Taylor lay in bed, a pounding headache throbbing in her head. She was almost full term pregnant and was definitely feeling it, enjoying the little taps and kicks of the baby but wincing when the baby inside her would decide to do flips, kicking her ribs. This baby was so violent inside her that she could see the indentions through her clothing, feeling a little foot or hand every now and then. Her lower back throbbed with pain, walking becoming a challenge and the stairs a nightmare.
But having a 2 year old doesn't come with breaks, even while growing another human inside you.
Taylor and Travis's little daughter Lucy was a handful but the sweetest little girl. She had bright blue eyes just like her mother and light blonde hair, making her Taylor's mini me. But the attitude she inherited almost completely came from Travis.
Travis spoiled her rotten, making her a daddy's girl much to Taylor's dismay, but Lucy still looked up to her mom very much.
Taylor sighed, uncurling from her pregnancy pillow, groaning softly as her back ached as it always did. She woke up with a foggy brain, but realized Travis wasn't there to rub her back because he left early to go to the field to warm up for the Superbowl. Taylor almost started crying, the hormones getting the better of her, but quickly pulled herself together seeing Lucy shuffle in her pack n' play.
Taylor slowly sat up, feeling the baby move a little. "Good morning to you too", she mumbled, rubbing the tight skin of her belly. They had decided to keep the gender of their baby a surprise, knowing that this could be the last one they had.
"Mama", Lucy said, standing up in her cot to look at her mom with her blonde curls going wild. "Hi sweet girl. How'd you sleep?", she asked, picking her up, putting her on her hip. The baby bump made it a little harder to hold Lucy as she got older, but Taylor still managed.
Lucy didn't respond and instead hid her face into her mom's neck. "Do you want to eat breakfast so we can go watch Dada?", Taylor asked softly, feeling Lucy nod against her neck. "Daddy?", she asked, confused. "He's at work, remember? But soon we'll see him play", Taylor reminded, going to the door of her oldest child's room. The hotel room they got was huge, but Lucy insisted on sleeping in her parents'room whenever they traveled to a new place.
Her oldest child, however, loved her own space. Taylor and Joe broke up not on good terms, so he left the picture and sent child support money instead of actual time with his daughter.
Taylor entered, 6-year-old Sailor's room, startling her. Like her mother, she loved her beauty sleep and groaned as she saw her mom coming to wake her up. "Good morning sweetie", Taylor said, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking her older daughter's curls. "What time is it?", Sailor asked, sitting up to stretch. "It's 8:00. Now get dressed in the things I laid out for you while I get Lucy dressed and meet me in the kitchen, ok?", Taylor said. Sailor nodded, still out of it a little. "Love you, honey", Taylor said, kissing her daughter's forehead.
Taylor slowly took each step at a time, more weight added as she carried her 2-year-old. "I'm hungy", Lucy said, her eyes still a little puffy from just waking up. "Does toast sound good?", Taylor breathed, going down the stairs alone while pregnant hard but almost impostible with a toddler. "No", Lucy wined. "Daddy", she insisted. "Honey, daddy's gone right now, remember?". "No!", the toddler stormed, kicking her feet onto her mom's stomach. "Baby, no", Taylor said, but it was too late, and the baby inside her woke up to this, kicking all over again. Taylor groaned, when she suddenly began to feel lightheaded, so she sat down on a step, Lucy sitting beside her. Lucy, being independent, climbed down the stairs by herself, leaving her out of breath mom on the stairs to play with toys.
Taylor sat there for a few more minutes, catching her breath, when Sailor came around, surprised to see her mom sitting on the stairs. "Mom, are you ok?", she asked, rushing to her side. "I'm ok. Don't worry, I just get tired easily on the stairs", Taylor said, slowly standing back up again with the help of the railing while Sailor took her other arm, the 6 year old 'helping' her mom back up. "Thank you sweetie", Taylor said, taking each step at a time.
