Taylor's POV
I let her cry and cry until her breathing wavered and she fell asleep against my chest, her head in the crook of my neck. Jesus I missed her body against mine so much. No matter the type of contact. Holding hands, her head on my shoulder, my hand on her back, her back against my chest, even when she pecks me on the cheek for giving her food. I smile like an idiot thinking about finally working my way towards her forgiveness, doing whatever I can.
I gently lay her down before changing her clothes. Slowly peeling off her paternity sweater, sized for nine months, I puff my chest out a bit at the pride of Sage and my babies. I have to untie her shoes because they are slightly swollen. I have nothing against Sketchers, but I will never buy her another pair if they aren't helping. I take off her shirt, only because she has an undershirt on. I know she wouldn't like the fact that I'm undressing her but she will feel suffocated otherwise, sleeping in all of these layers. I exchange her leggings for a pair of my sweats and shiver when I feel the slight stubble on her legs. To be able to feel that against my legs again turns me on more than it should.
Ignoring my painful sudden hard-on, I climb into my bed and turn Sage's body to face mine. Her belly resting against my side is a completely different feeling than hugging her flat stomach from behind. I love it more than anything and almost wish she could be pregnant forever so I could cater to her every need.
But at the moment it's scientifically impossible and I fall asleep peacefully for the first time in a while.
Sage's POV
I feel extremely relaxed for some reason when my eyes flutter open. I don't think I've had such a peaceful sleep in weeks.
The reason behind it is staring me right in the face as my eyes come in contact with Taylor's side. As tempting as it is to just stick my tongue out and taste his skin, the duties of pregnancy call and I am starving along with having to go pee.
Getting out of bed every morning has been a struggle since the middle of February so there is no way in hell that I am going to get out of bed without waking up Taylor.
"Cara mia, what are you doing?" Taylor's sleepy voice does things to me. I can see he wants to laugh at my obvious struggle. Before I let my hormones get the best of me, I remind myself that my bladder also needs attention.
"Trying to get out of bed so I can go to the bathroom. If you didn't have such a huge mother-fricking-frackle bed I wouldn't have to go through this bullstuff every time I look at dangin' water and-"
"C'mon before you say any more embarrassing non-swear words." He chuckles quietly. Watching him get out of bed so effortlessly makes me jealous, I bite my tongue from saying anything rude.
Him helping me get out of bed isn't as awkward as I thought it would be, nowhere near as awkward as him coming into the bathroom with me to make sure I don't fall asleep on the toilet. I couldn't stop laughing when he stood in the bathroom with his back facing me, half asleep himself.
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"Noooooooooo." I groaned in exaggeration. He has got to be out of his mind.
"Yes." Taylor states stubbornly.
"Are you crazy? You're going to wake everybody up. I will drive myself to Starbucks if that's the case Taylor." I put my head on the counter to rest. Marble countertop does wonders when you feel overheated.
"There aren't any Starbucks open this late at night cara mia. Besides that, all the walls are soundproof. Quit making a big deal out of something that shouldn't be." He waved it off with his hands and I swear that angered me more than him arguing with me.
"Why can't I just eat like some crackers or something less obnoxious? Why are you even insisting that I drink a smoothie anyway?" And here goes demanding Taylor. When he has his mind set, there isn't any telling him no.
"A smoothie is healthier and we both know that crackers aren't going to fill you up. Ama' used to eat a huge sundae every night whenever she'd be pregnant. What in the world makes you think I'm naive enough to believe you would be satisfied with crackers?" He says as he starts pulling out all the ingredients for a smoothie. I cringe when he pulls out the blender besides being surprised he knows where it is, and if he knows how to work it.
"Cara," he starts again, "how do you turn on a blender?"
A loud laughter sounds through me and makes Taylor smile brighter than I've seen him all day.
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"Cara..." I hear softly, right next to my face. Last time I checked, pillows don't talk.
I groan and snuggle closer into the pillow. Does Taylor have heated pillows or something? I'm going to have to buy at least three for my house. Did it just move?
"Cara mia..." I hear again, but louder and more clear. It's such a soothing sound. I don't know how I lived 18 years without hearing it.
Something's rubbing my belly in soothing circles, soooo warm. I don't like unfamiliar people touching my babies, but its just this pillow. Something about it...
"Mmmmmmmhm." I groan. And if possible snuggle closer to the pillow. I hug onto it like my children's lives depend on it and don't intend to let go. Hooking my leg around the pillow hurts my stomach a bit, so I let it settle on top. Did it just twitch?
"Cara, if you don't let go, I'm going to make love to you in five seconds." My eyes shoot open and I am suddenly wide awake. The pillow that was actually Taylor's muscular build has become even warmer and my breathing turns into soft, barely noticeable pants.
My eyes wander by themselves to meet Taylor's heated gaze, and it's as if they are silently asking me for permission.
I don't hesitate to pull him closer to me and kiss his side. Neither one of us breaks our eye contact, and he says, "five Mississippi," before both of us are feverishly moving to take our clothes off.
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Arranged Baby
Romance"When God gives you too much of something, he evens it out somewhere else." Taylor has it all. Looks, ladies, and his father's wealth to live off of. Nothing he has was worked for, so imagine the shock he feels when he finds himself working for a wo...
