Chapter 63: Socks

”Emma?” Taylor called.

“In here!” I answered. I was making my way through the bedroom again and opening the top drawer in the dresser. I removed a pair of socks, and plopped down on the foot of the bed.

“Hey, there you are. You said you were going to the bathroom and you’ve been gone a while… I thought maybe I should come and check on you.” Taylor smiled, moving into the room.

“Well, I certainly didn’t fall in or anything, because look at me, I’m huge.” I mused.

I groaned in frustration. “Damn it!”

He frowned. “What’s wrong?” He moved toward me and dropped to his knees in front of me.

“My feet are cold. I wanted to put some socks on, but I can’t reach my feet.” I told him. “How pathetic is that?”

“That’s okay.” He chuckled, reaching for the socks next to me. “I’ll help. You know when my mom was pregnant with Zoe, she wore mismatched shoes for almost two months.”

I laughed softly. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He smirked.

“Don’t ever let me get that bad, though, right?” I asked.

“Of course.” Taylor smiled. He finished pulling the socks onto my feet. “You um… know these are my socks, right?”

“I know.” I answered. “My feet and ankles are so badly swollen, mine don’t fit.”

“Okay, how about I stop tomorrow and pick you up some bigger socks?” Taylor offered.

“Thank you. What would I ever do without you?” I sighed.

He chuckled. “Well, any way I can help, I’m willing.”

I sighed. “I think my hands are swollen too.” I held one hand out in front of me.

Taylor grinned and caught my hand, lightly kissing it. “Nope, perfect size.” He teased.

I smiled. “I don’t think you could be any more perfect if you tried.” I informed him.

He helped me to my feet. “Do you want to go back downstairs or stay up here?”

“Downstairs.” I answered.

“Okay.” He agreed, taking my hand again.

He led me down the stairs where Grandma was transferring the left over Chinese food into plastic containers to put in the fridge.

“Oh, here, let me help you with that.” I said.

“I’ll do it.” Taylor suggested. “Why don’t you sit?”

I sighed. “Okay, fine. I’ll go and sit on the couch all by myself…” I moved into the living room and plopped down on the sofa, putting my feet up on the coffee table.

“Can I get you anything, Emma?” Taylor asked.

“No, I’m fine.” I mused.

I hated being helpless. It was driving me crazy. I wanted to help out in my own home, but no one would let me even lift a finger.

I placed both my hands on my stomach, feeling the babies stir inside. I did like being pregnant, but I was growing increasingly tired of not being able to do anything. I couldn’t even put my own socks on.

I knew that life was going to change drastically once the babies were born, and I knew there wasn’t going to be time for anything else because I’d have two little ones to take care of while Taylor was at work all day.

Grandma and Mrs. Hanson had both offered to help me as much as they could, but I didn’t want to rely on them more than I needed to. It was bad enough that they were completely catering to me as it was.

Grandma yawned suddenly. “Well, I think I’m going to head to bed, kids.” She said suddenly. “Emma, do you need anything before I go?”

“No, thank you. I’m okay.” I smiled. “Good night, grandma. Sleep well.”

“Okay honey.” Grandma laughed softly, coming into the living room to hug me lightly.

“Thank you for all your help.” I whispered to her. “What would I ever do without you?”

Grandma laughed. “I ask myself the same thing about you all the time.”

“Call me if you need anything, okay?” She lightly pat my stomach.

“I will, thank you.” I smiled.

Grandma moved through the kitchen again, saying goodnight to Taylor.

Once we were alone, Taylor moved through the living room and instead of sitting in his usual chair, he plopped down next to me.

“Here, honey. I brought you some juice.” He said lightly, handing me a glass. It was clinking with ice and a straw.

I smiled. “Thank you.”

“What do you think about going to bed soon?” He asked, lightly rubbing my thigh.

I finished sipping at the straw temporarily. “I don’t know. I’m not really tired yet.” I mused. “I mean, I did have a very long nap this afternoon… I think I could possibly stay up a bit longer.”

“Okay. I’ll stay up with you then.” He offered automatically.

“Tay, you don’t have to do that.” I insisted. “You have work in the morning… I’ll be alright on my own. I mean, as long as I don’t have to bend over or anything.” I sighed.

He chuckled. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’ll stay up with you. I don’t get to spend a lot of time with you, on days when I have to work…” He mused. He lightly ran his hand over my stomach. “I want to spend more time with you.”

I smiled. “You spend plenty of time with me.” I told him. “And you help me out a lot. I’m very grateful.”

He smiled, leaning toward me and kissed me lightly.

I beamed happily and he kissed me again.

I laughed softly. “You know… maybe I will go to bed with you. I can sit up and read. I got another book of baby’s names and I’m still looking.”

“See anything you like yet?” He asked, helping me to my feet.

“No.” I sighed. “I want your help, I’m not making any decisions without you. But I’d like a name that means something to us… something kind of personal, you know? Something special for us.”

He lightly took my hand. “That makes sense. I like that idea… do you think maybe I could look through that book? I could take it to work with me tomorrow maybe and I could look at it on my break or when I’m not busy.”

I smiled. “That would be great.” I started up the stairs, and he released my hand.

“I’m just going to lock up, okay? I’ll be right behind you.” He lightly kissed me.

I smiled and nodded. I made my way up the stairs and awkwardly slipped the socks off my feet; which were now sweating. I left them on the floor; there was no way I’d be able to bend down to pick them up.

I found my two huge books on baby’s names and just as I turned with them awkwardly in my arms, Taylor came into the room, turning off the hall light.

“Oh, honey, you shouldn’t be lifting those.” He said to me, taking the books. “They’re heavy.”

“I know,” I sighed, knowing that arguing with him was futile.

He placed them with his work bag on the dresser. “I’ll bring them back tomorrow night.”

“Okay,” I pushed back the blankets on the bed, and made an attempt to get up onto the mattress.

“Tay, help!” I asked.

He chuckled, “Sure.” He helped me into bed and pulled the blankets over me. I sighed, laying back against the pillows. “Do you want that funky pillow?” He asked, referring to the pregnancy pillow I had purchased.

“No, I think I’m tired enough I could sleep without it.” I sighed.

Taylor smiled, leaning forward and lightly kissing me.

I smiled.

“Sleep well, okay? And if you need anything, let me know.”

I nodded. “Thank you.”

“Okay.” He smiled. I watched him putter around, walking into the bathroom before going into the closet and getting his work clothes ready for the next day.

At last he climbed into bed, moving toward me. He kissed me again, then kissed my stomach twice and curled up next to me.

I laughed softly.


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