Chapter 142: Plans
*Love is meant to be an adventure. – Gordon B. Hinckley*
Reese walked into the bedroom carrying a tray with fruit, lean bacon and scrambled egg whites. Usually when he walked in, she would smile at him with her hands on her belly that didn’t seem to stop growing. This morning, she sat up against the headboard with tears streaming down her face.
He placed the tray on the dresser and then sat on the bed and gathered her close. “It’s okay, Kitten.”
She shook her head as more sobs racked her body. He continued to hold her and murmur soothing words until she finally calmed down.
“Tell me what has you so upset.” He whispered.
“Your babies are going to be bastards.” She sobbed out and began crying again.
“Oh, my sweet Kitten.” He grinned into her hair as he placed tender kisses.
He had to wait for the tears to settle down again.
“I’m sorry. You probably think I’m crazy.”
Reese chuckled. “No more than I did yesterday.” He teased. “But let’s be honest, we both have grown children and we’re having two more. We’re both a little crazy.”
Helen sniffled as she giggled. “I love you.”
“I love you, Kitten.” He pressed another kiss to the top of her head. “Are you saying that you want to change your last name? Have a priest declare us husband and wife? Make my every dream come true with you by my side for the rest of my life?”
“I don’t want to be pregnant in out wedding pictures.” She admitted as her tears started over.
“Oh, Kitten.” He soothed and knew that he would be remaking breakfast when she finally settled down to eat. “We can go to the courthouse and do a fancy wedding later.”
She sniffled. “Are you sure?”
“Kitten, if my sweet mermaid said that she wanted to get married under the ocean, I’d book us scuba lessons.” He smiled at her. “You want to get married in space; I’ll book us a ride on the penis rocket.”
Laughing softly, she smiled at him. “The penis rocket?”
“It looks like a damned penis.” He chuckled. “Whatever you want, just tell me, Kitten.”
“I don’t want to waste a lot of money on a wedding.”
He tipped her face up to him and kissed her gently. “If at the end of the day, our last names are the same, not a single penny will have been wasted.”
“You’re too good for me.” Helen told him as she snuggled into his chest.
“Nothing is too good for my sweet mermaid.” He held her close and felt her drift off to sleep. Smiling down at her, he settled in to simply hold her for a while.
Reese was resting his hand on her large belly as he was giving in and drifting off to sleep himself. The movement from inside her belly had his eyes flying open. It occurred again and he gave a soft laugh. Then his stomach felt the same feeling.
Helen shifted as she woke up. “I’m pretty sure that these two will play soccer.”
“Are they always this active?” Reese asked, his soft voice filled with awe.
“Not always, but when one is active, the other feels like she needs to be even more active. And then the first feels challenged. And so on and so on until they finally get exhausted and go back to sleep.”
As she spoke and moved to get more comfortable, he felt the two babies moving more and more. Then, the movements slowed before stopping.
“My sweet, sweet mermaid.” Reese whispered against her hair. “We’re going to have to remodel the house so these two can have their own rooms.”
“I haven’t even thought about that.” Helen admitted as fear and worry flooded through her.
Chuckling, he kissed her hair and hugged her close. “I have. Want to see?”
“Yes.” She answered as her stomach rumbled loudly. “That’s embarrassing.”
“That’s just my girls ordering womb service.”
“Did you just say *womb* service?” she asked as they slid out of bed.
“Yeah.” He grinned down at her in her pink maternity dress. Reese tucked some hair behind her ear. “I saw it on the internet, and it made me chuckle.”
Helen shook her head. “Dad jokes already?”
“Just wait.” His grin broadened. “When we start having grandbabies, they can become even more grand.”
Groaning, she leaned into his chest and hugged him close. “I love you, despite your horrible dad jokes.”
“Then it’s a good thing that me and my horrible dad jokes love you.” He replied as he guided them out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen.
Grabbing a white box of muffins from the bakery that Dean and JD had brought over earlier, they headed down to his office on the other wing. Settling into his chair, he pulled her into his lap before grabbing a juice from the small refrigerator he now had in the office.
Once Helen was settled in his lap with a blueberry muffin and orange juice, he opened his laptop and pulled up the blueprints that he and the architect had been working on. Using his mouse, he pointed at the different parts of the blueprints.
“We’ll extend out this wing to make it even with the longer one. And then we’ll add one here and here, we will end up with a private courtyard. That will give the babies a place to play as they grow and need some open space of their own.”
He clicked a few things and then an artist rendering appeared. “We’ll add greenhouse glass, and the pitch of the roof will change slightly. There are a few options, whichever one you like, we can go with.”
He clicked through a few more renderings before going back to the blueprints. “This wing will have an office for you with a door out into the courtyard. There will also be a playroom located between our offices.” He leaned in close to her ear to whisper. “Not our playroom, Kitten.”
“Over here, close to our room will be a nursery. We can add another room over here.”
“Why does this look like it’s separate?”
“It is. It’s a small apartment. I thought that we might get a part time nanny. Maybe help a student from the college.”
“I didn’t need help with my other three.”
“If you want to stay home, you sure as hell can. But I know how much you enjoy working and Frank will let you work hybrid like you do now. Or you can go back full time in the office.” He kissed her neck. “It’s up to you.”
“I thought that you’d make me stay home.”
“Kitten, there’s only one time that I *make* you do something. And that is how we ended up having twins.” He growled.
“It’s more than that.” She grinned as he nibbled on her neck. “You choose my clothes. Chose my car.”
“Okay, okay.” He grinned. “Maybe that’s true.”
“Maybe?”
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