Chapter 75: Flowers and Onesies

I woke sometime later, opening my eyes against the bright lights of the hospital room. I groaned, turning my head. The first thing that came into my view was a series of huge bouquets of flowers.

I frowned. “Taylor?” I asked.

“Right here.” I felt the bed shift beneath his weight. He reached out and brushed my hair out of my eyes.

I blinked at him.

He grinned. “Hey, beautiful.”

“Hi.” I smiled at him. “Where did all the pretty flowers come from?”

“Me.” He answered, shrugging lightly. “I thought you deserved it after working so hard to give us our beautiful babies.”

I smiled. “Aww… that’s so sweet. Thank you!” I awkwardly hugged him.

“When I was in the gift shop, I picked up a few things… Want to see?” He asked eagerly.

“Yes, definitely.” I answered.

He picked up a paper bag and placed it on the bed at my feet.

He pulled out a handful of blue onesies, and a handful of pink onesies.

“Oh, those are so cute!” I gasped. “Look at them…”

“I thought you’d like them. They seemed like they’d fit. I hope they do.” He smiled, bringing them closer to me so I could hold them.

“I think they will.” I beamed. “Oh, they’re perfect.” I held them happily.

“I picked up some of the little hat things too, see?” He held up a pair of blue hats and a pair of pink ones. “They’re very similar to the ones the nurses put on the babies, and I thought they’d be good for like… keeping the sun off of them and protecting their heads and stuff.”

I smiled, collecting them in my hand. “They’re so sweet.”

“I got two more little outfits too.” He reached into the bag and removed a little boy’s outfit. It contained a set of cute little overalls, blue booties and a blue t-shirt.

“Oh! That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!” I sighed.

He chuckled. “Wait until you see this.” He reached into the bag again and removed the last thing, a perfect, little pink dress with flowers decorating it. It had a matching headband and pink socks.

“Aww…” I mused. “That’s adorable!” I reached out and held it in my hands. The dress was soft and the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.

I felt close to tears.

“Oh, Emma. Honey, if you don’t like them, I can take them back…” He offered.

“Don’t you dare!” I warned. “They’re perfect and I love them!”

He chuckled softly, leaning forward and kissing me gently. “Do you want me to put them back in the bag?”

I nodded. “Maybe, so they don’t get wrecked or anything.”

“Okay.” He chuckled. He carefully folded everything back into the bag and brought it across the room. He placed it carefully on top of the low dresser on the far wall.

“Taylor? Did you check on the babies?” I worried.

He smiled. “They’re sleeping happily. I watched them for a while, and they both work up at different times, but went back to sleep. They’re adorable, and perfect.” He beamed proudly.

“Do you think… maybe you could take me to see them?” I asked.

“Of course.” He grinned. “Anything you want.”

“Could we go now?”

“Are you up to that?”

I nodded. “Definitely.”

“Okay.” He reached for the blankets and got them off my legs, folding them back. “Do you want to take the wheel chair or walk?” He asked.

“Walk.” I answered automatically.

I started to swing my legs over the edge of the bed, I winced noticeably. There was more pain than I had thought there would be. When I was sitting, there was no pain at all.

“Are you going to be able to walk?” Taylor frowned.

“Yeah, definitely.” I answered quickly.

I got my feet to the floor and Taylor carefully helped me stand.

“Oooph!” I gasped, hunching over immediately. A pain shot through me that almost felt like another contraction. “Oh!” I cried.

“Emma, sit down.” He urged. “Are you okay? Do you want me to get a doctor?” He demanded.

“No. No. I’m okay.” I said quickly. “Ugh… I think I’m going to need the wheel chair though… oh my god!” I gasped.

“Okay.” He released me and quickly grabbed the wheel chair, bringing it over. He adjusted the foot rests and helped me sit.

I sighed. “Ugh, I don’t know if I should ever stand again… I don’t remember the birth part hurting this much…” I frowned.

Taylor chuckled. “That was probably the epidural. Are you sure you don’t want me to get a doctor? Maybe he can give you something for the pain…”

“I’m okay. I want to see the babies first.” I answered, surely.

He nodded, carefully helping me into the chair. He adjusted the foot rests, placing my feet on them. “Okay, are we ready?”

“Yes.” I answered quickly.

“Okay.” He got behind the wheel chair and turned me around, wheeling me into the hallway.

He wheeled me down the hall and we stopped in front of a huge glass window.

“Can you see them?” He asked.

I shook my head. “No. I want to stand.” I insisted.

“Emma, are you sure?” He asked. “I don’t know…”

I placed my hands on the arm rests and started to push myself up.

Taylor sighed and bent to fold up the foot rests. He straightened up and held out his hands, helping me to my feet. I winced uncomfortably. I leaned against the wall and my eyes quickly scanned the rows of newborns. I spotted Sophia and James immediately. They were in the exact middle, both sleeping soundly.

I smiled to myself.

Taylor kept one arm around me, smiling. “See? They’re okay. They’re happy and sleeping.”

I laughed softly. “You know, this is probably a horrible thing to say… but I think our babies are the most beautiful ones in there.”

He chuckled. “I think so too.” He lightly kissed my temple.

“Do you know when we get to take them home?” I asked hopefully.

He smiled. “Tomorrow morning. They want to keep them overnight to be sure they’re okay, and of course to be sure you’re okay.” He lightly rubbed my side.

“Okay.” I nodded. “I can’t wait. I want to bring them home.”

“Me too.” He answered.

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