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"Hope. We have hope that we will success, and it doesn't matter if the procedure doesn't work. We still have each other, don't we,"
Hope.
"This is the second procedure, does this even work?"
Grief.
"Let's stop. I can't see her like this. I can't see her in bed everyday. I can't take our intimate moments to be something more of a more of a baby making sessions. I can't see her break down at every cycle. I can't see they pain in her eyes, the hurt in her voice."
Pain.
"We aren't doing this to appease the society, Doctor. How dare you suggest surrogacy? We're doing this for us. I want her to feel motherhood. I want to watch her grow. I want to document every precious moment. I want to feel her fell the kick. I want her to feel the pain, joy, angst, love and everything. I want her to feel the connection with our unborn child. I want to watch her fall in love."
Love.
"I don't want the child. I don't want the child. I don't want the child. What are we? At the beginning of our 30's? We still have time. Why are we struggling?"
Acceptance.
"The miscarried fetus has been expelled successfully, Maam," the nurse updated Ishita as she picked up the medical chart and walked towards the OR and to the unfortunate couple.
"Doctor Ishita Iyer
Head of Dental Surgery
Councillor: Planned Parenting"
She took a moment to read what was written on the board, taking a moment to analyze her struggles and misfortunes.
"You should really consider getting off the counseling job, we don't need the cash Ishita!"
Raman!
Hands engulfed her in a playful back hug as she sighed, leaned her head against the body and swooned along with it for a moment with a playful smile.
The voice belonged to a male much taller, a tone much softer and grip too caring to be Raman. Raman's hold was possessive; too aggressive yet intimate.
Adi.
He towered above her, and used his height as an advantage when he locked his arms around her neck.
"Aditya,' she smiled and then cleared her throat to sound stern as she unlocked from his grasp and held his hand pulling him inside her cabin.
"If people didn't know you were my Mom they would assume you were hitting on me, Miss Iyer," he chucked.
She turned red, scandalized and he chucked as he reached for the tiny snack cabinet and picked a jar of dry fruits conveniently tossing a few into his mouth like it was a game. "Aditya Bhalla," she turned at him as she whacked him on his hands, took the jar away and ushered him towards the adjoined wash basin then conveniently washing his hands for him as she fired him in Tamil.
He hugged her as he whispered a mild, "I missed you, Amma"
She chuckled as she hugged him back and sighed, "I missed you too."
"It's Aditya Iyer," he held her closer taking in her scent. She smelled like Sandalwood and a whiff of vanilla; he blamed it on her morning prayers and her chastising when she couldn't get Ruhi and him to pay attention. "I had it changed when I could get it changed."
"But Adi,"
"It's not up for discussion, Ishita. It's not a gift to you. It's how I feel. Being ignored by a man who called himself my father for 12 years, shoved aside by my mother who claimed to love me and then to find a mother in you - I have come a long way." He pulled away to look into her eyes. "And then log kya kahenge if the man of the house doesn't share his Amma's name?"
"Accha?" She smiled at him as she pulled away. "Where's that sister of yours?"
He turned to set the table, which basically meant the sitting area, where they usually had two dinners a week at.
"Amma,"
"Hmm,"
"I was wondering, how do you have such a massive office?"
He winked at her.
"Because I meet a lot of people?"
"And not because Mr. Patel likes you?" He pondered quite visibly.
She flung a spare cushion at him and would have been pulling at his ears if it hadn't been Ruhi who as usual barged into the room, her pony tails flying around ad a bright smile on her face, and screamed Mamaaa as she ran towards Ishita and hugged her while the older had to focus on regaining her balance as she turned towards her baccha and showered the little on with love.
"She's fine, I checked her. No scratches, wounds or even pimples, Matangi," scoffed at Miss Iyers daily routine of scanning her daughter.
Ishita turned and gave the owner of the voice a dirty look while Adi and Ruhi tried not to giggle.
"Sometimes, I tend to forget that she's even human," mused the voice as he shook his head at them while Adi and he set the table.
"Are you calling Amma pretty?" chuckled Aditya.
"No, Im just saying Ruhi resembles an anime character more than a human. Long hair, tiny, overly hyper and that screeching," he chucked.
Ruhi growled. "And that," he continued, "And I got lunch so I'm obviously staying over for lunch, if anyone protests," he emphasized on anyone as he turned to Ishita and gave her an equally dirty look after which Adi and he turned on the TV and caught up on their favorite Anime while he served the four of them dinner. And all she could think of was; Raman never did that.
Raman Bhalla had to be served, looked after and pampered to the foot. Everything had to be done to please him. And when it wasn't you had to deal with his anger and visible displeasure.
Oii mouthed Aditya helping Aryan out with his Hindi while Ruhi dug into her food. "Ishita, food. Jaldi. See, Aditya has soccer practice, Ruhi has ballet class and I have a really important surgery to look over. And we have two hours. So, jaldi."
"Weren't we quitting soccer, Adi? You really can't afford to continue; not really with your injury and not with how it is affecting your grades," Ishita lectured as she served Ruhi half the stuff off her plate.
"I know, Amma. But I really need the scholariship."
"No, you don't. We can pay for University."
"Not unless we got and beg dad for money, we can't," he snapped, "I'm sorry, Mom. You are trying hard, I know. But I hate to see you overwork yourself. I hate to see you burdened with taking caring of us and I wouldn't want you to pay for college. You're an amazing mom and I'm lucky to have but university is my responsibility okay?"
He hated it. He hated to see her struggle to support them. Aditya Bhalla had been seven when his biological parents split, twelve when his adoptive mother left his father and thirteen when they moved nations. They had been the three of them hiding from a powerful man without funds, support and only love to keep together. He could still remember the first week they spent here; in a dingy shelter as Amma sold away her belongings to get away with expenses. When they had none and the legal system close to catching up on them Amma had given up on getting a decent or suitable job in the medical field. For a year two years Amma and he juggled Ru, living in places that grew better in months to come, struggling to pay rent, and studies. Amma in those years survived on barely four hours of sleep as she juggled licensing exams, a fellowship and part-time jobs. When other medical students died out on rigorous training his Amma had then aged twenty-nine taken care of two teens that she didn't even girl birth to but never once did she let them know if her struggle. There was always food on the table, money for lunch, celebrations of little events, social services at bay and happiness. They did not have the large scale celebrations, massive parties or money to splurge like they did but they had each other. At twenty nine did Amma's struggles lessen when Adi struggled to get in and found himself accepted on full merit, Amma had been hired by a reputed medical institution and Amma due to her position been offered a good price on an apartment way beyond their means. Amma never explained what it was that got her the apartment and he knew Amma better than to accuse her of anything. And she showed him the legal documents the day they moved in.
"I would have never agreed to bring you'll if I couldn't support you'll Adi," she had said to him as she placed a light peck on her forehead. How could Dad underestimate Amma? Amma had been highly educated which made her move easier but not as easy as she expected it to be. Amma had to struggle to get licensed once again and then study for another few months followed by practicing temporarily a year after which she was offered a fulltime job with the clause of hearing to couples struggling with infertility. She was offered an corporation funded apartment which was full paid off but a certain part of her salary went to the payment of the apartment until she solely owned it at the end of her duration of her contract.
"It's hard but safer. We're secured, Adi," she had said to him. "No buts, and I managed to get you some of the fancy toys you like,"
And he hugged her. And that's how Aditya Iyer came to live in two storied penthouses at one of NYC's plush towers. And that was how they met Demitri, uff, Aryan Demitri Patel; the 34 year old rich kid/business genius who Amma worked under, who had taken Adi and Ruhi under his wing and who had this mad mad crush on Amma but never accepted it.
Edited by -Ara- - 10 years ago
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