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Hey guys,
Sorry for the delay in updating. But I was busy with Studies. 😭
Here is part II of You've Never Left...
It's more like an Epilogue.
When I'm With You...
Sitting on a stool by the kitchen counter, I stare at my husband, who is cooking a healthy English Breakfast.
Its been a week since I told him about our Baby...
I can't help but imagine him, holding our Baby, rocking him to sleep, droping him to school, teaching him to ride bicycles, and training him in his co-curricular activities...
He been so caring ever since he heard the news of my pregnancy.
***********FLASHBACK************
"I'm pregnant."
He stares at me blankly. His face devoid of any expression. And I grow nervous. Doesnt he want the baby?
"What did u say? Come again?"
I gulp hard and repeat.
"We're pregnant. I mean I'm pregnant. No! What am I saying? I mean to say, I'm expecting. Our baby. That's what I meant."
I keep rambling and he suddenly hugs me tight. As if he doesn't want to let go, ever.
And I hug him back. With all the love pouring out of my heart. For him.
"Say it. Again." He demanded. With a smile.
"I'm expecting. Your baby."
"Our baby."
"Our baby." I agreed.
He lifted me in his arms and twirled me around.
"I'm going to be a Dad!" He stated excitedly as let me stand on my feet.
I only smile and pull him into my arms. Resting my head on his chest, listening to his laboured heartbeats.
************FLASHBACK OVER**********
And then we had a never ending celebration along with the To-Be Chachas and Chachis.
Sahil was over the moon when he heard the news, he finally had someone who wouldn't boss him.
"Here, your Egg, Bean, and Cheese Burrito with peppermint tea. A healthy breakfast for Mommy and Baby." He says as he places the dishes, neatly arranged in a serving tray.
Oh, My Perfectionist of a husband! Even the spoon is placed at the right angle, so it wouldn't hurt my finger tips.
"Peppermint tea? I want normal tea! Aur mujhe yeh angrezon wala breakfast nahi chahiye... Mujhe ghee wale parathe do!"
"Anika, Peppermint tea will help you with your morning sickness. And about your breakfast, aaj yeh khalo. Kal I will definitely make your ghee wale parathe."
He knows it well. I hate to waste food. So, I pick the fork and munch on my food.
Just as Shivaay leaves the kitchen to pick the morning newspaper, his phone kept on the counter, rings.
The name displayed on the screen freezes me.
OBEROI HOUSE.
Is it Daadi?
I pick up the call before it cuts off.
"Hello! Daadi?"
"No Beta, It's me Jhanvi."
"Badi Ma! Kaisi ho aap? Achanak phone Kiya? Sab thik hai? Daadi? Pinky Ma?"
She sighs deeply and says,"Haan. Sab thik hai. Mai toh tumhe congratulate karna chahti thi. Itne saalon baad family mei baby aa raha hai! Congratulations, beta!"
I blush deep shade of scarlett.
"Thank you, Badi Ma. But you have to meet me. I'm so nervous, how will I manage three babies together?"
"Three babies? Are you having triplets?" She asks shocked.
I laugh hard,"No, I'm talking about this unborn baby, his father and his youngest Uncle, Rudra."
We laugh together.
"OK, I think you should talk to Pinky now. She is so excited about this baby. She has waited so much to hear this good news. Finally she becomes a Daadi!"
I fall silent. Pinky Ma was disappointed when I chose to leave with Shivaay. Hoping that I would stay by their side, help them during the difficult stage.
But she did understand my need to leave. She knows how much I love Shivaay. And how I can't live without him...
"Hello? Anika?"
It's Ma!
My eyes moisten on hearing her voice. So soft and caring. Almost like Sahil's Mother.
"Haan Ma? It's me."
She stays silent for a moment. As if to think about what to say.
"How are you feeling? How is the baby? And Shivaay?"
I smile at her questions.
"I'm good. Only some morning sickness. The doctor said that the baby is healthy. If I maintain my health, I'll most probably have a normal delivery. And Shivaay is good too. Happy and excited. How are you Ma?"
"I'm fantastic. Will be meeting you soon! Then we will plan everything. Baby's room. Your baby shower. Everything. Oh My Maata!! Warn Shivaay in advance. He doesn't like loud functions. But this is my first grandchild! Mai koi kanjusi nahi karoongi, samjhi?"
Pinky Ma is always loud. Like me!
I smile as I converse with her. We talk for a while and end the call, promising to meet soon.
I blush.
First Grandchild?
How many more does she want? How many does Shivaay want?
And soon I'm lost in my thoughts.
**Later in the Evening.**
The door bell rings and someone from the house help opens the door.
"Ma'am, Mr. Oberoi is home."
Shivaay is home? So soon?
I reach down and hug Shivaay tight in my embrace. He plants a light kiss on forehead, right on the vermilion.
"I have a surprise for you! Don't ask questions just come with me..."
I follow him to a room we had next to ours. He opens the door and the lights are put on, and my face lits up like a lamp!
The huge room is now painted in colour combinations suiting a girl and a boy. A cute large bed, a cradle, and toys. Lots of toys.
Tears fall down my cheek when realization dawns to me that my baby will not want anything in his life.
Sighing in relief, I smile. Our baby will have his mother and father through his crucial stage, he won't struggle for every penny he will earn.
As if listening to my thoughts, Shivaay hugs me and says,"Our princess will have everything in her life. I won't even let her pick a spoon for herself. She will rule our world."
I frown.
"No. I won't let you spoil my baby! And it's a boy! And he will not be a spoilt brat like you!"
"Spoilt brat? You think I'm a spoilt brat?"
"Of course you are! Billu Ji, you couldn't tolerate the fact that someone gave you a back answer the first time we met!"
"Hey! Will you stop calling me that? You know I hate it!"
"What's your problem? It's been nearly three and a half years since I call you Billu Ji. You should have been used to it now? I always call you Billu Ji! I love calling you Billu Ji! Billu Ji sounds so cute.Billu Ji-"
"Shut up! You called me Billu Ji six times in 30 seconds! And don't you dare call me Calculator Singh Oberoi now!! And you don't call me Billu Ji all the time... Huh?"
I look at him confused. I do call him Billu Ji all the time.
"You don't remember? Wasn't it just last night when you we screaming my name when I was-"
I hurriedly place my palm on his lips, just before he could finish his words. I blush deep shade of scarlet.
"Don't you have any manners? We are standing in our future baby's room. Mind your tongue!"
He takes off my hand and places a soft kiss on my palm.
"What shame? This baby is the outcome of our deed! And it's future babies. You don't have to be shy. You should behave like the wild cat you are. Like the one you were last night! Or every other night when I was inside you, with you moaning my name and scratching my back, deep with your bare nails..."
I blush more, if that's even possible. My cheeks hurt from trying to control the shy smile that I try to hold.
"Billu ki Billi. Right?" He says huskily.
He lifts my chin and softly captures my lips into his. The kiss is slow and soft but passionate. In a second, he lifts me and takes us to our room and holds me against the wall.
I hold on to his broad shoulders for support. And lean in to kiss him again, this time, the lust and desperation being prominent.
My legs are still shaky and weak from Shivaay's mind numbing kisses.
He pushes me gently onto the bed and I watch him stare into my eyes. With love. Lots of love.
Soon our clothes are peeled off our bodies and slowly he thrusts into me, his eyes watching me keenly for any signs of discomfort.
"Shivaay!" I moan and he groans and curses inaudibly.
He waits for a moment and chuckles lowly as he observes my desperation and continues to thrust into me faster.
"Anika!" He groans out and buries his head into my hair, breathing in my scent.
Every now and then we would moan and groan each other's name as we moved. His hands would move from my arms to waist and he would occasionally leave kisses on my shoulders and lips.
Suddenly his moves become frantic and we reach the peak together. Sweaty body and laboured breathing.
Resting my head on his chest, I bask in the warmth of the afterglow. Listening to his erratic heartbeats.
I smile and plant a kiss on his heart.
My heart.
"I love you, Shivaay."
"I love you more."
"I know."
His arms tighten around me as we fall into a peaceful slumber.
With a smile adorning our face. Ready to welcome the future.
"I love you not because of who you are,
but because of who I am,
when I am with you."
-Roy Croft
THE END.
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