Bedroom Chronicles of Mr n Mrs Paagal Bhalla: My Childish Preggy Wife!

Raman's attention drifted to the bed where Ishita was mumbling inaudibly to herself. She lifted her head to stare back at her for a few seconds and then looked away to start blabbering again. Amused, Raman asked: What are you doing?

- Aap ko kya fadak padta hain!

Ishita replied grumpily.

Ishita and her mood swings! Closing his MacBook, Raman immediately walked towards the bed and sat beside her. He carefully clamped her hand which was stroking her smooth belly. Without a word Ishita grabbed his wrist and moved his palm over her baby bump and looked on as Raman's eyes widened with surprise as he felt slow movements underneath.

- Do you feel it Raman?

- Yes.

Raman only nodded. It was not the first time that Raman was bonding with his baby. He had experienced it with his first child Adi. When Ruhi was conceived, his married life was already crumbling and he had had no opportiunity to enjoy these moments. And now, with a loving wife like Ishita, it was as if he was reliving those moments when Adi was to be born. He was as moved as he was right now feeling his baby in Ishita's womb.

- I was talking to our baby. I was tensed so she sensed it and started kicking. She is just like you, temperamental.

- How do you know it is a girl?

- I just feel it is a girl. A feisty Miss Raman Bhalla!

- I can't wait to meet her! I just want her to be just like you. Beautiful inside out!

A wonderstruck Raman pulled his wife in his arms in a tight hug. Minutes later, he pulled back to ask:

- What's this sound now? Is it the baby...

- No.

Ishita replied a little embarrassed.

- It is my stomach growling... I am hungry!

Raman laughed aloud and asked:

- Is that why you were tensed?

Ishita smacked him on his chest and glared at him.

- Ok! What do you want to eat?

- I think the baby is asking for some gulaab jaamuns. Mummy ji brought a box full of them and it is in the fridge.

Raman chuckled and said before leaving:

- If the baby wants gulaan jaamuns in the middle of the night...then he surely should get them!

- This is how much you love me! I am going through so much for you and for your baccha in my womb! You can't even sit and watch a film with me! Leave it Raman. Dekh liya aapka pyaar!

- But Ishu you watched it for like hundred times! That's crazy!

- You mean to say I am crazy? Now I am crazy! I used to be the most sensible woman in your life, now I am crazy!

- Arrey meri maa! Please!

- Oh my god! Just because I have put on so much weight and looking ugly, I now look like your mother! Aapke bacche ki maa banney waali houn!

Raman looked at his heavily pregnant wife with an incredulous expression! Woh baat kahan se kahan tak ley jaati hain aaj kal! He was really tired and was on the verge to lose his calm but just then Bala's words came ringing in his ears.

" These Iyer women are simply UNREASONABLE when pregnant. They just go high in emotions during pregnancy. Stay calm and try to do as much damage control around them. This is the only way to save yourself from their hormonal wrath! Just go with the flow and be a Yes Man till the baby is not here."

Raman closed his eyes and breathed in and out to control his urge to bang his head on the nearest wall and then...

With an apologetic expression, he moved towards her and sat on the bed besides her and looked at her with amusement seeing a frown marring her beautiful face.

- I know that. And I am so proud of you and so happy. I didn't mean that! I always use this expression and you never minded...

- But I mind now Raman!

Raman's lips broke into a smile. He loved his wife. He had already realized it long time back but these days with the new levels of hormones she was going through during her pregnancy, Raman had finally got the confirmation - he was hopelessly in love with his wife. This was the only reason to explain how a temperamental man like him had not gone bonkers with her never ending unreasonable demands at odd hours of the day or night, her cravings and food aversions and not to forget the nausea which would not stop at all even if she was in the last trimester of her pregnancy.

- Ok! I am watching the film with you.

The pout on her face was now replaced by a gleeful smile and she grabbed the remote control to press on the PLAY button. Raman had no idea when he fell asleep. All he knew was that he had already dozed off before the film even really started.

Sounds of her sniffing, sobbing and hiccupping ripped him out of his slumber.

- Ishita! What happened? Are you ok? Is the baby ok? You are in pain? Why are you crying?

- Ra...Rahul has just lost Tina... Raman. How will he manage with a baby...

- Huh??

Raman's eyes drifted to the TV screen and gaped. Rahul was sobbing and lighting his wife's pyre...

"What the hell! I seriously want to wreck Karan Johar for making this bloody "kuch Kuch hota hain" movie and for ruining my peace of mind and stressing my wife." Raman mentally swore. Gathering his nerves again, he only replied soothingly as he embraced his hormonal wife in his arms,

- Sshhh Ishu. Relax. Rahul will be fine. He is getting Kajol...uh...Anjali at the end...

- What?

Ishita pulled back to stare at Raman with piercing eyes as if he was the murderer of Tina. Hitting Raman in his chest, she hissed angrily,

- How dare you say that Raman? You are so insensitive and...

"There she goes again!" Raman muttered under his breath. Before she blew things out of proportion with her over fertile pregnant brain and blamed him of getting an "Anjali" in his life, Raman only pulled her back in his arms to place a kiss on her hair. Within minutes she was calm again and was snuggling deeper in Raman's arms and dozed off by listening to his heart beats.

- Don't let go of my hand! I warn you Raman if you leave me alone here, I will eat you alive when I come out from here!

- But you are a vegetarian right?

Raman chuckled but immediately rubbed the smile off his face when his wife looked at him with bloodshot eyes. Soothingly he comforted her.

- I am not going anywhere honey. I will be with you all through it.

He moved his forehead to her damp one as she closed her wet eyes lashes and tried to give him a small smile.

- Thank youuu... Aaah

Ishita yelled and pulled her head away and dropped it on the pillow as pains shot in the lower part of her body. Raman squeezed her hand in his as he freed her hair from her face with the other.

- I just hate you Raman.

Raman only looked at the doctor with an embarrassed smile as the latter gave him knowing looks as Raman tried desperately to calm his wife.

He was pacing the hospital corridor, waiting with his family for the arrival of his baby when the doctor had come to meet him. Were there some complications? The blood in his veins went frozen. Why was the doctor there when Ishita had just entered the labor room? But it was with relief that Raman had learned that Ishita was asking for him and the doctor was only asking him to come and assist the delivery and comfort his wife.

- Listen to the doctor Ishu. Breathe in and out when she asks you to. Follow her advice. You know how it works. You are yourself a doctor babe.

- NO! I AM NOT! I am only a D.E.N.T.I.S.T!

Ishita yelled at him.

Raman only smiled at his wife, caressing her forehead. She hadn't had a very easy pregnancy. She had been running high in emotions all through it and right now too she needed him. Raman knew that it was futile paying attention to all the rude words she was uttering. She was in labor and the pain was definitely making her delirium. He just held her and breathed in and out with her, his chest aching with so much stress on it for hours.

Finally he heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the piercing wailing of his baby...

He pulled Ishita to him and dropped a wet kiss on her forehead. She was smiling in between her tears, her face glowing, her cheeks and lips all red, completely exhausted yet blissfully happy...

They both cried as the doctor placed the baby in Raman arms as he sat on the bed besides his wife, both gazing at the little bundle in Raman's lap. A baby girl...Another little goddess of love and innocence to step in their home to join hands with their Ruhi to bring in more happiness, chirpiness and craziness...

- She is so beautiful! I can't believe I...I made her...

Raman exclaimed in awe.

- Ahem ahem... We made her.

...Came a crisp reply from Ishita.

They both looked at each other and grinned.

- Yes Jhansi ki Rani. She is ours but I am naming her.

- Ok

- Then it is...Ishra. Ishita and Raman's Ishra!

Ishita blinked away the unshed tears as Raman took her in a tight embrace to mutter a grateful thank you in her ear.