ALWYAS, OUR SECRET DREAM 3
SKYLAR WILLIAMS
A girl from England who was searching for a place to escape, one that allowed her to live out her dreams without having to hide in the shadows.
One bratty message was how her journey started, giving her...
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Hand in hand with my husband he helps support me as we slowly climb down the stairs towards the sound of the TV and our friend's laugh. The sound warms my heart, chipping away at all the pain and aching inside my chest.
'Beathe kitten everyone here just wants to you you safe and happy.' I give him a brief nod exhaling a fragile breath.
At the bottom of the stairs, I shuffle away from him, needing just a minute to hold my bump. The aggressive kicks of our babies starting up for the first time in days. Letting me know that they are happy and safe. Not to mention have a wail of a time using my bladder as a punching bag and my spine as a back scratcher.
'Baby?' Bryan asks stepping back towards me his arms reaching for me. His hands around mine on my bump. 'Is everything okay?'
'Yeah, they're kicking. I can't feel them both, Bubby.' I grin, warmth, love and joy warming my heart and soul.
'There?' he asks a wave of tears swelling in his eyes.
'Yeah' lifting my hands she moves them on her bump.
One around the back towards her spine/lower back and the other low on her tummy - just above her bladder.
With anxious breaths, we wait for the kick or thump of movement from one of our babies. The doctor confirmed that the babies are around one month apart. Changing his original conception date after spending more time checking my scan and the measurements.
Our firstborn to be is currently five and half months whilst Nugget our second is four and half months. Both are out of the dreaded first trimester.
It still sounds insane to say, babies. More than one baby is currently growing within my tummy. And soon in a matter of months, we will be living inside this house with two newborns to nurture.
And, the man I love to call 'daddy' will become one in a whole other light...I wonder if I should start calling him something else when the babies come? I make a mental note to bring that up when we are on our own.
I glance between his eyes and my bump. Sending silent prayers that our little ones continue with their delicious torturous playtime. I might not have always been the most appreciative of the fun they like to have with my internal organs but I've made a vow to never see these niggles as a negative.
With every kick, spin and flutter inside my stomach I'm left with the thought of watching our kids growing up. Bryan and I attend parent-teacher evenings. Watching our children compete in sports days.
With a frown and a nauseous feeling in the pits of my stomach at how I'm letting myself think about the future and hope that everything is going to work out for the better I forcibly shake the thoughts out of my head.
My heart aches a little more as I see the glimpse of a frown teasing his brows. Doubt creeping in about getting to experience the joys of our pregnancy. His fingers twitch against my skin fingers spreading wider before he starts to pull away. The warm touch of his hand fades as a chill takes its place.
