Recent events in the show had me thinking- what will it be like when Abhi and Pragya actually have a kid? Well here's a small scene. It's funny and serious, I guess. Hopefully I combined it well, yeah?
"THIS CAN NOT BE MY CHILD!" Abhi indignantly cried.
"Of course it's your child! Whose else would it be?" Pragya let out an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes.
"Well why does he sing so terribly?" Abhi gestured wildly, pacing the room. "This is not Abhi the Rockstar's child! You sing well, too, so there was either a mix up at the nursery or you're cheating on me!"
"He's literally been born for a day. He's crying, not singing!" Pragya rolled her eyes, cuddling the bundle in her arms closer to her breast.
"That's what you say now," Abhi huffed. "But just wait until I get my hands on that Double Battery to question him."
The family stared at Abhi's antics in amusement. Big smiles donned on all of their faces, relieved that everything had gone without a hitch. Crowded in a well sized hospital room, they had hardly left the building ever since Pragya had gone into labor. They had spent most of the time getting an antsy Abhi to calm down, and Aakash had gotten so irritated at one point he suggested that he and Purab knock him out. When that idea was vetoed, sleeping pills or another sedative had been brought up. It was a hospital, after all. There had to be something lying around. Abhi only got him to shut up by reminding him how jittery he had been during the birth of his own son, Sai.
But now that that fiasco was over, Abhi had reverted to his joking ways to pretend he wasn't worried.
"I did not just go through nine months of pregnancy and seven hours of hell for this," Pragya said. "Fine, if it's not your child, you don't get to hold him. Purab, come here. I'm sure my baby would like to be held by his uncle first."
"No fair, Di!" Bulbul said, pushing past her husband. "I'm your sister, na? Purab is just your brother-in-law. You grew up with me, and junior here probably wants his Maasi. Isn't that right?"
Seething, Abhi watched the entire exchange, and as he saw Bulbul reach towards his baby, he couldn't hold back his frustration. He grabbed her lightly by the collar of her shirt and pulled her back.
"Don't be ridiculous," he said. "He wants his papa first."
"But ji-"
"Zip it!" He mimed zipping her lips. "Wait your turn or have your own child."
Bulbul smiled at Abhi, a light blush adorning her cheeks because of his statement. "It's okay, jiju, go ahead."
"Hmph, I don't need your approval to hold my own child."
"So now he's your child," Pragya muttered under her breath as he made his way forward.
"Beta," Daadi said. "You look a little troubled."
It was true. While Abhi was finally walking forward to his wife and baby, he was completely stiff. His hands had curled into fists, and he was swinging his arms back and forth. Pragya snorted as she recognized the familiar gesture. Purab and Bulbul seemed to see it, too, as they were ducking their heads and snickering.
"I'm fine," Abhi snapped.
"I'm the one who is tired and worn out, and he's being cranky," Pragya said, sniffing.
"You're the one making all the smart comments!" Abhi exclaimed.
"Do you want to hold him or not?" Pragya narrowed her eyes at him. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were stalling."
"I'm not stalling!"
Pragya rolled her eyes. He was definitely stalling. She turned to Daadi and gave her a look. Her elder seemed to get the message and quickly ushered everyone out.
"Chalo, chalo, they should have a few minutes alone."
Once the left, the room suddenly felt so empty. Abhi wasn't sure if that made him feel better or worse. His wife smiled at him, a picture of beauty and perfection despite the bags under her eyes and the sheen of sweat on her face from her strenuous labor.
"Aao," she called as she shifted in the bed to make enough room for him to sit. He nodded and went to her side, putting his arm around her shoulders as he took a seat on the edge. He looked down at the bundle in her arms, his breath catching in his throat.
For the first time, he looked at his son. He really looked at him. He saw the brown eyes that were definitely Pragya's, his nose and lips, and a peaceful expression that reminded him of Rockstar Daadi for some reason. He chuckled.
"He is ours," Pragya whispered. "Won't you hold him?"
"I'm scared," Abhi whispered back, even though no one else was in the room. "What if I hurt him like I hurt you?"
"I haven't been hurt in a really long time," she promised him. "And that's because you love me now. You take care of me, you make me happy, and you never leave my side. You give me the world. You love him, too, so you won't hurt him. You'll do just the same for him."
Abhi smiled, his nervousness dissipating. He nuzzled her neck through the curtain of her hair. "I love you."
"I love you, too, meri jaan," she said, albeit a little melodramatically to tease him.
With that said, she had him hold out his arms as she slowly shifted the baby to him. The sleeping child gurgled a little, but did not resist. Abhi smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips to the boy's temple.
"Just one question," Abhi said as he pulled back, a bemused expression on his face. "When did I give you the world?"
She smiled coyly at him. "You and this child are my world."
At that moment, the family members had decided to file back in, just in time to hear what Abhi had to say next.
The rockstar groaned, throwing his head back. "You're lumping me in with him? Now I'll have to fight our own son for your attention. Just great!"
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