This is dedicated to a friend who asked me to write...and i quote..
"a scene/scenario with maan and the baby and make it really romantic and sexy ... a good-looking man with his baby can really melt a woman ...
am sure there can be so many scenarios ... and it will give the kids a chance to see that sex and sizzle don't disappear if you have a baby or are married ...!"
i hope i have lived up the request...
Heaven Is a Place on Earth
Geet had been feeling nostalgic, she had gotten the best gift in her life a year back and she still could not cease to feel a sense of wonderment. They just had a party and she remembered a party, a year back and how that had come about, as she stood in front of the mirror removing the jewelry and make up to prepare for the night.
The party had been a huge success, their first anniversary. Maan was nothing if not generous and he had made it a lavish affair, yet again proclaiming to her and the world that she meant everything to him and would go to any lengths to ensure her happiness. She smiled at herself in the mirror as she removed the earring and remembered how he had put it there earlier with a promise of another gift tonight, one that would probably bear fruit in future. He had whispered to her how much he wanted her and how waiting for the last two months had been tough.
She then went to the adjoining dressing room and changed into a negligee that she had bought for tonight. She wanted it to be perfect. It always was but tonight was even more special. Their chemistry had no bounds and they had been shameless in their need to touch each other, want each other and their love so far had been restrained as she had been carrying Ansh, but tonight was going to be different, a new beginning, for them as lovers. She had already put Ansh to bed in the nursery next to their bedroom with the connecting door in between the two rooms. This was the first night that their son would sleep in his new room. She had had him with her for the first two months in a crib next to their bed.
She remembered one particular night, she had almost been seven months and Ansh had been at his kicking best. She had been tired with him kicking inside her all the time and had rested a little in the evening to wait for Maan to come home. She had stopped going to office just a week back because Daadima had insisted that she now was going to be pampered by her completely and treat her in a manner that would not remind her of her family. It had brought tears to her eyes to know that Daadima had organized everything traditionally girl's side of the family did for the goadd bharai.
Maan had been the most wonderful husband, oh the leopard did not change its stops ever and they still had their bickering, him always wanting to get his way and she dissuading him of it. But she knew he always had the best intentions for her, whether it was to make her eat right, exercise or get her to go home as her back was starting to feel the twinge after sitting for hours in the office. He had a unique way of showing his love, whether it was the chair, the day bed or the cushion for her to use if she wanted to work or their love making which was gentle and giving.
She had been sleeping when Maan had come home and found her lying on the bed. He had tiptoed to her and caressed her temple and put a cover on her to let her sleep when he had been halted from leaving her side by her wrist. He had looked at their hands and then at her and asked her silently what she wanted when she had told him with her eyes, that she had wanted him right then. She had seen him give a sexy smile that never failed to melt her heart and she had said, "Join me."
She remembered how much of a hussy she had been even with a huge stomach. She had blushed when he had said, "Ah! Geet, toh aaj dinner tum ho!" leaning closer to her and had given her a kiss that was light as a feather. He had teased her with, "thora chakkh to loon, kaisa bana hai dinner," before he had removed his tie in a hurried motion and threw it away. He had quickly removed the rest of his clothing and joined her on the bed.
He had then flicked the cover he had put on her away and had stood to admire her as she had been doing and had said, "I like what you are wearing, but don't you think you are overdressed looking at me?" and had raised an eyebrow. Geet had been able to stop herself from laughing and blushing at the same time. He loved to tease her, that is how it had been but today she had wanted to make love to him so she had just tugged him towards her and said, "baatein band kijiye aur, kuch kaam bhi kar le, I need help." And he had helped her get up and remove her clothes. She had traced her fingers on his sinewed body which fascinated her with its strength that was palpable beneath the skin. She had been tracing the pack on him stomach when she had heard a hiss in his voice and had said, "do you want me to remove your clothes or do something else?" in a voice thick with desire. She had taken her hands away but had tilted her head to one side and smiled at him.
He had then gotten in the bed and behind her and asked her to get on the knees to help pull the maternity dress she wore over her head and toss it aside. He had then removed the hooks of her bra and had caressed her back as he had pushed her hair away. A jolt of electricity had hummed through her and she had leaned into his chest as he had removed the straps and plucked the garment off her and let it join the dress. He had then slid his hands down her arms and linked his fingers with hers and put them on her stomach as he had nuzzled her neck. He was slow and deliberate in each movement and he had then cupped her breasts which were getting heavy with the days and he seemed to enjoy feeling their weight. He then had proceeded to tantalize her by caressing the over sensitive nipples that drew a hiss out of her and start of a moan deep inside her. He had let his fingers play havoc with her senses by tracing them over her body in a leisurely manner and then going to the most sensitive part of her body by-passing the last garment that she had still been wearing. He had brought her to a fever pitch playing with her sensitive folds and when she had felt she was going to explode he had let go and had slowly hooked his thumbs in the band and slid the last garment down. Bereft of his support, her knees were like jelly, too wobbly to hold her up and he gently laid her back on the bed as he finished the task he had set out to do.
He had then gone ahead and replaced his fingers with his lips and travelled the familiar territory of her body from toe upwards and settled between her legs where secrets waited to be brought out as only he knew. She had writhed and moaned her pleasure and just when they were joined, she had felt a kick, a kick in her stomach and her eyes had flown open and her body had tensed. Maan had felt it and had stopped to look at her and had asked, "did I hurt you" and she had whispered, "It kicked" and Maan had frowned not understanding and then she had put his hand on her stomach and Maan had realized what was happening and he looked at her in astonishment and had seen a wave of possessiveness, of protection come over him. And it had kicked again as if knowing it was Daddy's hand and there was no way one was to not follow his silent demand. He had smiled and said, "Geet, wow that was amazing. The baby kicked." They were still joined and Maan asked silently if she wanted him to withdraw and she had said raised her hips in reply. He had then made love to her in the gentlest manner knowing that it was not just two but three of them in the act joined together and knowing that they loved each other. They had seen the kick as an approval from their child.
Geet had not been able to forget that evening, every time the baby had kicked, she had been reminded of that evening when their love had moved to the next level to include their child.
Geet got out of her reverie and realized Maan must be wondering what was taking her so long to change and she came out of the dressing room into the bedroom to see if her husband would be happy to see her regain her figure back and wearing an enticing nightwear, which she knew would not last long her only to find him sleeping on his stomach, in shorts. She was even more surprised to see their son sleeping in an incomplete circle he had created with both his arms around him and the father's head near the son. She felt love well up inside her as she saw the scene in front of her and melt her heart. Even in a light doze, Maan's instinct was always to protect, them, her and their baby. She would never be amazed at the way this man who said few words but spoke volume with his actions. She knew he was not an easy man to live with but she was confident in her knowledge that this man loved her and would cherish her and their son forever.
She thanked babaji for choosing Maan as her humsafar. She must have done something right in her life to have him. He was her piece of heaven on earth.
Heaven is a place on earth ' Belinda Carlisle
When the night falls down
I wait for you
And you come around
And the world's alive
With the sound of kids
On the street outside
When you walk into the room
You pull me close and we start to move
And we're spinning with the stars above
And you lift me up in a wave of love...
Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth ?
Ooh heaven is a place on earth
They say in heaven love comes first
We'll make heaven a place on earth
Ooh heaven is a place on earth
When I feel alone
I reach for you
And you bring me home
When I'm lost at sea
I hear your voice
And it carries me
In this world we're just beginning
To understand the miracle of living
Baby I was afraid before
But I'm not afraid anymore
Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth ?
Ooh heaven is a place on earth
They say in heaven love comes first
We'll make heaven a place on earth
Ooh heaven is a place on earth
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