Chapter 44: Chapter 44

"Opposites attract, and I think temperament is so fundamental that you end up craving someone of the opposite temperament to complete you."

Abhimanyu's Perspective

She retched some more, leaning in the pot. I held back her hair and rubbed her back, "It's all okay, baby. You're fine. You're fine."

She didn't look fine. She wiped her mouth and glared, turning to me, "Do I look fine to you? I've barely opened my eyes and all I am doing since then is puking." She yelled, before puking again.

"It will be over. It is almost done." I went on, not able to comprehend what else to say. Every morning, her retching made her cranky, she would open her eyes and run to bathroom to puke and I would sit by her side to rub her back, to soothe her in any way I could. This was the second month of her trimester and her health was pretty unstable at times. Slight common variety cold, a little fever, it had been very often since she'd entered her tenth week.

She got up and rinsed her face, taking out toothbrush out of the cabinet and brushed her teeth. If that didn't count me her guilty, she had started looking cute and her face had started glowing. Though, she complains a lot about it because someone fed up her with the presumptions of acne. I spooned her in back hug, hiding my face in her neck, "You'll be fine. It is just about two-three months, you'll be fine." I cooed her, unsure.

Her movements ceased as she glanced at me through mirror, "You don't say it, super-spermed-Satan. Why did you have to get me pregnant?"

You were pregnant even before I knew. I wanted to interject but I stayed clam up, kissing her neck, letting her deliver her hormonal speech.

".....I can't even have chicken. Do you realize how cumbrous it is to me?" She complained, curving my lips in her smile.

Apparently, my baby had started showing its disliking towards chicken and her mother couldn't even take a bite of it. As soon as Shree smelt chicken, she ran to bathroom.

"You should be happy that you're not running from me. Remember, even my Cologne used to give you nausea." I murmured, sweeping her hair on other side.

"Yeah..." She relaxed immediately, leaning back, "Abhi..."

"Hmm..."

She turned to face me, cupping my face, "I am sorry." I smiled kissing her palms, this was how it ended every morning, she would lash on me for getting her knocked up and after that, she would come around and apologize to me, pouring her love.

"You don't say it." I kissed her forehead, "Bear it for some time. I will talk to my princess to not trouble her mom."

I sunk on my knees and moved her to me, her belly was not showing yet and it often fascinated me how could a baby live in there! My wife was already so tint, since she'd been too aware of her figure; I wondered how my daughter was managing in there.

"What are you doing, Abhimanyu?" Shree asked, tired and I met my eyes to her, surprised, "Are you sure here's my daughter? You are not enough for her accommodation."

'You!" She slapped my shoulder, backing off, "Of course there is. Why do you think I retch every morning and crave for your kisses? It's all because of my munchkin."

I smiled, pulling her again and kissed her belly, making my daughter feel my touch if she could. Nuzzling my nose to her, I murmured, "Hey princess, don't trouble mom. Dad can't see your mom crying. Come out soon, daddy will fulfill all your wishes, okay Princess."

"It's a blueberry." Shree laughed and I groaned, "It's not. That's our kid, stop calling it blueberry." I got on to my feet and kissed her lips, "Go to the bed, I'll get some cookies for you. Sneha said it's helpful in morning sickness."

I padded to the bedroom followed by her and she scowled, "You are telling me this now. Go, get them."

Shaking my head, I came to the kitchen and tossed some chocolate cookies on the plate. Mood swings of a pregnant woman were not that bad, or perhaps my wife hadn't reached to the pinnacle yet. She hadn't yet made me run miles to get something extraordinary for her; neither had she started crying just like that.

All her brace was orange jam and when I got to know it, I filled refrigerator with it beforehand. So that, if she was planning to kill my night, I could save them.

"Here!" I kissed her forehead, passing the cookies and she nibbled on them, like a kid, messily covering her lips outlines. I forced myself to look sideways gulping, with no intentions to grab her and kiss her mouthful.

"Get ready fast. We have appointment, remember." I reminded her, getting up and took out my clothes meanwhile she commented, "Yep. I know. I wonder how grown blueberry is! It's about two weeks ago when we last saw it. Aw...my baby."

I smiled at her childish comment, subsiding that she was constantly calling my daughter a blueberry. Last time when we had ultrasound to check on a healthy embryo, she suddenly connected it to blueberry. I was shocked initially but later on, I got accustomed to it.

"Abhimanyu..." She called and I hummed, gesturing her to continue, "Let's eat ice cream while coming back, please."

"No. You've cold."

"Tch...Shut up. Buy me an ice cream and I will let you make love tonight. Deal?" She bargained and I smirked, turning to her, "Still. No."

She narrowed her eyes, jumping on her feet, "Okay fine. Twice. Thrice." I ignored her and trudged under the bathroom. It was when I heard her most tempting bargain, "As many times as you say."

Damn! Her hormones!

***

"How's the baby?" I asked to the doctor, when she was done with ultrasound and prescribed some prenatal vitamins to Shree.

"Baby is fine. It's growing healthy." She replied, "However, you need to get the routine check-ups done."

I nodded, getting up and Shree leaned on my shoulder, "Let's go home. I am not feeling well."

"You don't want ice cream." I teased, caressing her head once inside the car and she looked up at me, frowning, "You said I have cold, so you won't buy me."

"I will as long as you're going to stand by your words."

"What words?" She gaped and I pecked her lips, "What you offered earlier as many times as I say." I winked and she blushed, swatting my arm "You're insatiable."

***

"Yes badi ma. I am taking that." She replied busy on call and I rubbed her arm, clutching her to me, wondering how long they would take.

"Yes. I am eating cheese. Abhimanyu bought it last night." She answered again, making me sigh. I looked at her and she held out her index finger, universal sign of saying 'I'll-be-with-you-in-one-minute.'

"What? Cinnamon. Really, it works." She exclaimed, gripping in the conversation and I flipped over her, showing her the watch, asking silently how much more time she was going to take?

"No, badi ma. I can't come; actually Abhimanyu is really packed up for the next month." She excused, playing with my hair. Her secret way of coaxing me and I propped my weight on my elbow watching her intently.

"Wait a sec.? Why don't you come here?" She suggested out of blue, making my eyes wide. I frantically shook my head and mouth 'No' but she covered my mouth, pleading with her eyes.

"Yes. I mean mom and Vidhi bhabhi will handle everything there and I also need someone here, to be honest, Abhimanyu can't handle me all the time." She lied, who the hell says I can't? I was gracefully dealing with everything, managing time between her and my work and she thought I couldn't manage everything.

I frowned, getting off her when she clutched my arm and pulled me on her, pouting.

Well Mrs. Chauhan. This is not going to work this time.

"Stay with your badi ma, since I can't take care of you." I snorted as she cut the call, biding goodbyes and pecked me.

"Don't be ridiculous." She told me off, pulling me closer, nuzzling her nose on my neck, "I called her here, so that you both can resolve your issues."

"We don't have issues." I dipped my head low in her neck, grazing her skin. She smelled so sweet lately, some of honey, some of her coconut lotion, some of uniquely her.

Her fingers curled up in my hair and she breathed out, "Yeah I know. When you both will stay under one roof, you both will get back together. I want you happy."

"I am happy." I looked up at her, blowing her hair from her forehead and kissed her eyes and she shook her head, curling her lip down, "But I am not happy, Abhimanyu. I feel I've snatched you from your family, as if I've broken my family."

She sobbed a little and I hugged her tightly, "It's not like that, baby. It's not your fault. Don't cry, please. You're going to hurt my daughter. Calm down."

She smacked my chest, frowning, "I am crying here and you're worried about your daughter. It is going to be a son, get that."

"Where was I?" I murmured, "Yeah. Don't cry. You want me to stay with badi ma. I will, just don't cry."

Her lips curved in a smile as she wreathed her arms around me and pecked me, "Okay. I love you."

Wait a sec.

"You were acting." I mock scowled, "Now you'll get the punishment." I mumbled before latching my lips with her and she giggled, murmuring in between the kiss, "I love this punishment."

Shree's Perspective

"Let me ask you something first. Do you want a regular vanilla relationship with no kinky fuckery at all?"

My mouth drops open. "Kinky fuckery?" I squeak.

"Kinky fuckery."

"I can't believe you said that."

"Well, I did. Answer me," he says calmly. I flush. My inner goddess is down on bended knee with her hands clasped in supplication begging me.

"I like your kinky fuckery." I whisper.

As Anastasia Steele blushed at Christian's remarks, I too joined her in. Scarlet red, I flipped the pages to belay the tingles bubbling in me and leaned onto the headrest to make myself comfortable. The next page what I seemed to flip through was more intense - erotic and sensual - than the former one.

This feels different than the last time—so carnal, so ... necessary. He caresses my behind with his long fingered hands, and I'm helpless, trussed up and pressed into the mattress, at his mercy, and of my own free will. He hits me again, slightly to the side, and again, the other side, pauses slowly as he peels my panties down and pulls them off. He gently trails his palm across my behind again before continuing my spanking. I surrender myself to the rhythm of blows, absorbing each one, savoring each one ... I moan loudly as my body takes over, and I come and come, convulsing around his fingers.

Anastasia was going to be sordid with the details and each word was convulsing me in a sac of undulating desires. It made me feel vulnerable because my Abhimanyu was busy in his work. The fact that I was being too much randy had absolutely no strings attached to the other fact that my sexual life was very stable and fresh as a baked cake. Regardless that I was heavily pregnant - or so, as I thought because I had started to waddle and I was thirty weeks along - plus, I resembled MRF truck tire, still Abhimanyu never made me feel that he didn't want me or I wasn't the same beautiful girl any more. Instead, the vision he developed cajoled me to believe that I was most beautiful at this spell only.

That being said, he was considerate enough - or perhaps, rapacious enough - to never let me keep away from him and at times like that, we shared our love readily. Nonetheless, the moment he scooted away from me, I instantly started missing him - my baby too - and I couldn't help but weave erotic fantasies.

Now, with this book in my hand, I felt more vulnerable and destitute. For a brief second, I loved the idea of disturbing him but then I was reminded that he would've been busy in his conference, so I dropped it as soon as I picked.

"Ah! I need My Christian." I cried out in frustration and threw the book aside as if it had burned me.

ESV twitched her lips in annoyance, 'Of course, it did. You're the one who's sexually deprived unlike Anastasia.'

Fuck you!

I growled at her condescending tone and shoved spoonful noodles inside my mouth. It was then I realized that I was not alone and cursing was soon going to be ban in my household - even in my mind - because there was someone who could hear me 24/7 and who exactly knew what I said. I did a sweep of my palm over my protruding belly and hushed over.

"Hey munchkin, don't learn what mom said, okay? It is a very, very bad word. Good boys don't say it, alright?"

As response, I gained a gentle kick from it. It was the way most of our conversation had been done. I would say something and receive a kick from my munchkin which was equivalent to a prenatal okay. It was very responsive and active. I fondled the thought of a boy and it didn't matter how much Abhimanyu scorned me for it. He desperately wanted it to be a girl. For me, it never mattered.

"My boy!" I rubbed my belly, cooing my baby who again kicked. Twice, this time and made me a little wince. Now, see, this was how I swung again to Abhimanyu because if he was beside me, he would've beaten his chest like a caveman in happiness and then would've strode to me to rub my belly as a sweet gesture to alleviate the pain which wouldn't have helped me anyway.

I was this close to grab my cell phone and buzz him up but the bowlful noodles pleaded to me and torn between hubby and hunger, I chose the latter one. More because he wouldn't let me eat. Eat as in wouldn't let me eat junk food.

He and my obstetrician had conspired against me and abstain any kind from junk food, much to my dislike. Though I had an influence on Abhimanyu, he allowed me a limited amount like twice a week but these men know 'Nothing' about craving. It was similar to having a typhoon in my mouth.

My life really sucks!