Posted:
8 years ago
Read em all, read some multiple times...βΊοΈ
She slept on the second floor couch, curled up on her side, the blanket still carried his scent,
she inhaled, sat up and hit the light, and looked at it, it was the blue black rich wool? furry kind, she snuggled
He was wrapped in that one when she came by that rainy evening to check on him
There were so many cushions on the couch she had to kick a few down on the rug
There were books EVERYWHERE
she was still reading the ones he sent her, she could bet he was long done with the ones she gifted him
There was fiction, non fiction, "How to" and biking trekking, hiking, how to fix bikes, how to fix ski gear
You name it he had the books
They looked as good as new, he rarely touched them with soiled hands
His pens his writing pads his work desk was all cluttered with stuff, none dirty
The coffee table had tons of magazines... there was an occasional hair clip or a scuncie in between
The hand woven baskets on the sides contained nail polishes and lipstick tubes
ALL hers...
She would try paint his toe nails when he was snoozing, he would grab her and pin her down
"I can think of something you should do if u want to expend energy" he whispered nipping her ear lobe
"I am goingt o Amma's" she whispered
He would slide over and smother her... in anger
She looked at her phone... she looked at a convo from yesterday
She was mad at him for something
"Try being mad now" he sent a picture of him on Sam's couch, with Lasya laying on his chest fast asleep
He was too Sam had sent him the picture..
She felt a twinge of jealousy mixed with arousal
"Good god!" she had texted, sending an emoji of a guy sitting on a sidewalk with his head held in his hands
He had sent back a ROFL
"Dont" she had ordered
"shes pretty cute" he sighed about Lasya
"Who is looking at her? I AM LOOKING AT YOU DA, RAKSHASANEY"
YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE HOTNESS FACTOR IS OF YOU SENDING ME SUCH A PICTURE
She had looked at it many times last night
"Are u still mad?" he asked
"I am" she said grumpy
She set her phone down... and curled up on the couch
She heard emergency vehicles whizz on Nyaya Marg... otherwise it was STILL
There were no barking dogs or cycle bells or autos or cars screeching over speed bumps
In fact the East side of MM was cordonned off at night by Delhi Police after some threat calls to the Zambian diplomat two months ago
She was as safe as could be... physically
She had a Doctor's appointment in the morning, she picked up her phone again and looked at the Webmd App and stared at the 11 week old foetus
"HE JUST READS DA
I BET HE WILL READ YOU ZINN AND THE ART OF MOUNTAIN BIKE MAINTENANCE
YOU CANT SAY YOU DONT LIKE IT BECAUSE
HE WILL THEN READ KANT:THE METAPHYSICS OF MORALS
I AM TELLING YOU
YOU NEED TO BE LIKE AMMA
YOU NEED TO DISTRACT HIM DA
HE IS GOING TO BE READING ALL THE TIME
HE IS A DEVIL
I HOPE HE DOESNT MAKE YOU NAUGHTY
She scrolled through every symptom according to her app
And was too afraid to look at 30 week images on Google
She never looked too far ahead
It terrified her
She wanted to look pretty so she looked at maternity clothes
random trinkets... she looked at baby stuff on the web
"YOU WILL LOVE BALDIE, HE IS SKINNY AND CUTE
I AM GUESSING YOU WILL BE FATTT
ALL BHALLA KIDS ARE FAT THEY SAY
YOUR APPA WONT EAT.
HE EATS RANDOMLY
HE EATS EVERYTHING
IF I ASK HIM
HE CHUCKLES
She had asked him yesterday "What is food like in Geneva?"
"Its OK" he had texted
"U dont like it?" she panicked
"I promise I am eating three times a day" he teased
"Umm.. I am not checking on you" she lied
"No" he lied back
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The suite was huge, he had asked for a room the hotel only had a suite available
He couldnt sleep tonight
He went to his phone and scrolled through images, of hers, playing with the boys, tending to her veggie patch
Fawning over her balcony bougainvilleas... turning the bedroom inside out
Curled up on the couch or bed, reading a gossip mag
The books he had given her were either 1/3rd read or 1/4th...
She loved bookmarks more than books
He chuckled out loud
She probably had more bookmarks than he had books
"NYOB" she scolded when he slid open the sun room chest of drawer to reveal 100s? 1000s?
"You are a book mark hoarder. There is probably a name for it"
"Its called "NHCMHOB" She said
He looked at her curiously
"nosy husband cant mind his own business" she hissed
He threw his head back and laughed
She stared mesmerized like she could listen to that sound all day
"Sirikade" she would order
"Its funny" he would explain
"U are a pig" she would hiss
He would nod and kiss her
Leaving the drawer open, he pulled some out reading them aloud
"what do u get when a cow jumps on a trampoline?" he asked gasping in disbelief at how juvenile it was
"Milkshake" she said, she knew them all, she had read them all, some multiple times
"U need to catalog ur books... I meant bookmarks" he chuckled
"Rakshasaney... DONT GLOAT... some of us love to talk.,.. and dont like to read. PORUMA? (is that good enough for u?)
He shook his head as if it wasnt
She groaned as he moved on her on the wall
"Kaiya vidu" (let go of my hand)
"I licked so its mine" he whispered, reading one ON HER EAR
"Oh great!!" vechukko" (keep it) she said hot and bothered
"I wanted to send you something sexy but the mailman asked me to get out of the mailbox" he read and laughed heartily, shaking on her soft, aroused body
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