[Sam260]

The last remaining weeks of Sidney's pregnancy seemed to be slowly rolling by.  Sidney was agitated, cranky, and wanted to kill Marc for suggesting bed-rest - even if it was mandatory and being used as a safety precaution to keep their daughter safe from a premature birth.  Silas understood Sidney's agitation and tried to help out where he could.

By letting Sidney sometimes go out to the couch, so long as he stayed put - he was able to interact and be with the family more often.  Silas also ended up staying home from work, instead of just going for a few days or hours at a time; it was hard for both of them, Silas and Sidney were both two active people who did not enjoy being bound to the home when they knew that there was work to be done - Yes, they were still workaholics.

The duo were fast approaching the targeted thirty-fourth week of Sidney's pregnancy, and they were both relieved.  They had a birth plan all set out, Marc agreed to let them do it at the thirty-four mark because of how miserable Sidney truly was, and it showed in not only Sidney's behavior, but their daughters as well - she was more restless than the twins had ever been, keeping the couple up all night and day with strong kicks, punches, and headbutts to every organ Sidney had inside of his body.

They were now only at the thirty-third week of pregnancy, and today was bath day for Sidney.  They kept the bathing schedule pretty regularly, only bathing once every three days - they both hated it, especially Sidney because of how 'disgusting' he felt between the days that he didn't take baths.  And Silas, because he couldn't make it any better; a bath a day would have been too much strain on Sidney's body and they both knew it.

Wiping his hands on a small towel, Silas came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of tight boxer briefs "Alright hun, the bath tub is full and at the right temperature... Ready to get that belly moving forward?"