Chapter 64: The List

I somehow managed to squeeze myself in between the sofa and the coffee table the next afternoon. I’d spent most of the day alternating between sleeping, eating, and reading.

Grandma did some dusting and vacuuming, but refused to let me help.

Instead, I went through the massive collection of baby books I had and was making a list of all of the baby items we still needed. I was looking through magazines and catalogues to try and figure out all of the things we needed. We had very little time left to do it.
I wasn’t even sure how much longer I could continue to be pregnant. If I got any bigger I thought my stomach might explode.

I heard the front door open, then close. Taylor was home.

I knew there was no way I’d ever be able to get up fast enough to meet him at the door like I wanted to.

“Emma?” He called.

“In here!” I answered.

Taylor moved into the kitchen, and quickly came through to the living room. “Emma! Honey! What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He demanded worriedly, dropping next to me on the floor. “Are you okay? Is it the babies?” He demanded worriedly, too afraid to touch me.

I shook my head. “I’m fine. I was just having trouble getting comfortable on the sofa, so I sat here, on the floor. It’s been the first time I’ve been comfortable all day.” I sighed.

“Oh.” He breathed a sigh of relief.

I smiled. “I’m fine. Really.” I chuckled.

“I looked through those baby names…”

“Did you find anything you liked?” I asked eagerly.

“A few.” He smiled, lightly brushing a few strands of hair back from my face. “But you know what? I think the original idea is the way to go… I think we should wait until we actually get to hold them.”

“Only five more weeks.” I smiled.

“Five? Seriously?” He chuckled softly. “I didn’t think it was so soon. Wow, we don’t have a lot of time left, do we?” He beamed, lightly rubbing my stomach.

I smiled. “No, and that’s kind of what I’ve been working on.” I mused. I reached for the pad of paper I’d been writing on. “I’m making a list of all the things we still need for the babies.”

“Oh, okay.” He reached for the note pad. “Oh, okay… this is totally doable…” He flipped through the next few pages. “It’s… four pages.” He stated in shock.

I pursed my lips and nodded. “Yeah. I was surprised too.”

“Okay…” He sighed. “How are we going to do this? I guess the sooner the better, right? Just in case…”

I nodded.

“And you’re technically on bed rest, so that complicates things…”

“Grandma and I could still go out. I mean, there’s something like two hours a day I can be on my feet, right? We could break it up in two hour intervals… We could probably get a lot of it done…”

“I really, don’t think that’s a good idea…” He sighed. “Just in case. I mean, if I knew you were going out I’d be worrying like crazy while I was at work all day…”

“We could wait until after work, and you won’t worry…” I suggested.

“Emma… Come on, you know what the doctors said. I’m not trying to be a bad guy here, I’m just worried about you and our babies…” He mused, lightly running his hands over my stomach.

“I know.” I sighed. “I know. It’s just that I know there isn’t a lot of time left, and there’s so much I want to do, and so much we need to do. But I can’t help at all.” I mused dejectedly.

“Honey, let me do this stuff, okay? You just need to stay home and keep a safe, happy place for our babies. Come on, you’ve got to do all the hard stuff, let me just do this stuff, okay? I’ll take the list, and I’ll go out one day after work and I’ll get everything. I’ll even be on the phone with you the entire time if that’s what makes you feel better, okay?”

I sighed softly.

“I can even do it Friday afternoon. You’ve got a Doctor’s appointment, and I’ve got the afternoon off work to take you.” He smiled, lightly kissing my temple.

“Good.” I smiled. “It’s just a check up, but I’m still a little worried about it…”

“Don’t be, Em. The doctors said you were okay, I know they’re right.” He smiled.

I sighed. “What would I ever do without you?” I asked, laying my head on his shoulder.

He chuckled, lightly kissing me. “I ask myself the same thing about you all the time.” He lightly rubbed my arm.

Grandma came into the room from the dining room. “Hey, I thought I heard you come in! Kids what do you feel like for dinner tonight?” She asked.

“What do you want?” Taylor asked me, smiling.

“I don’t know yet.” I answered.

“Pork chops?” Grandma guessed.

I made a disgusted face. “Oh, no.” I shook my head.

“I could make that chicken and rice dish you like so much…” Grandma suggested.

“Ooh, that sounds good!” I said excitedly.

Taylor smiled. “Me too. Can I help with anything?”

“It’s okay. I can do it.” Grandma smiled. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Taylor grinned and said loudly to me. “I love your grandma. Maybe she should move in.”

Grandma laughed softly.

“Right, like I need the competition. That’s all I need is you leaving me for my grandmother.” I smirked.

Taylor laughed, “Well, I’m going to shower. Do you need anything first?” He asked me, easily hopping up to his feet.

I was instantly jealous that he could get up so easily and it took me almost half an hour to get up. “No, thank you.”

Taylor turned and was halfway through the kitchen when I gasped. “Oooh! Wait, wait! I need you!”

“Sure.” He turned back and strode through the kitchen quickly.

“Help me up! Help me up, quick!” I gasped.

“What? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He demanded, helping me to my feet. “What’s wrong?” He demanded.

“I have to pee!” I gasped.

He frowned. “What? Uhh… okay…”

“One of the babies kicked me in the bladder and all of a sudden I had to go!” I explained hurriedly, struggling not to dance in the spot.

“Oh… sweetie, go.” He insisted.

“Thanks!” I cried, hurrying through the living room toward the bathroom.

“Do you need help?” Taylor asked worriedly.

“No! I’m fine!” I called over my shoulder, quickly slamming the bathroom door.


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