"My Father, Taylor Hanson": Book 5
Chapter 23


        I spent the latter part of the day cleaning the house while Clare rested upstairs. The twins were really giving her a hard time, moving and kicking every few minutes. I wished that there was something more I could do for her but there wasn’t. The only thing I could do was keep the kids occupied and bring her fluids every few hours.
        Around dinner time I gave the dog her dinner and physically took her outside to do her business before heading upstairs to check on the wife one last time before taking the kids out to a restaurant for dinner.
        I opened the door to my bedroom quietly just in case my wife was asleep. I carried in a tray of soup that I had cooked in-between putting away Christmas gifts in the kid’s rooms. I made it myself out of leftovers from Christmas dinner and was proud, but of course one of my daughters ew-ed my preparation, thus forcing me to the breaking point and causing me to say “we’re going out!”
        “Taylor?” Clare said quietly from the bed.
        “You’re awake,” I whispered placing the tray on the small dresser next to her bed. I knelt down on the floor next to her stomach. I flipped on the lamp that was also on the dresser. “I made you soup.”
        She smiled at me and beckoned me closer. She kissed my lips softly. “I love you.”
        “I love you, too,” I said kneeling back on the floor and resting my chin on her right leg. “Have they settled down yet?”
        “Somewhat.”
        “Good. Are you hungry?”
        “A little.”
        “You have to eat something,” I told her, touching her stomach lightly. I felt motion underneath my hand and made a face. “That is weird.” I looked up at her. “Are you sure they’re human?” Her face dropped and I stood up fast. “I’m kidding, honey!” I hugged her shoulders tightly. “But with half of me in there you never know!”
        Clare smiled slightly and I sighed in relief. Mood avoided, game points for the husband.
        “The girls and I are going to go out for dinner,” I told Clare, helping her sit up on her pillows. I reached over and stole a few of mine to stick behind her back. I put the tray in her lap. “Avery’s been fed and she’s been outside to do her business already. There is water in her dish and she’ll probably find her way up here to join you.” My wife nodded and started eating the soup. “How is it?”
        “Amazing Chef Taylor,” she concluded. “Not too hot, not cold at all. Just perfect. Like you.”
        I laughed. “Well perfect is a little-” I shrugged jokingly “all right perfect is the word that describes me.” Clare and I laughed knowing that it was far from the truth. I patted my wife’s thigh, “I don’t want you getting up for anything.”
        “I’ll try,” she said.
        “Don’t try, do it.”
        “Yes Master.”
        “Very funny.” I stood up. “Zoë, Anya, and I will be back in a few hours but I’ll have the cell phone if you need to reach me.”
        Clare nodded. “Just in case, you know, I start popping out babies.”
        I laughed and leaned over, kissing her cheek lightly. “Yeah, just in case.”


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