Chapter 91: Best Friends

Taylor

“Taylor!” Jackson summons loudly from upstairs the next evening.

I recap my water bottle before attempting the epic struggle that is rising from the sofa post-cesarean. I peek at the sleeping twins before I slowly and painfully ascend the fourteen stairs from the living room to the second floor. Jackson wouldn’t require me to trudge upstairs if it wasn’t important. I pass the bathroom doorway as it is dark inside. The master bedroom door is open, but no lights are on. I notice light entering the hallway from the nursery. I place my hand on the door frame for support.

Jackson sits on his knees at the open nursery closet door. I see no spurting blood, signaling a need to yell at me.

“What’s so important I had to climb the stairs?” I immediately regret my icy tone.

Jackson turns, rising to face me. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think. I just found the bag and reacted. Are you okay? Want to sit in the rocker? I should have brought it down to you.”

I regret my words even more now seeing t