ICT One Shots And Imagines

And Then We Were Three (Virushka)

A/N: Okay, so this is my first time writing Virushka. Give me your reviews.

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11th January 2021

The Kohli household could never be quiet when the captain was home, cheering for his team.

"YES, RISHU!!!! COME ON PUJJI, SHOW THEM!!!!!!!!"

Anushka was quietly observing her husband jumping up and down on the couch, pumping his fist into the air as Rishabh hit another four, with a fond smile on her face.

She sat watching him as he let out another roar as Pujji hit his second half-century of the match.

She let out a laugh and Virat turned to look at her weirdly. "What?" he questioned.

"Just look at yourself, skipper", Anushka chuckled at him.

Virat looked at himself, only to find him standing on the couch with his hands in the air. He got down and grinned sheepishly at her. 

"That's a couch Virat, give it some rest", she laughed merrily.

Anushka shook her head and placed a hand on her baby bump, turning her attention to it, as she felt a jab of pain.

She looked at it with longing, her eyes turning misty.

Virat saw her distressed expression, rushed by her side and pulled her into a hug. "Just a week more", he whispered soothingly in her ear, as he patted her hair. She nodded. Just a week more, and their child would be there in their arms.

"Oh God, he out on 97!! Pant tries to reach his landmark with a big shot, perishes."

"WHAT?!?!??!", exclaimed Virat, as he switched his captain mode back on, landing on the couch again, right in front of the television.

Anushka looked at her bump again, watching the day when she found out that she was pregnant,  flash right in front of her eyes. 

Nine months of waiting.

A week was nothing compared to that, yet it seemed the hardest.

*flashback*

She wriggled further into the blanket, as the bright sunlight fell directly on her eyes. 

"Come on, love, wake up. It's eight already", Virat cooed near her.

"Ughh", she groaned, "Close the blinds, Virat. I wanna sleep more."

"I brought coffee, Nush", said Virat, pulling her blanket.

"God, what's the problem with you? Why can't you let me sleep peacefully?" asked Anushka angrily.

Virat seemed to be taken aback by her rather rude tone because Anushka was one of the most cheerful people, in the morning.

"Uh- Nush, are you feeling well?" asked Virat concernedly.

"Yes, I am. Now, please pull the curtains, Virat and go."

Virat nodded unsurely, contemplating his wife's unusual behaviour that morning, as he did what she asked.

He was about to close the door and go out when suddenly Anushka made a beeline for the washroom. He rushed to her side and held her hair back as she puked her guts out.

He brought her to the bed, gently and brought a glass of water. Anushka gulped it down in a go, a sudden wave of nausea hitting her, as she clutched Virat for support.