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Chapter 64: It’s a good thing humans don’t have to shop for their children.
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Third Wheel Chapter 65: You Are One-Hundred Percent Nerd.
TaylorI smile at the calendar. Today is the day; it’s finally December 7th. Today is the sonogram that will hopefully divulge the sex of the twins. I’m excited, Kennedy is excited, and Jackson is a nervous wreck. It’s cute. I’m very excited for the two of them.Jackson meets me in the parking lot as usual for the appointment. “Ready for this?” he asks.“Are you ready for this?” I counter.He shakes his head, and we walk into the three-story physician’s office building. “The good news is, we know there are two babies in here.” I rub my tummy as I speak. “No more surprise babies. Just finding out if they will pee sitting down or standing up.” Jackson sputters. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in for a side-hug. “You’re a dork,” he says for the millionth time.“Good news,” I reply. “Your children will be fifty-percent my genes. The nerd and dork genes are dominant. Are you prepared?” I tease.“I can only hope I have a brainiac daughter just like you.” Jackson’s words hi
Third Wheel Chapter 66: Two Jackson Juniors
TaylorOn Thursday, I awake from my afternoon catnap slowly sitting up. While I wait for my body to adjust, I snag my phone from the coffee-table. My alerts notify of three Facebook messages, one snap on Snap Chat, and a text from Kennedy.I read the text first, finding Kennedy will be at Madison’s again this evening. I guess Jackson and I will continue working through our fast-food list. I mentally tally she spent four evenings of the last seven with Madison. It seems Madison’s marriage struggles are more than she can handle. I may try to stay awake until Kennedy comes home tonight to get an update on the situation. Maybe I can assist Madison, too.Later, I decide to take advantage of the forty-five-degree day and venture out for a walk. As I round the corner, I notice Madison pulling into her driveway. She is home early, and I plan to take advantage of this opportunity. Keeping a steady pace, soon I arrive at Madison’s door. Ringing the bell, I attempt to organize my questions while
Third Wheel Chapter 67: The Confession
Taylor at Dr. Wilson’s OfficeThursday, December 15“Your journal is open. What shall we discuss today?” Dr. Wilson inquires, pointing at my open notebook in my lap.“I’m concerned about Kennedy,” I inform. “She spends three or four nights a week at Madison’s house instead of spending the evening with Jackson and me.” I close my notebook. “Madison’s husband has moved out, and Kennedy said she was helping Madison cope. It has been several months now, and I fear there is more to the situation.” I rise from my chair and pace the office. “She opts not to attend the OB appointments with me. I invite her multiple times. I mean, these are her babies, and this is her pregnancy. She doesn’t seem as interested as she was the first few weeks.” I pause, placing my hands on the back of my chair. “I feel she her pull away from all of us. I don’t know of anything we did to cause it. Will she magically return for the birth of the twins and be involved? Will she even come to the hospital for the birth?
Third Wheel Chapter 68: A Call Back
TaylorMy new year starts with my new puppy’s arrival on January Second. While playing together on the floor, my cell phone vibrates.Jorge: home yet?Me: yesJorge: can I call?Me: yes Moments pass before a FaceTime call from Jorge arrives. When I answer, the first words I hear are not hello or hi.“Hey dork, turn the camera around so I can see your new puppy,” he demands.“And here I thought you called to talk to me.” I attempt to inflict guilt upon my friend for not caring to speak to me. However, Jorge shows no shame. We talk for over forty minutes as I follow the puppy around the house with my phone for him. I finally let Jorge go, so I can take my new puppy to the backyard to potty.I return my phone to my pocket, pick up Nymeria, then approach the backdoor. I bend down, ring the sleigh bells I hung on a post by the door, and announce to Nymeria, “It’s time to potty.” I ring the bells one more time and say, “Time to potty,” again before we head outside. I read online that these
Third Wheel Chapter 69: A Demon
TaylorAt the end of February, as usual, the sound of the rising garage door signals my alone time, complete for the day. Not that Nya isn’t a great distraction, but human interaction is lacking in my daily routine. Nya waddles as her little tail excitedly wags towards the garage entrance. I ask her to sit, which she does with tail still brushing against the tile floor. When Jackson enters, she immediately raises her front paws as if doggy-paddling in the air. This is how she begs for anything and everything. Right now, she wants his full attention.“There’s my little girl,” Jackson greets, sweeping Nya into his arms. Her little puppy tongue places kiss after kiss on his cheek as her front paws rest on his shoulder. “What did you two do today?” He baby-talks to her with eyes on me.“The usual: lots of naps, a few playtimes in the backyard, and a session focused on training,” I answer.Jackson chuckles as Nya refuses to stop slathering her kisses on his cheek. He lowers her to the floor
Third Wheel Chapter 70: Mr. Perfect
Taylor at Dr. Wilson’s OfficeThursday, March 9 “My dreams of a family consume my thoughts daily. I fear they cause me to cling to the men in my life desperately,” I confess.Dr. Wilson nods before asking, “When you are in a relationship, do you see that man in your dreams of a family?”Cocking my head to the side, I ponder over my visions of family and future. “I don’t. When I envisioned my family, John was never the father figure.”“As we discussed in previous sessions, you are not trying to change these men. You hope they will wake up and change on their own,” Dr. Wilson says. “Did you make the list of traits you dream of in a spouse and father of your children?” When I nod yes, she continues. “Did you make the pros and cons lists of your past three boyfriends?” Again, I nod. She passes an orange highlighter to me. “Please highlight the traits that match those on your list of a dream spouse.” It only takes a moment to complete this task. There is not much for me to highlight.“Now
Third Wheel Chapter 71: Donuts vs. Peanut Butter
TaylorBy late afternoon, the warm aroma of chicken and noodles swarms throughout the house. Cuddled under a blanket, Nya asleep at my feet, I shut off the TV and open my Kindle. I’m transported to Denver, Colorado, for more escapades of India Savage and her gang.As is usual when I read, time passes quickly. Kennedy emerges from the garage, causing Nya to flop from the sofa to the floor, before running to greet her. I rise much slower to avoid upsetting my stomach and the babies.“I should take her out,” I inform Kennedy.“Let me do it. You get right back on that sofa,” Kennedy orders. “You fixed dinner; it smells divine. I will take her out.”The two skip to the door and outside, as I tumble back into my comfy position on the sofa. Returning from the yard, Kennedy rewards Nya with a treat before looking my way.“Need a drink or a snack?” she asks.I start to shake my head but decide a snack would be smart. Hours flew by since I last nibbled. I ask for some pretzels and water. Kennedy
Third Wheel Chapter 72: Alternate Universe
TaylorJust out of my barely warm-but-safe-for-the-baby bath, I scoop up Nya, and we crash on the sofa. My eyes flutter open to the vision of Jackson standing over me with Nya in his arms, lapping at his cheek and neck.“Hey, sleepy,” he greets.I slowly slide to a semi-upright position near the arm of the sofa. Jackson doesn’t hide his shit-eating-grin.“What did you do?”He is up to something ornery; he has no poker face.“Look at your phone.” Is all he says, carrying Nya up to change his clothes.I snag my phone from my pocket. I have a new text from Jackson. It’s a picture. He took a picture of Nya sleeping on my chest while I napped. I can’t be mad at him. It is a tender moment. I need to frame this one. My large pregnancy belly looms prominently as I am horizontal. Nya snuggles on my chest with her head propped on my belly bump, and my puffy face is peaceful in sleep. I love this snapshot. I’m glad he recorded this moment in time for me. Nya naps beside me in the recliner or at
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- Third Wheel Chapter 91: Best Friends
- Third Wheel Chapter 90: Kennedy’s Confession
- Third Wheel Chapter 89: Mom-Mode
- Third Wheel Chapter 88: A Shift
- Third Wheel Chapter 87: So, She Loves Me.
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- Third Wheel Chapter 85: Adopted Daughter
