James carefully helped his wife upstairs. He doesn't want her to walk all by herself in the stairs, so he started setting up a bedroom downstairs. Her stomach is way bigger because of twins inside. He's too excited and he wanted to see them. He will probably wait for a few more years before planning for another. He just missed making love to her.
"Just one last step." He murmured.
"I know." She said a little irritated. "I am not a baby."
"You have our baby." He rubbed her stomach and lead her to their bedroom. "The bedroom downstairs will be set tomorrow so you wouldn't need to go up and down here."
"It's fine." She said and sat down on the bed. She rubbed her back.
"Your back hurts?" He asked. She nodded at him. James couldn't leave his wife at home and just stay in the city. James will never leave his wife alone since the night that she almost got killed.
"I will get your milk."
