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I know I've already done a pregnant Gauri OS but this is for Annika_ishqbaaz who wanted to read about how Gauri shares her news with Omkara. I had a few ideas but this one fit the best. I've already written a bit of the other one and might post it if you guys wish me to finish it!
This one's for you Annika_ishqbaaz; I desperately hope this is what you wanted to read and I don't end up disappointing you. Oh and it's in Gauri's POV (since this is her news!)
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I clutch the folder in my hand tightly as I enter the mansion. There's dead silence, indicating the expected absence of everyone else. I take hurried steps towards our room, already sure of my way of giving him the news.
"Gauri?" the sudden voice is enough to give me a fright. I jump around to locate the owner only to come face-to-face with Tej Oberoi. The man still manages to fuse hate inside me and I take a step backwards.
"Why are you home? Everyone is gone," he sounds genuinely puzzled.
"I know. To the Jaghrata at the Dewans," my fingers tighten on the folder.
"What is that?" he asks the inevitable question.
"My medical reports," I say vaguely and it is partially true.
"I didn't know you weren't well,"he settles down on the sofa. I wasn't expecting anyone to be home, least of all him. His concern is enough to send alarm bells ringing in my head.
"I'm fine. Nothing that's not normal,"I shrug.
"That's good to hear. Where are the boys?" he asks.
"Gone for a boys trip," I reply back as I slowly back off towards the stairs.
"You're home? Should I drop you to the Dewans?" chote-papa's voice again startles me.
"No. Its too late already. They should be leaving soon so it's no use going. And I have to clean up Omkara's studio a bit," I say hurriedly.
"I can drop you too," Tej Oberoi offers and I shake my head furiously.
"Why are you cleaning his room? I'll ask someone," chote-papa asks. I believe the concern in his voice.
"He doesn't like people touching his stuff," I remind him. He nods in understanding. I take my leave then, taking the steps two at a time to avoid being stopped again.
I lock the door behind me before settling down on the bed to catch my breath. A minute later, I step towards his art studio after placing the folder inside the drawer.
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I gather what I need from his studio carefully and lock myself in the bathroom. After a long, much-needed shower, I pat my skin dry before setting down to work. It is definitely harder than I imagined, even with the huge mirror. I've had a bit of practice, but always with him beside me, guiding my hand so this is an entirely new experience. It takes me longer than I expected but as I step back and look at my handiwork, it isn't very awful. It is actually a very clear image and I can't help but feel a little proud. We can absolutely make do with it, I tell myself.
Then I pull on my long top before getting out with the pajama in my hand to check the time: it is very late. I hear the sudden noise, the tell-tale sound of his footsteps as I hurry to dress up. Too late, I realise as he opens the door just a moment later.
He has me in his arms the very next instant, the garment long forgotten on the floor. I barely hear the door close behind him as his mouth finds mine. His lips quickly move on to my neck as he pushes me against the door itself.
"I missed you," his tongue dips into the notch of my collarbone and my back arches at the pleasure. He trails his lips back to mine in another one of his tantalising kisses and I feel a shiver run through me. His hands push the dress back, his mouth pausing to lave attention over my sternum. I squirm against him, wanting more.
He pulls back a moment later to rest his forehead against mine. "I. Missed. You." each word is punctuated with a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. I smile at him.
"Had fun?" I tilt my head a little to look at him.
"I did. And all thanks to the beautiful women we are fortunate enough to call our wives," he bunches the hem of my top in his hands.
I haul him down for another kiss as heat creeps up my face at his words. His lips instantly soften against mine as he gives in with a sigh. His hands grab my hips to pull me closer, bunching up the top out of the way. His fingers drum on the sensitive skin of my thighs and I let mine find purchase in his hair. I drag them, fingernails scraping against his scalp, while his mouth trails down my throat.
I feel him pull up the dress, to take it out of the way and inspite of the sizzling fire his kisses burn inside me, I feel a nervous excitement take hold of me. The anticipation threatens my heart into beating faster and I wait for the moment. His kisses, move south as expected, lips lingering over my sternum then he settles on his knees in front of me; his lips move along my ribs before pulling back suddenly.
"Paint?" he whispers hotly against my skin. I hum.
"Is that a face?" he asks quietly as he traces the colour. I feel anger creep up to me as he struggles to make out my drawing. It is fairly clear, I've drawn a face on my stomach. A smiley face, to be exact, a circle with two eyes, my bellybutton for nose and a smile under it.
"Why do you have something akin to a face on your stomach?" he looks up at me. The look of utter confusion on his face is enough for my anger to subside. His fingers continue to stoke my skin absently as he stares at me. I smile down suggestively at him while he continues to look helplessly lost.
"I had a doctor's appointment today," finally I decide on giving a hint.
He still stays silent for quite a few moments, staring at my paint splattered body before it finally hits him.
"Really?" the word is not more than a whisper.
"Yes," I nod excitedly.
"No way," he pulls up to look down at me.
"Come on, with the way you just got welcomed back home, it's not that improbable," I tease him.
He goes into stunned silence for quite some moments. "Oh my God!" That's when I see the tears in his eyes momentarily before he pulls me into another one of his bone-crushing hugs, his face buries itself in the crook of my neck. I feel the wetness and my own happy tears make way.
"You're going to be a father. A really good one," I sob.
"I can't believe this," he murmurs back as he pulls back to look at me with a dazed grin. "Feel my heart," he takes my hand in his own, pressing it against his chest. I feel the pace of it, it matches the one I've had since I started suspecting my sudden tiredness.
"A baby? You make me so happy," he bends down to press a kiss on my forehead, "And you let me push up against the door," he suddenly scolds, hands skimming down my body to check for non-existent damages.
"I'm fine," I pull his arms to a stop and place a tender kiss on his mouth. He groans before bending down and deepening the kiss, passion taking over sanity. I'm not quite sure how he manages it but in moments I feel the bed under me with his hands trailing a heated path down my ribs.
His palm comes to rest where our child is, the gesture very sweet. I move under him restlessly and he responds back with the hunger of minutes before.
He freezes suddenly then,"Is it allowed? Is this pregnancy safe for you?" I take in his almost apprehensive eyes.
"Absolutely, the doctor assured me that everything is great. Except after some time, when I blow up like a balloon, some of sudden rendezvous might not be possible, but for now, everything is fine," I wink seductively.
He sighs in relief quite visibly before intertwining our fingers,"Oh, I'll love you the same. No worries on that."
I smile up at him and hook my other hand around his neck to pull him down to myself.
"But was that really your idea of how a face looks like?" he pushes back again to ask with a teasing grin.
"Don't hold it over me, I had a horrible teacher," I fling back at him with an appealing smile.
"And for that, you'll pay," he rasps, a sensuous sound that tingles down my spine, before taking complete possession of my mouth.
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I really, really hope you liked it Annika. This has also been named crappily, I know!
