help you a little.”

I nodded. “By then I should be ready to get out.”

“Good.” He smiled.

“Oh, could you bring me my book?” I asked. “It’s on my nightstand.”

“Sure thing, honey.” He smiled, leaving me in the bathroom to retrieve my book.


Taylor helped me into one of my night gowns, pretty much having to dress me like a child before helping me downstairs, holding my hand tightly in his.

Grandma met us in the kitchen, hugging me tightly. “How are you holding up? Are you terribly upset with me for telling you?”

I shook my head, “No, no. I’m glad you did.” I smiled. “I’d rather know, than not know.” I answered.
Taylor seemed a little uncomfortable, holding a chair out for me to sit.

I sighed and plopped down just to get him to stop fidgeting.

“So I decided to wait until you came down before starting dinner. What are you in the mood for?” Grandma asked me.

I laughed softly. “I really don’t think you should let my weird pregnancy cravings govern what we have for dinner. We might end up having pickles and cheese-wiz again.” I sighed.

Taylor chuckled. “If that’s what you want, that’s what I want too.” He lightly kissed my hair.

Grandma made a face. She was clearly disgusted.

“Okay, how about we order something in? Maybe Chinese food?” He asked, “Or a pizza if you’re in the mood for that. I can see if they have pickles…”

I mused for less than a second. “Chinese food sounds really good. Ooh, extra kung-pao chicken, and extra egg rolls!”

Grandma laughed softly. “That sounds good to me.” She smiled.

“Great. I think we have some take-out menus here somewhere…” Taylor got up and rummaged through our collection of various take out menus. “Ah-ha!” He announced.

I squinted. “Please tell me that’s not the one from ‘uncle Roy’s’. The last time we ordered from there I spent the next two days throwing up in the bathroom. I mean, granted that was probably from being pregnant, but still.” I rolled my eyes.

“Okay…” He mused, rummaging through the stack of menus. Grandma plopped down next to me.

“Let’s just order from the same place we always do…” I suggested.

“Deal.” He agreed. He flipped through the menu, trying to consider the best option to order.

“Emma, why don’t we watch TV? We’ll put our feet up, okay?” Grandma offered.

I smiled and nodded.

We moved into the living room and grandma plopped down in an arm chair. It took me a significant amount of time to get comfortable on the sofa. I finally got comfortable sitting sideways on the sofa, with my back against the arm rest and my legs stretched across the seat.

Taylor came in a few minutes later. “There we go! All ordered!” He announced. He sat down with his wallet in his hand, flipping through it.

“Do you need money?” I asked. “My purse is upstairs…”

“I have money too.” Grandma offered.

“Nope, no way.” He grinned. “Dinner is my treat tonight. It’s not often I get to take my two favorite girls out to dinner.” He teased.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, right.”

“Wait until I tell your mother that, Taylor.” Grandma pointed out.

Taylor’s grin faded immediately. “Lets just watch TV okay?”

I laughed softly. I nestled back against the sofa, stretching my sore, swollen feet out in front of me.

Taylor smiled, reclining back on the sofa, squeezing in between my legs and the back of the sofa. He propped himself up on his elbow, lightly rubbing my shin with his free hand.

“Ooph!” I gasped sharply, straightening immediately.

Taylor sat up suddenly, a worried expression reading on his face. “What’s wrong?” He demanded.

Even grandma shot forward in her chair.

I laughed softly, rubbing my stomach. “I think I was just punched in the ribs.”

Taylor frowned.

“Sorry. It was just a weird feeling.” I laughed. “Right in the ribs; one of these babies has good aim.” I pointed to my stomach.

Taylor frowned, rubbing a circle on my swollen belly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, fine. It didn’t really hurt, it just surprised me. I’m fine, really. I’m okay.” I assured them both.


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