"Großartig.... ganz großartig... das kann wirklich nicht wahr sein."  I grumbled as Roman drove us back home after our doctor's appointment. (Great.... just great... this really can't be true.)

"What's my lady mumbling?" asked Roman as he brought the car to a stop in the driveway.

"Nothing." I replied, staring out the window.

I heard him get out and walk around the car. He opened my door before holding his hands out to me to help me out of the car. As I stood in front of him he wrapped his arms around me as best he could and then gave me a loving kiss on the forehead.

"Come on. Talk to me. Why are you so upset? It's only a few weeks of bed rest. And I'm with you. What's the big deal?" he asked when he realized where my bad mood was coming from.

"I hate having to stay in bed. And I have so much to do before the babies arrive. I can hardly do that from bed." I replied.

"I can handle it if you let me. But your health is more important now. You heard what the doctor said. I don't want your blood pressure to get any higher. So you stay in bed and let me take care of you and the boys." he said, then took my hand to walk me into the house.

"That's not fair. The only way that's acceptable to stay in bed all the time is if I can have sexy time with my gorgeous, handsome husband. But I'm not even allowed to do that!" I grumbled as I broke away from him and kept walking.

"That's no reason to be so grumpy. And it's not okay to just run away from me." he said with a low chuckle as he followed me.

"I don't run, I waddle. Big difference. And I'm supposed to be laying down. So that's exactly what I'm going to do right now. And I'll be miserable the whole time." I replied as I slowly walked into the bedroom and laid down in our bed.

"God, you're really cute when you're upset." he chuckled. 

At least he didn't blame me for my behavior. In the meantime, he had practice in dealing with my pregnancy tempers and mood swings. And even when I didn't like myself very much. It was difficult to be in a good mood when everything hurt all the time. I knew it would all be worth it once I could hold our babies in my arms, but that moment was still so far away. 

The doctor had said that the twins could come any time now, but I had my doubts. They would probably make us wait.

"What can I do to make you feel better, Mama?" asked Roman gently as he lay down beside me. Gently he stroked my belly while looking at me with his big brown eyes. This almost made me forget my bad mood. But just almost, because at that moment one of the babies decided to kick me hard.

"Oof.... Ouch!" I groaned.

"Hey young man. Go easy on your mama." said Ro as he leaned his head against my belly and gently rubbed the spot where the kick was clearly visible.

"Thank you, love!" I whispered, stroking his hair.

"For what?" he wanted to know.

"Oh just for everything. I love you." I replied, smiling.

"I love you too, baby girl. And those two troublemakers." he said and then gave me a long, loving kiss.

If this was how I could spend my coming weeks, maybe bed rest wasn't so bad after all.

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Two weeks later, of course, I was still in bed. Highly frustrated, because despite the fact that I was stuck in bed, I couldn't sleep. Restless, I just rolled from side to side or tried to arrange the numerous pillows around me so that it was comfortable. But whenever I had found a somewhat good position, I could already get up again to go to the bathroom.

I could only hope that my little boys would not really let me wait another 3 weeks. But I could not get rid of the feeling that they were already doing everything for a grand entrance. I, however, had already had more than enough drama in my life.

"Good morning, sunshine. Breakfast is ready!" I heard Roman say happily as he came into the bedroom with a tray full of goodies.

My husband was an absolute dream and spoiled me beyond measure. I felt like a princess. My love for this man grew so much more. Even though I actually thought it was impossible. But it felt as if my heart had simply grown to twice its size, so that I had enough room for my love for Roman and for our little ones. 

"Good morning, Ro! That smells delicious!" I said as I tried to sit up. It took me a few tries before I succeeded, though.

"I made you waffles. I'm sure they're not as good as yours, but I did my best." he replied as he joined me at the bedside with the tray.

"You are so great! And I love your waffles." I praised him.

"Thank you, baby girl." he said as he leaned in and kissed me. I could have sworn I detected a trace of blush on his cheeks.

"I have a little surprise for you today. We're going on a little trip later. And before you say anything, I talked to the doctor and it's fine." replied Ro, beaming all over his face.

"Really? I'm allowed to get out of bed? That's fantastic. But I guess you're not telling me what we're doing, are you?" I asked with a good spirit like I hadn't had in weeks.

"Nope... it's a surprise, baby girl." he smirked.