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Third Wheel Chapter 56: See Slugs
Taylor“Taylor, look at me,” she sternly directs, taking each of my hands in hers. “Deep breaths in-and-out through your nose. In-and-out slowly. Good. In-and-out. Perfect.” She releases my hands and excuses herself to fetch me water with a cold cloth from her private bathroom. “You are frustrated, and the hormones aren’t helping.” She pats my knee before returning to her seat. “I left the door open.” she motions to the restroom. “Feel free to use it anytime during our sessions.” The doctor jots quickly on her notepad. “We’ve made progress. Today, we found the triggers. We are closer to understanding these flashes.” Her smile seems forced. Looking at my journal, she continues, “Kennedy seems unaware of your reaction to the flashes when they occur.”It’s a statement and a question. I simply nod.“Twice you wrote, Jackson noticed your discomfort. When you return to the common areas, does he approach you?” It seems the good doctor is reading my notes thoroughly now.“He disappears for fif
Third Wheel Chapter 57: Olympic Swimmers
TaylorFriday afternoon, I make my way one more time through the entire house before tonight’s party. Kennedy and Jackson did most of the heavy cleaning on Thursday evening. They insisted I only dust, unload the dishwasher and take it easy. My fatigue makes it hard for me to argue with them. Today, I spray air freshener, straighten vanities, and prep the kitchen for company. The activity taking its toll, I cuddle up on the sofa for a movie and a nap. I need energy well past my ten o’clock bedtime. Turning in early is my new-norm. As I stare unseeing at the television, I realize my exhaustion is much higher than I expected. I set an alarm on my phone to ensure I wake early enough to get dolled up for the guests. Normally, I don’t worry about impressing anyone, however, tonight I am at the center of the party. All eyes will be on pregnant Taylor and her non-existent baby bump.I startle at the cellphone alarm over two hours later. Once silenced, I slowly rise to a seated position. Mornin
Third Wheel Chapter 58: An Orange Seed
TaylorOn the last Monday of August, I reset the oven timer for ten minutes. The taco-bake looks amazing. I start to close my recipe on the iPad but decide Kennedy might like to see the Pinterest pin. I place it on the island near the barstools and glance around the kitchen. I have plates, salad, utensils, water glasses, guacamole, and tortilla chips all ready. I just need my two friends to arrive home soon. Ask and I shall receive. I hear the garage door rising. I use my phone to lower the volume on the speakers. I leave Spotify playing in the background as Jackson enters while texting from the garage. “Have you heard from Kennedy?” He asks, and I shake my head. “I’m texting to ask why I beat her home tonight.”“I haven’t chatted with her. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes,” I reply. He excuses himself. “I need to change my work clothes.”“Kennedy is with Madison and won’t be joining us for dinner tonight,” he announces when he returns.“Seriously?” I shout. “Seriously!” I rant.
Third Wheel Chapter 59: Porcelain God
TaylorAt 2:00 in the morning, I lay on my bathroom floor with my head leaning on the chilly edge of the tub. Yesterday, I spent more time over the bathroom stool than usual. It became bad enough, I moved the ginger ale, water bottle, and crackers onto my dresser so I could attempt to nibble without leaving my bedroom area. I found walking caused dizziness, which led to nausea, and thus another visit to the bathroom. In my weakened state, I napped most of the day in my bed. Tonight, I attempt to sleep, but most of my night, I find myself on the bathroom floor. I’m not fighting it anymore. The cool tub feels good on my cheek and neck. I grab the towel off a nearby rack to use as a blanket. My stomach quiet for the moment, I close my eyes, hoping for sleep to rescue me. My headache grows worse with each passing hour.I wake when I hear movement on the stairs and then in the kitchen.“Hey,” I attempt to yell. My dry mouth, cotton tongue, and raw throat make talking difficult. “Help!” I b
Third Wheel Chapter 60: I’ve Been Probed.
TaylorAfter my ten minutes of worshiping the porcelain throne, I brush my teeth, shower, and dress for today’s obstetrics appointment. Choosing an outfit is simple. I only have one pair of shorts with an elastic waistband.I really need to shop for some new clothes.I am not ready for the maternity attire; I just need to purchase a size or two larger now or all elastic waists. Although I can see and feel my baby bump, it’s not apparent to others. It’s my goal to keep it this way as long as I can. The thought of my baby-bump drawing strangers to touch my belly already causes anxiety. I am not ready for that.I tug on my comfy navy linen shorts with the gently scalloped hem. I pair it with a simple navy and pale blue striped V-neck t-shirt. I opt for a ponytail and very light make-up. Comfy and casual will help calm my nerves for today’s appointment.As I slide my navy slip-on Converse upon my feet, a text from Jackson pings on my phone. Jackson: if change your mindJackson: can meet y
Third Wheel Chapter 61: Surrogate Fail
TaylorWhispers.I hear whispers.The soft murmurs pull me from my slumber. Opening my eyes, I find Jackson and Kennedy in the kitchen. They notice my movements.“Stay,” Jackson encourages. “Stay on the sofa. We will come to you.”I shift slightly to sit up.My stomach feels okay.I should eat.I attempt to rise, but Jackson raises his palms between us. “Stay put and use your words to ask for help,” he instructs.“I should nibble and drink,” I confess. “Would you mind bringing me some pretzels and water or ginger ale?”Eager to hear about today’s visit, they quickly bring me snacks and a drink. Kennedy kneels on the floor in front of me while Jackson sits beside me on the sofa. I chomp on a few pretzel sticks, needing my mouth occupied while I figure out what to do next.When I sip the ginger ale, Kennedy breaks, “You’re killing us. We need details.”Jackson nods in agreement.“I need to pee, then I’ll spill all the details,” I lie. I need to retrieve the pics from my dresser. When I r
Third Wheel Chapter 62: A Pregnant Cheerleader
TaylorAfter my morning trip to the porcelain throne and breakfast on Monday, I close this week’s reminder. I remove the photo of the head of a nail from the refrigerator and replace it with the week seven photo of a blueberry. Our little ones are getting bigger and bigger. My hand absent-mindedly rubs my belly.As I pose for my two baby belly photos, I notice my stomach. It’s not much. No one would notice, but I do. I read that because of my petite stature, I notice changes sooner than some pregnant women do. I won’t share with Jackson and Kennedy that I’m already fattening up. I’m not ready for my abdomen to be the primary focus of everyone around me.While eating my lunch on a barstool, I notice the waistband on my only elastic shorts is no longer comfortable. I decide I can’t wait until Saturday to shop with Kennedy as we planned. My waist expands and so should my wardrobe. I grab my cell phone.Me: feeling good, need shorts, think I’ll shop todayKennedy: go for itKennedy: catch
Third Wheel Chapter 63: I’m Incomplete
TaylorOn Sunday, we prepare tailgating foods to watch The Chiefs football game. By mid-day, my breasts ache something fierce. I enter my bathroom, remove my bra, then replace it with the next size up that I purchased on my shopping trip. The fact, I move from my slightly too large size 34A bra to a snug 34B concerns me. Of course, I have read many places that breast size increases during pregnancy as they prepare to produce milk for the baby after giving birth.I knew this day would come, so why am I so uncomfortable?Standing in my bra and panties in front of my mirror, I observe the changes my body already undertook in my first weeks of pregnancy. My abdomen grows, my hips round, and my breasts swell. Before I re-dress, I decide to take advantage of being in the bathroom before I return to the living room.While washing my hands, I notice my upper arms scrunch my breasts over the sink. These boobs are out of control. Walking through my bedroom, I observe my profile walking in the mi
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