Once Upon A Mr. Goody Two Shoes

Chapter 31-part 1

"Are you sure all this isn't too much?" Abeer asked me for the umpteenth time, balancing the many shopping bags in his hands.

I rolled my eyes at him. "You were the one who wanted to go shopping for this, I don't even like shopping," I said grumbling, thrusting more bags in his hands.

"How do you not like shopping?" He asked bewildered, not able to grasp the fact that some women didn't relish a shopping spree. "My sisters always used to go shopping, draining my father's credit cards. And since I was the only male around - no Aashi, they never asked my father to accompany them - I was forced to be their driver and bag-carrier," he said, shaking his head ruefully.

"You're no better now," I murmured lowly, hiding a smirk.

"I heard that," Abeer said irritated. I simply rolled my eyes at him.

"Don't worry, Abeer, it's all good. If it is overboard, well, you can't do anything about that now, can you?" I grinned up at him, making him groan. "We have no babies around to dress them in baby clothes, right?

It was Saturday morning, and we were off to the mall to shop for our fellow colleague Nita who was going to have a baby soon. When we used to work together in the office, everyone had become quite a unit. Even now, they kept in touch with Abeer, and when he got to know about Nita soon becoming a mother, he couldn't resist going to buy gifts for the newborn baby due anytime. His kindness was a virtue I valued the most, amongst his other fantastic traits.

"Well," Abeer said, flinging an arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer to his side, " I don't mind having babies around, they're a delight. Insufferable, but a delight," he said, gazing down at me with his warm, chocolatey eyes.

I frowned. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked, confused.

He looked as if he was ready to hit a wall. "I was talking about our babies, Aashi," he sounded exasperated. My cheeks turned pink and I glared at him.

"Try and marry me first, you fool. Think about babies later."

His grip on my shoulders tightened. "But I do think about our babies," he said, leaning down to whisper against my ear. "Especially the act leading to them," he murmured seductively, making my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"Abeer!" I shoved him away with my elbow, making him laugh.

"No, but seriously, I would like to have a girl," he said lightly, catching up with me. I pulled his hand over to my shoulders and we walked like that.

"Just a girl?" I asked.

"Well, since you would be doing the work of pushing a baby out of body," (he shuddered at this point), "I thought to keep my requests bare minimum," he said dryly.

"I would like a boy and a girl," I said happily, ignoring his statement.

He raised his brows. "Boys are work. Girls are marvellous."

"Hey! Both are awesome!" I said, glaring at him.

"Anyways, I hope they don't get your vocal chords," he said swinging the shopping bags.

"Why? My vocal chords are fine!" I screamed before realizing that I had screamed.

"No, we don't want permanent damage to our eardrums with too many screaming voices in the house, do we?" He quipped and conveniently dodged my kick.

"We also don't want them getting your laugh, do we?" I said, satisfied at the scowl that now graced his handsome face. "Too much of that won't be good for the eardrums," I repeated his statement, basking in his ire a tad bit more. He grumbled under his breath but did not contradict my statement. All was going good when my phone pinged with a message from my dad.