Chapter 47: Chapter 47

"If I knew that all my wishes in life were going to be fulfilled on my wedding day, I wouldn't have bothered putting so many socks on my bedside all throughout my childhood."

Shree's Perspective

"He slept?" I ask Abhimanyu, rubbing his arm as he pats Ayansh's forehead. I lean on his shoulder and kiss his contours, "Come and let's sleep."

"I can't believe he was in fever for the whole day. I will kill this doctor." I smile as he scowls and I kiss his cheek, winding my arms around him, "Medicines are working, honey. He had fever, it will pass gradually."

"Then what this doctor is doing?" He counters back and I sigh, "It's useless to tell you anything when you don't want to listen to me. Now, will you come to bed?"

"I can't believe it, you're telling me off because of a doctor. A quack, actually." He retorts, getting up and I cover Ayansh with his baby wrapper, and press kiss on his forehead.

"And why the hell did you have ice cream? Have you forgotten that you're still breastfeeding him?" He blames it all on me and I cross my arms, "You want to fight? Just say it."

"I am fighting. I am fighting? I am just telling you to stop-" He trails off when I glare him, "Abhimanyu, you're exceeding. He has fever because he's just been vaccinated and stops blaming me for the ice cream I had once."

I turn away and start making bed. In snaps, I feel arms wrapping around my waist and warm breathe on my neck, I stop and puff my face, letting him know that I was angry. Before I could say anything, he start kissing my neck and soon enough, I could feel his want as he trails the path of my neck, shifting my hair and nibbles on the skin.

"I am sorry." He hushes, softly.

"Why are you apologizing? I know you're tense but snapping at me or the doctor or anyone who touches Ayansh won't help." I try to make him understand and he hums, dipping his head low in my hair.

"Now, sleep. You've been taking care of him since the whole day." I propel him; he's been with Ayansh throughout the day, after the vaccination.

He'd snapped on the Doctor for injecting Ayansh, snapped on me when I could not do anything as his fever goes up, snapped on Paridhi when Ayansh cried in her lap.

"You both are my life. You know!" Abhimanyu says, cutely, "I can't see when Ayansh and you're hurt. He was crying today, I want to keep pain off him as much and as long as I can."

Swiveling around, I cup his face, "I know and I love you for that but sometimes, you make me want to smack your head." I giggle at last and kiss his nose.

At the moment precise, Ayansh wakes up again and cries. I sigh, tottering to him and scoop him up in my arms, "What happened to my munchkin? Shh....mamma is here."

"Shree!" Abhimanyu calls, slipping beside me while I make Ayansh sleep and look at him.

"You know what the benefit of twins is?" He asks out of blue.

I gape at him, "No, why?"

"We can raise then simultaneously, can wake up in nights together, change diapers at a time, can baby proof the whole house at one point of life." He explains.

"What's exactly your point?" I ask getting bored and he smiles, mischievously, "My point is, Ayansh is just six months, umm...so we can try for my daughter. You know, it's my suggestion. That will also help us in...."

"Keep your suggestion to yourself. No baby until Ayansh is in high school." I rebuff him and he guffaws, "Wouldn't it be too awkward for him? I mean, imagine, he is in high school and you're -"

"Whatsoever!"

"He slept." Abhimanyu kisses his cheek as touches his fingers, kissing them, "He sleeps so easily unlike other kids. I think he learnt that I can't see you getting worried and that's why he doesn't throw tantrums."

I caress Ayansh's head, "No. Because he loves mamma and I am thankful that he's easy. I can't even imagine how would have I manage everything if he was little nettlesome."

"So, where is my reward?" Abhimanyu asks, wiggling at me and I guffaw, "What reward?"

"Of course, for giving you such a lovely baby." He boosts and I roll my eyes, "Why are you so presumptuous, Abhimanyu? I have the equal share here. That being said, where's my reward?"

"What do you want?" He asks, hoisting Ayansh up in his arms and saunters to his cradle, I watch affectionately as he lays him and covers him with his blanket, peppering kisses on his forehead.

"Do we really need to go back? Can't we stay little longer here?" I catechize, wrapping my hands around my knees, bringing them to my chest.

"You are prolonging your stay here since Ayansh has come. Not anymore." He refuses straightaway, whipping his neck to me, "I have a business there. I can't manage everything from here; you know how hard it is?"

I make a face, looking down. He is right; we've been in Jaipur for quite a long time. I wonder how I would manage everything alone. Ayansh and household chores, it will be too much.

"Don't worry, I'll help you." Abhimanyu says hugging me and I look at him, surprisingly, "Did I say out loud?"

"No but I can understand that's the reason." He says, dimming the lights, "You want some massage?"

I grin, heartily "Yes, please. I am so tired. Would you please do some head massage as well?"

"Lay on your stomach!" He says, softly after kissing my head and I flip on my stomach, his manly fingers though aren't accustomed for massage but he knows some techniques. He would press on some pressure points and I would immediately relax after that.

It helped me a lot after delivery. Instead of opting some high exercises, I assorted to power yoga and it did wonders along with his massage. Though I still have a lot of baby fat but it will somehow get away.

I sigh in relief as he starts pressing my back with his deft fingers, sliding my hair to one side; I smile in contentment, closing my eyes.

"This is heaven." I murmur and smirk, "I was wondering how it would be if I tell Ayansh that you keep calling him princess, until he was born, when he grows up. That will be fun sight."

"You won't dare to." He threatens me, lowly and I add, "Not to mention that you bought frocks for him and Barbie stuff."

"Shree..." He warns and I grin.

"Um. What about the fact that you refused to pick him up immediately after he was born?"

"You won't do anything like that." He warns, lying beside me, "I know you won't."

"You shouldn't take my evilness granted."

"I take your love for me granted. I take your love for Ayansh granted. I take your craving for me granted." He nuzzles in my hair, sniffing them, "Is it enough or I need to say more?"

"I love you." I confess, snuggling closer to him and he wraps his arms around me, resting his chin over my head, "I love you too."

"Mom called me today. Siya is going to come back home after such a long time. I just thought she is going to settle in States itself. It has been long time, I've not seen her. So, I was thinking if we could go to Udaipur after one week." I raise my head to look at him.

"Not one day more than that. And I'll come with you because even I haven't met her. I must ask her how she is doing. Dare you take Ayansh alone with you." He says in a challenging tone and I nod, "Promise. You will stay?"

"No. I need to go tomorrow, um; I will come to take you after this week. You're not travelling alone with him." He says, nodding his chin at Ayansh and I agree, "Okie- dokie. Goodnight!"

"Goodnight!" He wishes too.

"Baby!" I for the first time in our three point six months married life, call him with such affectionate name and he quips his eyebrows at me.

"What's with this new endearment, sweetheart!" He flipped over me and I purse my lips together as I pull the hem of his T-shirt, "I've prepared something for you."

In a flash, he pulls his T-shirt over his head and throws in a corner before slipping me out of my lacy negligee. "What is it?" He murmurs against my chest. "I can't wait anymore now."

"Shut up!" I grin pulling him up. "It's not what you're thinking." I press my lips together as I see his smile dropping a bit and he pouts, "That's too much yaar. It's been six months. Why can't I still touch you?"

"As if you're not touching me." I roll my eyes, kissing his cheek and he shakes his head, "This is not what I call touching. I've not feel you in this spell and I can't wait any longer but, that's alright. Take as much time as you want because after that, I'll make you pay for it." He groans in my neck and I bite his ear, "Don't worry, you don't have to wait long. You can make me pay tonight."

His eyes brightens and he dives to steal a kiss when I put my hand over my lips, "But before that, I've to say something."

"What is it?"

"Every single day that I spend being your wife, I realize how lucky I am to live such an amazing life. If my life was a ship, you would be the anchor that holds me in place and the sails which take me on a beautiful journey. My life's biggest security is not just in loving you, but in knowing that you will always be there to love me back no matter what. I love you, baby. It doesn't matter who the boss of this house is, as long as we end the day with a romantic kiss. If my life were a business, entering into an unconditional and irrevocable partnership with you has been the most profitable decision ever. Your love for me is flawless, your commitment impeccable.

Your only concern is my happiness; you make me feel so special. Amidst the suffocation caused by life's problems, your love comes as a breath of fresh air. My life's biggest achievement is that I get to be with an awesome man like you every day. There should have been a cautionary warning below your name in our marriage certificate that reads - Beware of Hot Husband. Hours, days, months, years and decades can go by, but I will never forget the moment when you held me in your arms, looked into my eyes and whispered I Love You in my ears - it still gives me the shivers. So my dear husband, I love you." By the time I finished, he gapes at me with open mouth.

"How was it?" I look at him expectantly. "Was it good?"

He blinks a few times and clears his throat, "You prepared this for me?" I nod instantly, smiling wide and he looks in trance as he grins, capturing my lips with his and surprises me with a kiss.

"I can't prepare such lovely prose...if you call it a prose but..." He breaths out, looking into my eyes, "...I can definitely show it to you. Thousands time actually that how much I love you."

And taking my silence as his approval, he did show me how much he loved me and I didn't know after that when I slept in his embrace, feeling contented and ecstatic.

It was around five o'clock in morning when I missed the warmth around me, I tap my hand around to find Abhimanyu but the cold bed sheets told me that he is up. Rubbing my groggy eyelids, I prop on my elbow to witness that the glass door that separates my room and balcony was wide open.

Next when I snap my eyes at Ayansh's cradle, it was empty. Sighing, I get up bunching my hair in a messy bun and slip in the flip flops. Sauntering to the balcony, I notice the father-son duo enjoying to their culmination.

Abhimanyu is busy doing push-ups with Ayansh below him and every time he goes down, he kisses Ayansh belly making him laugh. An obvious smile breaks out on my lips and I watch him setting Ayansh on his stomach, propping his legs behind him and crouching upwards, each time kissing him.

I inhale audibly, torn between to notions whether to adore the beautiful sight or to gawk at my delicious husband who is looking edible with all the sweat drops on his body and his slight damp hair.

"Oh, you're up." I become trance out as Abhimanyu smiles at me, looking upside down and I nod, trudging next to them, crouching on my knees.

"Yep. When did he wake up?" I ask, coddling Ayansh, taking him on my lap and Abhimanyu perches cross legged.

"An hour before. He needed to get his diaper changed." He apprises, wiping sweat off him and I take the towel from him, wiping his biceps, "You could have woken me up."

"No, I wanted some quality time with my son." He dandles Ayansh and I nod my chin at him, "Fine. Go get ready, you've a flight."

"I am not feeling like going." He pouts, definitely not looking cute and leans on my shoulder.

"Let's stay one more week but that's final." He offers and I jeer, "Then don't mope around how your work is affecting."

"You've got me smitten and he's no better." He snorts, getting up and walks inside following by me. I make Ayansh lie on the bed and pat his head, "You're a masochist, Abhimanyu."

"I know. All because of you." He mocks, going inside the bathroom and I shouted back, "So pretentious!"

Propping my weight on my elbow, I stare at my little munchkin, it seems as a dream like he was inside me just one day back, like he entered this world last night, like each and every moment I spend with him is one in the lifetime.

This is my little family and he is the heart of the family. My baby, my munchkin, my Ayansh.