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This was a word prompt for: sweater, fussy and pregnant.
This escalated quickly and I'm terribly sorry if this bores you to death!
"It's his fault. He has been acting all weird," her voice is squeaky.
Jhanvi simply nods her head. "You tell me, Mom! Am I wrong?" Gauri turns to Jhanvi hastily.
Jhanvi takes a step back at the look in her eyes. There's a dangerous glint in them.
"No, I blame Omkara. He can be a bit fussy at times. You know him well," she says placatingly.
"Fussy? Fussy?" Gauri's voice is eerily quiet. Jhanvi nods her head.
"He's downright bossy! He actually acts like he owns me!" Gauri growls.
"That's how Omkara cares for people he loves," Jhanvi smiles.
"I have no idea how forcing me to eat a huge bowl of soup is caring!" Gauri finally settles herself on Jhanvi's bed.
"Soup? I honestly thought this fight was about the sweater he was forcing you into," Jhanvi asks, confused.
"Yes, and that too! I know for a fact that Mumbai winters are not bitterly cold so there was no point in forcing me into that huge sweater, " she nods her head.
"He is going to do that all the time. I'll try to speak to him," Jhanvi assures her.
"He needs to understand the fact that I'm pregnant, not invalid. He keeps on treating me like a glass doll," Gauri says with a grimace.
"That is because you are a glass doll and you can break," Omkara's voice sounds from the door.
"Not again," she groans and gets up from th bed.
"I think Pinky is calling me," Jhanvi's excuse is pathetic but her exit is quite speedy.
"So you are complaining about me? To my mother?" he folds his arms across his chest.
"I'm not interested in talking to you," she turns away from him.
"But I'm very much interested," his hands enclose around her. She doesn't struggle, instead slumps against him. "So you're angry?" he rests his chin on her head.
She still doesn't reply so he slowly turns her around and steals an impossibly tender kiss. She sighs into it, her anger melting away at the very first touch.
"Are you less angry now?" he asks as he breaks the kiss for much needed air.
"Kissing me doesn't make everything better!" she pouts.
"Well, kissing you certainly makes things better for me," he places a kiss on her nose.
It's hard to stay angry with him when he says things like this, she realises as her anger melts.
He sits on the bed then and pulls her on himself. She yelps at the sudden move before settling down comfortably in his lap.
"You're being impossible to live with," she murmurs, resting her head in the crook of his neck.
He pushes a stray lock of hair from her face. "I know. But I can't help it. The baby-" she cuts him off this time,"the baby is all you've been thinking about! It's a good thing but not something I want to be reminded about the whole day!"
"It's not the baby, Gauri," he tilts her face up,"its you I care about. Don't get me wrong, I do care about our baby. But I know the fact that you two are tied up, what happens to the baby ultimately reflects on you. That's where my concern comes in. I don't want something to happen to you. I can live without a child but I don't think I'll be able to survive if anything was to happen to you."
He says this all in a deep gravelly tone and she knows that somewhere along the near death experiences she's been through, this is to be expected. Her Omkara had always been a deeply sensitive person, with love that ran deeper than his soul and hatred that ran faster than his blood. So she understands where his concern is coming from, silently deciding to give in to each one of his ridiculous demands.
"Nothing will happen to me! I'm stronger than you think and I'll be absolutely fine. You'll see," she assures him with a soft smile.
"The fact that you are so tiny and so delicate doesn't help," he leans in closer to place his lips on the side of her neck.
"Oh don't worry, I'm made of titanium. And you certainly weren't concerned about me being tiny and fragile the night we made this child," she chastises him even though her blood soars at his kisses.
"You didn't try to stop me. In fact I remember you being very encouraging. Does titanium really feel this soft?" this time his teeth worry at the skin of her collarbone and she bites back a moan, his question goes unnoticed.
"Am I forgiven?" he asks huskily against the hollow of her throat. At that moment she's sure she would've forgiven him a bloody murder so she simply hums. Her whole body tenses in anticipation as his lips slowly travel up.
He lingers to kiss her jawline so with sudden impatience she pulls his face upwards to find his mouth for herself. His arm tightens possessively around her tiny waist as he hauls her up closer. He answers her fierce kiss with a bruising passion, so accurate to her exact need.
She breaks the kiss moments later, panting for breath and he smirks as he looks at her swollen lips. His hands slide up from her waist to her narrow ribcage and she throws her head back with a helpless moan as he bends down to bit her shoulder. A small part of reason returns to her then, reminding her of her current surroundings.
"Omkara!" she exclaims his name in a high pitched voice.
"I love how responsive you are," he kisses right under her ear and she feels her determination fade.
"No! That wasn't me being responsive!" she squeaks, trying to get out of his hold. He doesn't relent.
"Taking my name is being responsive!" he argues back.
"Not at all. It was actually me being responsible, considerate and civil enough to not make out in Mom's room. On her bed to be precise," she gives up her struggle to free herself.
"There's the lure of adventure in that. Anyone could just walk in...," he leaves the sentence incomplete.
"Nope. We are not doing this for adventure," she pushes him away firmly and stands up, keeping a hold of his shoulder to maintain her balance.
"Don't go," he pleads, fingers clasping her wrist.
"You are being crazy and so unreasonable now! Is this seriously your idea of adventure?" she says in a hushed tone.
"Fine. Anyway, our bedding is so much softer than Mom's," he gives in then and gets up.
"Omkara!" she glares at him.
"I love you," he bends down again to steal an impossibly sweet kiss. She smiles against his lips.
"I love you too, but no forcing me into ridiculously huge sweaters," she pulls back.
"I ain't promising anything," he smirks before sweeping her off her feet and walking towards their room.
I'm trying hard to focus on my first fanfic but these plot bunnies keep popping up in my head and I simply have to write them down before they hop away! Forgive me!
Let me know your thoughts. Also, prompts are very much welcome! (I keep forgetting to say that!)
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