Chapter 23: Chapter 23

Adrian

I open my eyes to the plain white walls and blue curtains accompanied by the smell of disinfectants. I try to move my hand to rub my eyes but feel a hiss of pain. A needle was pierced into my right arm and a drip was attached to it. A woman was sitting on a chair beside my bed in the most uncomfortable position with a huge belly. Her head was resting on the bed very close to my hand. I wonder how she manages to sit this long in that awkward position with that enormous pregnant tummy. Her hand was holding mine so tight like I was a kid and about to run away from her hold.

I call her twice, thrice but no response was heard from her. Probably she was very tired. I felt a shade of pity and didn't want to wake her but my bladder was full and I needed to empty it as early as possible. I raised my free hand and pat her head. Her hair felt like silk. She snuggled closer holding my hand protectively between both her hands. Oh God this goes so difficult! I try to ring the bell but it was far beyond my reach. Having no other way I tap on the woman's head once again and this time she opens her eyes, her big chocolaty browns that made my heart skip a beat.

So beautiful

Her hair was dishevelled and the side of her face that rested on the cot goes red likely because of suppression. Her hand automatically slips to her belly and she looks at me disoriented. So cute yet so motherly.... I smile at her confusion. She was beautiful, dark brown eyes, blonde hair and those pink full lips. Whose ever belonging she was, is a lucky bastard. I envy him though I was seeing this woman for the first time in my life.

Her eyes then twinkle in realization and she moves forward hugging me tight as though she won a lottery ticket. Her belly hits my hand in the process. I was feeling claustrophobic with the whole situation and was about to push her away to have some air but the baby in her belly reacted before me. It moved very fast with the contact of my hand as though it felt rejoiced by my touch.

The woman chuckles bright that made the light of the stars in the sky falls short in the gleam that her smile carried. Holding my hand she directs it to her belly and to my astonishment there was another kick so hard that I felt her tummy would burst open with the hit. The naughty idiot sitting inside might be giving her a huge trouble. I suddenly fell concerned for her.

"I need to pee." I tell her getting her out of the exuberant situation. She holds the drip and walks me to the toilet with my hand around her shoulder. Feeling her so close, got me an erection. She felt so soft like a pillow, inviting even in the most disapproving situation like this. Who was she? Why was she behaving so close to me? Why would she stay in the hospital for me when she was herself in a critical condition with her pregnancy? Were some of the many questions clogging my mind.

I feel a little hesitation to urinate in front of her but the need of the hour felt more important. I empty my bladder and walk back to my bed with her assistance. As I seat myself comfortable on the bed, I ask her my first question. "Who are you? What are you to me?" She blinks her eyes repeatedly trying to arrest the tears in her eyes and sniffs but manages to smile. Raising her left hand to my eyes she points to her finger that held the wedding ring. She then lifts my hand and does the same. My eyes go staring at her in awareness. She is my wife and that baby she is carrying is mine. Earlier the baby was reacting to my touch because it recognized my touch.

I do not remember anything but I was happy this beautiful woman is actually mine and I'm the lucky idiot who married her. That baby in her belly is mine. I felt a sense of pride in my thoughts. She couldn't speak but fortunate enough I was able to understand every bit of her sign language. Though I do not remember anything between us I did not forget the communication with my wife and I'm happy to learn about it.

After I was comfortable and lying on my bed she rings the bell and a nurse walks inside. Within seconds, there was a doctor who represented him to be my brother and then following him were another team of doctors. Chris was ecstatic learning about my improvement. My doctor brother picks up his phone from his white coat and dials my parents.

Even before half an hour had passed my room was filled with fragrance of flowers colourful ribbons and balloons like there was a celebration. Everyone from old to young would take turns represent themselves to what relation they carried with me and hug me tight like I was visiting them after years of separation. My mothers were elated with happy tears flowing out of their eyes but my father felt more reserved and controlled though he was happy to record my improvement.

My in-laws, cousins, my sister everyone was gossiping in huge smiles, all in my praises like I won an Olympic medal for my country. Though I do not remember their relation, I feel blessed for having such a caring family. Within next ten days I was advised on the medicines I needed to take and the precautions I was supposed to follow regarding my health. And then I could leave to my home.

The doctors are positive about the recollection of my memory. It was ten in the night. I was reading a book of Jim Collins 'Good to great'. My dad advised me on reading books of eminent authors, a way through which I can take over my business back and also have a way of recollecting my memory. Chris comes to the study and hugs me tight. I know it was a sign of insecurity for everything she had to undergo in the past couple of months. She feared losing me every day and I could note it clearly in her eyes. I circle my hands around her and bring her to my chest.

Tipping up her head the time stopped when I met her lips but the flutter only intensifies. My heart pounded against my chest. I could only focus on how soft her lips felt against my mouth, how addictively she could invade all my senses.

I wasn't clear about my feelings for Chris for the memory I lost of our past love life but this moment made me complete with her in my arms and all my doubts cleared about us bringing in me the tranquillity I desired for so long. There was a raw emotion I couldn't fathom, the way my fingers curled around hers.

I kept my eyes half open, sneaking a guilty peek on her every time I came back for air just to make sure this wasn't a product of my imagination. My hands slid around her waist protective pulling her closer and her soft chest collided with mine bringing in me the goose bumps of a yearning copulation.

I wasn't sure if the nature rooted for this moment or if my mind tricked me for a perfect present but every breathe that I took smelled like her and for the first time since I have known myself I did not feel a hesitation to touch her, to feel intimate with her. There was care, there was a sense of belonging that reined my heart, she was mine and nothing can change that truth.

"Chris" I push a strand of her hair behind her ear as she raises her eyes to read my lips. "Can I make love to you?" The warm feeling of her breath on my bare chest felt stabilizing and welcoming me to a novel world of lascivious sensations. She nods directing her head to her toes in a shy smile and I would note she was the most beautiful, pristine woman to have ever landed on earth only to make me happy.

I draped both my arms around her small frame and met her lips around half way once again. Lifting her in my arms I carry Chris to our bedroom and gingerly place her on the bed. I lay beside her and run wet kisses from her ears through her jaw line reaching the soft swell of her breasts. Pushing up her shirt, I run my hands softly on her projected belly and I feel a huge kick under my hand. "Little man can't you stay quiet even for a few minutes while I make love to your mother?" I ask our baby winning soft chuckles from Chris.

I unbuttoned the buttons of her night shirt hastily and hover on top of her capturing, naked chest. Her pert pink nipples felt hypnotizing, a feast to my eyes. I suckle on them individually giving each of them my undivided attention. Suddenly Chris goes stiff in her position. She constricts her legs and holds her belly closing her eyes tight. I go in an instant alert. If my assumption is right then Chris has entered into her labour.

My wife was already in her ninth month of her pregnancy and the doctor had said she can go to labour at any moment. I cover her back with the shirt I took out moments ago and rush to the closet to get baby essentials bag. After taking all the last minute important items I lift Chris in my arms to carry her to the entrance towards the car parking.

God let this baby arrive healthy making us blessed and happy parents.