In A Family Way, Ch.19December 7 2006 at 11:08 PM
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“Shawn!” Belle ran into her husband’s arms full force as he walked in the door early the next Thursday afternoon. The twins didn’t stand a chance in keeping up with her as she pressed into his body for dear life. “Thank you so much for coming,” she whispered, her eyes brimming over. She nestled her head onto his shoulder, as he rested his chin on hers, and loosened her hair.
“That bad, huh?” Shawn asked, nodding towards Jack and Allie who were throwing the board books from the gingham-lined white basket in the living room all over Belle’s hardwood floors.
“Oh, Shawn, they’re just…and I’m just…I’m so nauseous, and I have to get the fruit tarts ready for Mother’s Day and I didn’t want to call our moms because it should be a surprise, and I just, I don’t know what to do.” Belle’s eyes welled up again. “Are you mad that I called?”
“What? No! God, no! They’re our twins and you’re doing this for our moms, and besides, you’re my wife and we do things together. How could you think I would be mad?” Shawn exclaimed, as he pulled away from Belle to crouch down to deal with Jack and Allie.
Shawn set the twins down with their Duplos in the playroom and turned back to his wife. She was sitting on the couch, her head in her hands. She looked so tiny and fragile, in her black eyelet skirt and thin pink sweater. Every bone in Shawn screamed with a desire to protect his woman.
“God, baby, you’re a wreck. Do you think you should go to a doctor?” Shawn asked. He sat down on the couch, and effortlessly scooped Belle onto his lap. She leaned her head against his shoulder.
“No. We can’t stay here. We have to go watch the twins,” Belle whispered.
“Relax. They’ll be fine while I get you up to bed.”
“Shawn, I have to get the pasty dough ready today!” Belle cried.
“Baby, you can barely stand up. I’m taking you to bed, and then I’m coming downstairs, and I’m learning how to make pastry dough.” Shawn said assertively.
“Shawn, it’s really hard! And the twins!” Belle’s tears fell on Shawn’s strong arm as he lifted her up.
“Listen, BellaBelle, I’m doing this, and I’ll figure it out, because I love you and you’re my wife and I’m taking care of you. And if that means making pastry dough, so be it.” Shawn said gruffly, using the nickname for Belle he had used for her when they were children.
“The cookbook’s on the counter. You have to use ice water,” Belle whispered as Shawn lay her between the cranberry Egyptian cotton sheets of their four-post bed.
“I got it, babe. I’ll call up if I need anything, and you let me know if you want water or ginger ale or something,” Shawn said, as he swept the hair from Belle’s eyes. “Baby, do you think…?” Shawn started, as he rubbed his callused finger against Belle’s soft cheek.
“I don’t know. I hope, Shawn. Oh my god, this could be it!” Belle genuinely smiled for the first time all afternoon. She rolled toward him, and slipped her hands around his broad back as he kneeled against their bed.
“You were sick like this last time,” Shawn said, trying to fight his smile. His right hand betrayed him, his fingertips dancing up Belle’s arm and rubbing her hand between his finger and thumb. Belle nodded. “I better run down before the Destroyers get into anything else,” he added, pulling away from her reluctantly.
“Shawn,” Belle called out as her husband reached the doorway. Shawn turned around with alarm to hear Belle’s voice breaking on her name. “What’s wrong?” his asked, his eyes wide.
“No, nothing. I just…I fall in love with you more everyday.” Belle whispered, clutching his pillow to her chest.
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