Chapter Thirty
JJ was beside herself with joy.Somuch so, she wasn’t sure how her body could contain it all.
She was in the passenger seat while Baz was driving, their two little ones secured in their car seats in the middle row.If she’d had the option, JJ would’ve been nestled back there with them, but the size of the car seats wouldn’t allow it, so here she was.
“I can’t promise I’ll get anything done ever again,” she told Baz, peeking over the tops of the seats to see her sweet angels.“All I want to do is hold them.”
“I’m sure you’ll find a way,” he said, reaching over and patting her hand.“And if you don’t, that’s okay, too.”
“No, it’s not.”She chuckled.“There’s a lot to do.”
“There probably isn’t.Remember, my mom and dad have been by here since the babies were born.”
Yes, they had.She knew because Jules was keeping her updated, ensuring she was aware of everything she did, seeking permission even when it wasn’t necessary.According to Baz’s mother, everything was set up and ready for when Noah and Naomi came home.Their little clothes had been washed, their bottles cleaned and prepared for use, diapers purchased, blankets and sheets fresh and clean.Since they hadn’t had the official baby shower, Jules and Wes had purchased the big things they would need, then promised the shower would be underway within days of their arrival at home.
JJ wasn’t too worried about the shower.It wasn’t necessary.Seeing everyone was about the most important thing that would come from it, as far as she was concerned.And whatever they needed, she had no doubt they would get.
“We’ll have to figure out their schedule,” she mused as Baz turned onto their street.“I hope it’ll be synced.”
She had read stories about twins whose schedules were opposite, making the parents crazy.Not that JJ thought she would go crazy.At least she hoped not.Then again, based on those very stories, she had learned sleep deprivation was a real thing.
Good news was, she had gone to bed early last night in hopes of the babies coming home today.And now, no matter how many hours she was able to sneak in, she would sleep better because she would be in her own bed, in her own house, with Baz and her babies nearby.
Baz pulled into the driveway and stopped the SUV, putting it inpark.
“You ready to do this?”she asked, grinning.
“I’m ready.”
Taking a deep breath, she fought the urge to jump out of the car, trying to keep her cool.Her excitement was palpable.She couldn’t wait to sit on the sofa with her babies in her arms, not having to pass them off to a nurse who would spend more time with them than she would.
“You get the suitcase,” he told her.“I’ll get the car seats.”
She wasn’t going to argue since she could roll the suitcase and, as she’d learned a little while ago, a car seat with a baby in it wasn’t all that light.
JJ hurried to drag the suitcase out of the back.When she came around the car, she found Baz walking toward the house, a car seat with a baby dangling from each hand.
How did he do that?He lifted them like they were made of feathers.
Smiling, she hurried after them.
Baz had the door unlocked and open before she got up the porch steps.He opened the door, then waited for her to go in first.
JJ ignored her debilitating fear of walking into a house without knowing it had been cleared.That was a new thing she’d developed after some of the trauma of the past year.The last thing she wanted was for her babies to know their mommy was a fraidy cat.She had to be strong for them.
Somehow, she managed to step inside.
“Put them over here,” she said, gesturing toward the sofa.“I’ll get them out.”
Baz smiled at her, setting the car seats on the coffee table.“While you do that, I’m just gonna walk through, make sure my parents have cleaned it all up.”
Some of the tension eased in her chest.Not only because Baz was going to check the house, but because he was doing it for her without calling her crazy.At times, she felt a little crazy, but she also knew deep down that it was warranted.For now.
He took the suitcase with him, so JJ sat on the couch, staring at her sleeping angels.They looked so comfortable, secured in the seats.She hated to move them, so she didn’t, choosing to relax into the cushions and watch them sleep.
Never in her life did she think she would find so much joy in doing absolutely nothing, but this … this was perhaps the most complete she’d ever felt.
“My parents took care of everything,” Baz noted when he came back out.“You want something to drink?”
