Moonlight

39

I wake suddenly with an ache in my stomach, I dart to the bathroom and practically hug the toilet. I suddenly retch, a warm and burning sensation creeps up my raw throat. Jack shuffles across the floor, rubbing his tired eyes. His hair frays in all different directions.

"Are you alright?" He asks, his husk morning voice shines through. He stretches his arms in front of him, his back bone cracks numerous times in numerous places.

"Yeah, I don't know why I'm so sick. I didn't eat anything bad." I whisper. He sits on the cold floor next to the shower and rubs my back. He also carefully pulls my hair to my back and plays with it.

"You shouldn't be throwing up anymore, you are in your third trimester." Jack mumbles, following a yawn.

I start to stand, Jack notices I'm attempting to stand and he jumps up off the floor to help. He puts his hands out for me to pull myself up with, I place my cold hands in his warm, calloused hands. His fingers twitch because of my lack of warmth.

"One," I bend my knees, ready to stand. "two," He gently starts pulling. "three!" At three, Jack pulls my arms, pulling me right up to his chest.

After finally settling down in bed, Jack falls back asleep. A few hours pass as I sit in bed, still awake. What if I have the twins early? I want to get the nursery one hundred percent completed today so we don't have to worry about it. All that's really left to do is put a rocker together, put their clothes away, and put the changing table together. I want to pack the hospital bag so we don't have to scramble to get it together. I also want to organize their clothes and put the nursery together.

Jack's breath becomes rapid, his legs kick around, and he starts mumbling in his sleep. Tears roll down his face, curving with gravity.

"Jack, it's okay." I whisper. I place my hand on his chest, calming him down. His body slowly stops twitching, red lines race up my arm. He moves over a little, I guess for his own comfort. I rub my thumb against his cheek, wiping warm tears off of his face.

I slowly crawl out of bed, stretching as soon as I stand on the cold floor. A bright and early five o'clock in the morning hits hard. I shuffle across the floor, carefully shutting the door behind me. I walk to the nursery, smiling at how amazing it looks.

I hold my bump, soon I'm gonna have two beautiful girls in here. I squat down and grab a handful of their onesie, I slowly get back up and neatly put the onesies in the top drawer next to the many packs of diapers.

I grab one of our smaller suit cases. I find a matching set of outfits I can take them home in, I grab an extra outfit for myself, an outfit for Jack, a pack of newborn diapers, a pack of wipes, swaddling cloths, receiving blankets, binkies, nursing pads, and other essentials Jack and I might need.

Since I can't put the rocker and the changing table together at five in the morning while everyone is sleeping, I might as well go downstairs and burn some energy.

I carefully walk downstairs. Seeing the steps has recently become a challenge, being able to see my own two feet has become a challenge.

"Good morning, you're up early." Ian marvels.

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep. I figured I would walk around down here to burn some energy. Why are you up early?" I ask.