Me and You Against the World (Book Five in the Peterick Mpreg Series)

Follow Me Down (Jack's POV)

"Hey," I nuzzled myself against Emily's back. "You gotta get up, babe."

"I don't want to," she mumbled into her pillow.

"I don't either, but we have to," I chuckled.

"I just wanna lay in bed all day," she said, flipping over and facing me. "with you."

"I know, but we've got to finish the room," I smiled. "You know, for those cute little babies that will be here in nineteen weeks."

"Stop it!" she smiled as she hid her face in her pillow. "That always makes me smile."

"Me too," I said, getting up and walking over to her side of the bed. "Now, why don't we get dressed and go in there and finish what little has to be done?"

She lifted her head, then held her hands out. I laughed at her, then grabbed her hands and pulled her up, right into my arms. This was literally our morning routine - for the past few days, anyway. And no matter what, she always wound up in my arms somehow, which of course, I didn't mind at all. As she pulled away from me, we walked into our closet, then found clothes. Em grabbed a pair of swear pants, since that's all that she thought would fit her, then a light blue tank top. She walked into the bathroom, so I just got changed in our room. I put on my skinny jeans, then one of my Jagk shirts. Emily came out a few minutes later, dressed, hair up in a ponytail, and a little makeup applied. I walked over to her, kissed her gently, then took her hand in mine and pulled her out of the room and into the babies' room.

"See? All we have to do is move the furniture around to where we want it, put the bedding in the cribs, hang a few things on the wall, then Em, I think we've for a room ready for two little angels," I said, smiling at the end.

"You're right," she smiled. "Let's do this."

I smiled at her, then we each took a crib and pushed it against the wall. We put them right next to each other on the same wall, but there was a few feet of space between them. We put a changing table on the walls across from one another, but near each crib, then we put the rocking chair in the corner near the window, which had curtains on it to match the green on the bedding sets. After that, we put a big green, circle carpet in the middle of the room. We had a few shelves that needed to be hung, so we did that - one right above each crib, then one on the wall near the rocking chair. We had little knick-knacks, so we put those on the shelves, which included little trucks and construction vehicles above the boys' bed, then little flowers and bees on the girls'. On the shelf by the rocking chair, we put little blocks, then a little stuffed animal. After that, we put the bedding on the mattresses of the cribs, then finished those off with a little stuffed dump truck pillow in the boys' crib, and a little flower pillow in the girls' crib. Emily and I stepped back, admiring the work we had done, then she smiled at me and attacked me in a hug.

"This looks absolutely perfect," she smiled.

"I agree," I smiled back. "We did something right."

"Yes, but now I'm starving," she said, making me laugh.

"Hinting for me to make breakfast?" I smirked.

"Maybe," she bit her lip.

I laughed at her, kissed her, then took her hand in mine again. We walked down the stairs, then she plopped onto the couch in the living room, while I started making pancakes. We've practically been living off of pancakes lately, because that's what she loves, but I didn't mind. Pancakes are basically life, so it's totally ok. Emily flicked the tv on and started watching. Every once in a while, I could hear her laugh, which made me chuckle to myself as I cooked. She's kind of adorable, really.
After twenty-five minutes or so, I had the pancakes made, bacon cooked, strawberries cut up, syrup out, and drinks poured into glasses. I made Emily's plate, then brought it out to her. She thanked me over and over again, then apologized once more for saying that I do everything around here. Once again, I had to say it wasn't a problem, because really, it wasn't. I was so glad to help up, especially if it's for my beautiful wife and our babies. She knows I don't mind it, but she also knows that she hates sitting around, not doing much. Part of me wonders how she's going to be when she's put on bed rest... But that's ok, because she knows I'll help out even more.