Hey!I'm new here and it's my first time trying to write FanFiction.I hope you will like it! š
Two or three shot.Not in chronological order. (I felt its better that way?)š³
Suraj stood rooted in his place. He was unable to move an inch, no, he wouldn't have been able to even if he wanted. His eyes went wide as the monitor displayed images of his baby. His, and Chakor's. THEIR baby. That sounded so... right.
Chakor looked at him from the corner of her eye and she opened her mouth to speak, only to close it again. She didn't want to disturb this serene atmosphere, this silence, this moment they shared with their child. She didn't mind that cold abomination of a gel in her stomach anymore, now that she saw the baby.
She squeezed his hand as the doctor began telling them about their baby, adding with a smile that he seemed to be sucking his thumb. He looked at her, eyes full of love and affection for her, and their baby. He kissed the back of her hand and intertwined their fingers.
As he looked up at the monitor again, Chakor swore she saw a tear roll down his cheek.
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Chakor looked around the room, again. This was the thirty second time she'd done that, and yet, the Doctor still hasn't returned with the reports. She glanced at Suraj's watch, 2.30. It had been one entire hour since they had arrived in the room.
She could sense that Suraj was impatient as well. He had been tapping his finger on the table for almost 15 minutes now. She had suggested that they leave and come back for the reports the next day. But, all she had got was a word (Hint: Two letters, starts with N, and ends with O) and a huff of irritation.
Chakor rolled her eyes. It had all started this morning, when she had gotten out of their room and was walking toward the main hall, when she felt dizzy and lost consciousness. Suraj had run like a madman, and at lightning speed too, to prevent her from falling down the stairs. And then he had lifted her up like it was just another day's work, got down the staircase, whizzed past everyone in the main hall, settled her in his jeep and had driven here, to the hospital. Honestly, talk about exaggeration.
Presently, the Doctor arrived, smiling down at the couple. 'About time,' she heard Suraj mutter. She stifled a giggle, and focused her attention on the Doctor. Beaming, the Doctor told them, "Congratulations, Mrs. Rajvanshi, you're pregnant. 2 months to be exact. Now,..." THUD.
The Doctor would have continued, had Suraj not fainted from shock, or surprise, it didn't matter which right now.
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Poke. Poke. "Suraj."
No response.
Pinch. "Suraj."
STILL no response.
WHAM.
"Haah what? What happened?" Suraj woke up with a start. He looked at Chakor like a deer caught in headlights, and at this moment he looked like the confused, sleepy and scared emoji, all at once.
"I'm not able to sleep." She whispered, followed with a sob. Suraj was only half awake till then, but her sniffling sent all the alarms ringing in his brain, at their highest and most annoying volumes. He pulled her into an embrace, which wasn't quite complete, because, well, it was her 5th month after all, and her stomach had grown considerably.
"What's wrong?" He asked softly, kissing her forehead and gently stroking her cheek.
"He's moving around too much. I can't sleep. He's... Suraj, he's okay right? I'm scared."
"Oh baby, she's great. She's doing fine. She's probably just searching for a comfortable position to sleep, like you." He joked, trying to cheer her up.
She hmmmed. Not happy with her lack of reaction, he suggested with a smirk, "Long drive pe chalein?" She hugged him tighter, and that's all the indication Suraj needed.
Tomorrow was Monday, he has work tomorrow, and he hadn't had enough sleep, but he could care less. He'd worry about these trivial matters tomorrow. All that mattered right now was HER.
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Vivaan could barely control himself. Imli shot him a glare. He raised his arms in surrender, but still managed a snort.
Suraj Narayan Rajvanshi had been thrown out of his room. By his Wife, nonetheless. Suraj called out to his wife numerous times, rapping on the door incessantly. "Chakor, sweetheart, I'm sorry. Please open the door." Frankly, Suraj didn't know what he was apologising for, but all those questions could wait. "Please open the door, and we can talk." "NO! I don't want to! I hate you!"
Vivaan whistled. 'That's not what she said when they were making the baby, I'm sure.' He whispered to Imli. Imli caught hold of his ear and twisted it. Suraj had somehow managed to coax Chakor to open the door, and she looked an absolute mess, with red, puffy eyes, a red nose like Rudolf, and her lips quivering as she sobbed.
Suraj gathered her in his arms, relieved, happy, he couldn't explain. He could see tissues strewn all over the room. Before he could process all this, Chakor spoke up. "I'm fat. Just look at me. And still, I'm eating for 3 people. Gosh, Suraj, do you hate me? No wait, you DO hate me! I knew it!"
Before she could pull away from the embrace, Suraj held her tighter. He whispered in to her ear, "Chakor, my love, you're the definition of the word LOVE for me. You're not fat, in fact, you get more beautiful with each passing day. And technically, the baby's mine as well, so she's obviously quite the eater." He finished, peppering kisses all over her face.
Chakor hugged him, the best she can with her growing tummy, and reached up to kiss him.
*cough cough* "We're still here." Vivaan piped in. Imli shot an apologetic look at the couple, both beet red now, and finally dragged Vivaan off to their room for a sound scolding.
Plot twist: Vivaan ended up being thrown out of the room and having to sleep in the sofa in the main hall.
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