Isabelle hopped on top of the counter where an array of veggies, cutlery and a few skillet pans laid about her. “Alright...you said we would be making dinner. Not just you preparing everything. Come on..I’m good at drawing and things with my hands.” She wiggled her fingers for emphasis. “You promised I could help..please?” She reached for a wine glass, funny it was after hours and they were alone here. 

Zoey and Jake were in the kitchen discussing when they should start moving things from their current home to the new one. Their new homes renovations seemed almost done except for a few more things but the issue was, Zoey was due any day now. Being the bad girl she was, she hadn’t really been listening to her doctor for the whole ‘no stress...no worries’ thing. She’d been packing things up like her old clothes and things she and Jake wouldn’t need so they could start moving into their new home hopefully by the time their twins were born. Jake had been in the middle of telling Zoey something when she made a weird face at him. All day now she had the worst back pain and braxton hicks thus far. She literally just felt lousy and she was so ready for these babies to come out. So when she felt something rather gush out between her legs, the blonde glanced down at the floor and her eyes widened a little bit. It had literally felt as if she just peed her pants, but Zoey knew damn well for a fact she hadn’t. Looking back up at Jake, her expression was more along the lines of shock than anything. “I think my water just broke.”

(because Jake is a dork like this)

He had gotten up early by the grace of the sun rising, but it was perfect for his intentions. Slowly moving up from the bed, he stretched a little as he sat with his legs over the side. He looked over at his pregnant, beautiful wife, her soft blonde hair still flowing down the pillows in a peaceful beauty. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, moving the blankets up a bit more to help cover her before getting up and shutting the curtains a but more to help keep the light out, wanting her to get a bit more sleep. The twins had been so restless lately. 

He just kept his sweat pants on as he went downstairs to start making breakfast for her, putting on the bacon as he began to make the pancakes, adding chocolate chips as a little treat. As the two began cooking, he went out to his jeep quickly and as quietly as he could, grabbing some things from the trunk under the flap, knowing she’d never see it, and he only got the basket of flowers last night so she didn’t have time to see them. Grabbing the gifts, he moved back inside, making a display on the table for her of the two flowing flower baskets, the jewelry box, the box of her favourite candy, and a Happy Mother’s Day card before flipping both the pancakes and bacon over, now starting the eggs before he started the kettle for their tea. 

Everyone who knew the expectant couple could see how exhausted Zoey was. Carrying one baby was enough to tire a woman out.. but two? Plus a new house and packing up the old house; her job. Granted she was put on maternity leave at 20 weeks due to twins being a ‘high risk’ pregnancy. So she needed to abstain from over-doing it for their babies sake. It was a lot to take in and yes, Zoey was taking it easy. But it was also driving he blonde mad. So the fact she got to sleep in a bit more this morning was a wonderful thing. However, the twins didn’t seem to like the idea very much because once the smell of bacon and pancakes filled their home; she woke up. She smiled softly, knowing what Jake was up to and in the meantime she went into the bathroom to do the usual morning routine and to get herself put together. 

Walking into their kitchen, she had her new set of pajamas on. They were truly a god sent.. The little dress was amazing but it’d also came with pants and a robe that she basically lived in. “Morning.” She greeted him softly, her hand resting on her large bump as her eyes moved over everything and she felt tears springing forth. “That smells really good..” She’d mumble softly, leaning against the counter studying him as he cooked. After all, being pregnant was like being a starved animal..the smell of food and she came running. Moving to embrace him, Zoey kissed him softly. “Thank you.”