Hi y'all! I'm back with another chapter; I really appreciate the response for the last chapter. This chapter is a little longer than the last chapter. I hope you enjoy Chapter 95!
We are having identical twins. To say, I was shocked would be an understatement. Even though, it was definite that I am carrying twins, it was too soon to tell what sex the babies would be. Another ultrasound in about ten weeks would tell me what the sex of the babies were.
"You were right. I am going to have more than one baby. Can you believe it? We are going to have twins. Identical twins," I said almost dreamily.
"We're going to be the parents of identical twins, Livvie," I repeat the words, almost rendered speechless myself. We are going to be a family of four in a matter of months. It was going to be at least another two months before we knew the gender of our babies. But what I am absolutely going to make sure of is Livvie having a female OBGYN. After the episode with Dr. Joseph, I wasn't going to have it.
Livvie was coming out of the shower with freshly washed hair. I had an idea come to mind while she was in the bathroom. I wanted to learn how to do her hair. The news was finally settling in that we were going to have twins. If there was a chance that the babies were girls, I wanted to be willing and ready to do things such as braiding their hair. I hoped that they would look just like Livvie.
"You want to learn how to do my hair?" I asked him. He nodded his head yes. "Why?" Fitz looked at me with a smile. "Why? Should I need a reason why I would want to do something like this? You and I are going to be parents to twins. What if the twins are girls? I need to learn how to do this. What if you were not able to do their hair? Or if you were too tired to do it yourself? I know that your hair is different than mine. There are more products that are catering to white hair than African American hair. Maybe the babies will have hair like mine. But if not, and they get their hair from you or your parents, I want to be prepared for that."
"And besides," I told her as I walked behind her as she stood in front of the mirror, "Even though I want to prepare for our babies, doing this for you is another way for me to bond with you."
Fitz sat on the bed and I sat on the floor between his legs. I had done five braids in the front of my face to show him how I wanted them to look. The most difficult part of this process for Fitz was to have three sections of hair to make a braid versus two sections. I think that was typical. I didn't understand that at first when I started learning how to braid my hair.
"What do you use next? Mousse or gel?" were his next questions as I walked Fitz through the process of doing my hair. "I use mousse. I only use gel for my edges."
"Okay. Tell me if I am hurting you. I never realized how much hair you have." I would have kissed him, if he was at a point where he could take a break. I had been sitting on the floor for well over an hour, but he was more than halfway done with my hair. I was on the floor so long, my bottom was numb. "You are doing a good job from what I can see." I had a handheld mirror in front of me, and I held it at a distance tilting it up over my head. He did do a good job on my hair. I wanted to have my hair in box braids.
I tapped my hair with the palm of my hand. The braids were still feeling tight. A look of worry and panic was on his face. "Livvie, what's wrong? I told you to tell me if I was doing something that hurt you."
"It was nothing that you could do. I'm fine. Fitz, baby you need to relax. The braids are a bit tight, that's all. I'm just tender-headed."
"Tender-headed? What does that mean?" Even though I didn't do it outwardly, in my mind, I was doing the face palm. It wasn't his fault. This was the moment where I had to break down terms for Fitz, so he could understand what I was saying.
"Tender-headed just means that I have a sensitive scalp."
"Oh poor baby," I said, a look of understanding crossed my face as Livvie explains what the term meant. She uncrossed her legs and got up to walk around a bit. She was rubbing her bottom as she walked around. She was numb and stiff because of sitting on the floor for so long.
I washed my hands in the bathroom after I had finished braiding Livvie's hair. "Before I braid your hair next time, sit on a pillow," I said as I noticed Livvie looking at her reflection in the mirror.
"I am surprised you would still want to do my hair after this. Your fingers aren't sore?" she was clearly surprised that I was still interested in doing this for her.
So what did you think of this chapter? The next part of the chapter is coming soon. Until next time...Taylor
