Chapter 73: Our Babies

It seemed like ages, but I finally got to hold my babies. The nurses came around either side of the bed, both holding tiny bundles. The doctor had declared them slightly premature, but perfectly healthy and normal.

“Oh!” I sobbed, holding them both on my lap. “Oh, they’re perfect.” I wept.

Taylor was sitting on the bed next to me, beaming proudly down at our babies.

The nurses had put a blue hat on our little boy and a pink one on our girl. Our little boy weighed five pounds, four ounces and our little girl weighed five pounds one ounce. He was slightly bigger, but I couldn’t tell. They were both perfect.

The doctor had proclaimed them perfect, and I knew it. I delighted in counting twenty tiny fingers and twenty tiny toes. I kissed little noses and hands, weeping softly. They were here, and they were ours. And I loved them so much my chest ached.

“I can’t believe it.” He mused.

“I can’t believe they’re here.” I wept softly.

“Emma, honey.” He chuckled, softly, wiping at my eyes. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m happy.” I answered simply.

He chuckled. “Me too.”

He lightly rubbed our little boy’s head and stroked the cheek of our little girl. “You know, we still need names for them. The nurses asked me for the birth certificates, but I told them we needed time.”

I nodded. “Oh, I don’t know about names. Nothing seems special enough right now.”

Taylor smiled. “Well, I was thinking of one name…”

I finally looked away from our perfect children and smiled up at him.

“What is it?”

He smiled. “Well, I was thinking, that since we have a boy… the name Jordan because well of me, and my grandfather, his name was Jordan too, so it’s a family name…” He started, then said. “And I thought maybe James… because your father’s name was James and he meant so much to you.”

I cried harder, sobbing.

“Oh, honey. If you don’t like it, that’s okay!” He said quickly.

“No, it’s absolutely perfect!” I wept. “Jordan James Hanson. It’s beautiful. I love it.”

He wiped at my eyes again and kissed my hair.

“Jordan James Hanson.” He beamed. “I like the sound of that too. He could go by James, though, if that’s okay. I mean, it’s kind of tradition in my family…”

I nodded. “That’s fine. I like James.” I laughed tearfully. “What about our daughter?” I asked.

“Well, I named our son, I think it’s fair you choose.” He smiled at me.

I chewed my lip. “Well…” I hesitated. “How about… Rose after my grandmother… and Sophia after yours?”

“Rose Sophia Hanson?” Taylor asked.

I shook my head. “Sophia Rose Hanson.” I clarified.

He nodded, smiling. “I love it.”

I smiled down at them. “Jordan James and Sophia Rose… our babies.” I was giddy at the thought.

He kissed me again.

“Do you want to hold one?” I asked him. I’d been holding them for almost half an hour. It just occurred to me that he hadn’t yet held his own children.

“Definitely.” He answered.

He reached for the baby closest to him; baby Sophia. He carefully cradled her against his chest, supporting her tiny head in his large hand.

He grinned proudly. “She’s precious.”

I smiled. Watching him hold our daughter was remarkable. He was grinning so hugely down at her, studying her every feature.

“I’m going to spoil you both rotten.” He told her.

I laughed suddenly, though my tears.

“I think I am too.” I smiled.

We were interrupted by a soft knock at the door.

“Hi.” Grandma said, coming into the room. “You have visitors.”

I smiled.

The door opened and Taylor’s parents came in, followed by his brothers. Zac stood uncomfortably with his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“Oh, they’re gorgeous!” Taylor’s mother beamed. “Perfect little grand-babies!” She looked close to tears.

I beamed.

Grandma immediately started snapping pictures, which I was partially grateful for. I knew we needed to remember this moment, but on the other hand I knew I probably looked like I’d been run over by a truck.

“Have you chosen names yet?” Walker asked.

I nodded. “This one is Jordan James Hanson.” Grandma’s whole face lit up when I announced the name.

“And this one.” Taylor beamed. “Is Sophia Rose Hanson.”

“Oh, what beautiful names!” Diana beamed. “Can I hold one?”

Taylor chuckled and very carefully passed our daughter to his mother.

I passed our son to grandma, who was just itching to hold one of them, I could tell.

Isaac leaned over my grandma’s shoulder, peering in at the baby.

My arms felt empty; my entire body did without them. They had been such a part of me for so long, it was hard to adjust.

“How do you feel?” Walker questioned.

“Tired… and hormonal.” I frowned. “It’s strange. I’m exhausted. I can’t even remember the last time I slept.” I wiped my eyes with the tissue Taylor had handed me.

I wiped at my eyes, feeling slightly silly. But the nurses had been right, having children was a very special experience. I had known that already, but having the babies in front of me; being able to hold them and touch them and kiss them—there was nothing else like it in the world.

Mrs. Hanson handed baby Sophia to Isaac and accepted baby James from my grandmother. “Oh, he’s so handsome! He looks just like you, Taylor!” Diana grinned.

Isaac chuckled. “Poor kid.”

Diana lightly bounced Sophia in her arms. “Oh, she’s beautiful.”

Walker leaned over his wife’s shoulder.

Isaac passed James to my grandma, who had been eagerly waiting.

Grandma looked very near tears; I knew what she was experiencing; holding the baby named after her son; my father.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Diana handing Walker baby Sophia.

I yawned tiredly.

“Oh, Emma. You’re exhausted. We should leave you to rest.” Diana urged.

“Oh, no, it’s okay.” I answered. “I’m fine.”

“You haven’t slept in more than twenty-four hours.” Taylor pointed out. “You probably should sleep for a bit.”

I wasn’t sure how I could ever sleep again after what I’d just done. I was still slightly distracted by the idea that everything was about to change.

“He’s right.” Grandma said. “At least try to rest.”

I nodded, accepting Sophia from her.

“Isaac and I are going to swing by your house and pick up the car seats, and put them in your car so you can take the babies home.” Walker said, clapping Taylor on the shoulder.

“That would be awesome, thank you.” He answered, taking James in his arms. He grinned down at his son, holding him for the first time.

Grandma snapped the picture, and I was eternally happy. I definitely wanted plenty of pictures of Taylor holding his children.

“Your grandmother and I are going to hang around for a bit longer. We’re going to stop at the gift shop. You guys have nothing in pink or blue, and I think you’ll need it.” Diana beamed.

“Oh, definitely.” Grandma agreed.

“That would be great.” Taylor agreed. “I plan to stop myself when I get a chance.” He smiled at me.

“Come on. We should let you rest.” Diana said, urging Isaac and Zac out the door. Walker trudged along behind them, removing his wallet to give Zac money for the vending machine and to cease his whining.

Grandma kissed my cheek and hugged me awkwardly. “I’ll see you in a bit, try and get some rest.” She urged.

I nodded. “Thanks grandma.” I replied.

I watched grandma and Diana leave the room and sighed softly.

I glanced down at Sophia in my arms, lightly stroking her tiny fist with my index finger. She blinked her tiny eyelids a few times before they closed completely. She was asleep with a gentle yawn.

“She’s asleep.” I observed.

“So is he.” Taylor answered, smiling at me. He carefully perched on the edge of my bed, next to me.

He returned James to my lap, and I carefully held both sleeping babies.

“Emma, you really should get some sleep, sweetie. I can put them in the thing the nurses brought in.” He pointed to the glass crib-type-thing the nurses had wheeled in.

“I… I don’t know if I’m ready to part with them yet.” I sighed.

Taylor smiled lightly. “Okay.”

“Just a little longer.” I nodded.

“Of course.” He smiled. He lightly kissed my temple.

I sighed. “How much longer until we get to take them home?”

Taylor chuckled. “I’m not sure.”

“Hopefully soon.” I mused. “I hate to have them spend too much time in a horrible place like this.”

Taylor smiled, lightly stroking my hair. “Yeah, but at least now hopefully we’ll have a good memory in a hospital.” Taylor pointed out. “I mean, we came in and it was a lot of not-so-fun stuff, but we get to leave here with the two most precious things in the world.” He smiled.

I sighed. “Okay, I think I’m with you on that one.” I laughed softly.

I yawned suddenly.

“Emma, honey. I know you want to be with the babies, but they’re asleep right now and I think it might be best if you sleep too.” He suggested gently.

I drew in a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He smiled .

“But only if you sleep too.”

He nodded, a small grin playing at his lips. “I think you can talk me into that.”

“Good.” I mused.

Taylor took James from my arms and carried him to the incubator, laying him inside. He crossed the room again and took Sophia from me. He carried her to the incubator and laid her inside; next to her brother.

I studied his every mood, even when he bent to lightly kiss them both.

“Can you wheel them closer? Please?” I asked worriedly.

“Sure thing.” He wheeled the incubator closer to the far side of the bed. I could easily reach them now if I wished. They were sound asleep and very peaceful looking.

I yawned again.

“Okay, now we can sleep?” He smiled.

I nodded. “Yes. One second.”

He waited patiently and I planted both my hands on the bed on either side of my hips.

He frowned and I lifted myself up. I winced; a small squeaking nose escaping my mouth. “Ow!”

“Emma, don’t move! Honey-“ He scolded.

“It’s okay.” I answered quickly. “Here, there’s room for you too.”

He sighed. “Emma-“

“It’s okay.” I pat the empty part of the bed. “Lay down.”

Taylor sighed, carefully climbing into the bed next to me. “Are you okay?” He worried.

“I’m fine.”

“Okay.” He sighed. He lightly wrapped one arm around me and I laid my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. I was exhausted; a lot more tired than I had originally thought.

Taylor chuckled softly, kissing my hair. “It’s funny…” He started.

“What’s funny?” I mumbled tiredly.

“I can actually get my arms around you now.” He lightly stroked my side.

“Tay!” I shoved him.

He chuckled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I was only kidding. You know I love you no matter what.” He grinned.

I sighed. “Good.”

He kissed my hair. “Get some sleep, honey.” He whispered.

I nodded, drifting into a heavy, deep sleep.


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