Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Feeding The Hormones

Warning - It's absolutely 100% rated M, which means explicit adult situations. Be warned!

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Jagdish carefully connected the wires, checking everything twice while Daya watched him with vivid interest and fascination. Jagdish reminded him of Pete in many ways: a gentle giant most would underestimate, but who owned a lot of unusual, delicate skills most wouldn't even understand. Daya would never have been able to do with the electricity what Jagdish did, so he was grateful to have him, especially since Vineet seemed to be unavailable at the moment…. he had tried to call him several times, with no success. He probably had his hands full with his fiancée Kashish somehow, she seemed the hysterical type through and through. High maintenance, most likely.

Jagdish wiped his palms on his pants, looking critically at his handiwork. Then he looked at Daya and smiled almost shyly.

"All done, Mr. Shetty. Ready to be plastered up now- that's a mighty fine house you have here. Did all of that yourself?"

Daya smiled back.

"Yeah, most of it. I had a little help here and there. There are certain… circumstances that required finishing the project earlier than I had planned originally."

Jagdish nodded.

"Going to live here all on your own, then?"

Daya’s smile got so bright it seemed to rival the sun's glow.

"No… no, I won't."

Jagdish’s gaze sneaked to Daya’s shiny, platinum wedding ring.

"You got a wife, huh?"

"Exactly."

"Kids?"

Daya clearly showing happiness became as overpowering as a supernova, he could feel it himself.

"Not yet."

Jagdish chuckled.

"Working on it?"

As if on cue, Daya heard the familiar clicking of high heels on the porch, and turned slowly to watch her enter.

His life. His sun. His reason for everything.

Daya kept reliving the past months in his mind, again and again, everything they had shared and celebrated, and the warmth she gave him covered him like a coat. He smiled at her, putting everything he felt for her into the gesture. He wanted her to feel it, all the time. Wanted her to never doubt what she was to him.

Being six months pregnant Shreya already carried a considerable baby bump, and she was so cute Daya couldn't deny her a thing. Which was not good, because it weakened his leverage in the countless negotiations life with Shreya was made of.

"Hey," she said with a smile, and just like that his whole body was aching to get closer to her, an effect she permanently seemed to have on him and that had brought the two of them into more than one embarrassing situation already.

Shreya shook Jagdish’s hand, who grinned like a teddy bear, already smitten with Daya’s gorgeous wife.

His angel glowed from inside. She just looked so relaxed and happy, right at home in her growing body. She loved her little bump far more than he had thought she would, and had never once complained about it. Instead, she loved talking to their unborn child while she gently massaged her abdomen with baby oil. Daya could watch her for hours, bathing in their shared happiness.

They chatted with Jagdish for a moment, but Daya grew restless fast and pulled Shreya a little to the side to give her room to talk to him - and treat himself to a little caress. Touching her arms, he felt the now familiar pang of worry enter his heart. Shreya’s pregnancy cravings had nothing to do with food, so she had gained no weight besides her little bump.