MY FOREVER WITH YOU

CHAPTER-33

"You don't love someone because of their looks or their clothes or their car. You love them because they sing a song only your heart can understand."

Epilogue-1

Mature content ahead

ARJUN

One second I was sleeping, the next I jolt up in my bed.

"Aarav needs diaper change, Aradhya might be hungry again. Or was it in reverse order," I mutter to myself in my dazed state, scampering out of my bed.

I have to reach them before they start wailing, as much as I love my kids to death their crying gives me headache like no other thing. I was about to get up then realize- oh, right mom and dad are taking care of them. Sighing, I relax. It was probably second week, we were trying to take turns especially to give rest to Meera.

It's still a hard pill to digest- I'm father of two kids, now. It seems like yesterday, I have to worry about cleaning my bruises if I indulged in mindless fighting so my parents wouldn't notice now I'd worry about diaper changing, refilling their milk bottles and what not.

This is called your world getting tilted within snap of fingers. My gaze turns to the reason, Meera it's because of her, as much as I still face problems in coping with everything- I wouldn't change a bit of my life. Well except to handle those initial months of her pregnancy, babies. No number of books, hours of advice from experienced parenting could have prepared me.

Every phase was challenging- Meera's mood swings, eating habits, were awful. If I were to deny her anything, she'd throw tantrums, yell at me for every stupid thing and many nights I'd be kicked out of room. Needless to say the one trait that I lacked terribly I have almost mastered it. 'Patience.'

I'd wait outside, sit on the floor sometimes waiting for her to unlock the door, apologize even if reasons wasn't any sensible. You don't argue with a pregnant woman, they are always right. Dad advised me once, I followed it diligently.

My heart clenches at the memory of time of her delivery. It was most difficult phases of my life, nearly thirty hours of her labor I could do nothing except to hold her and repeat calming, sweet words. I had nearly heart attack with the amount of anxiety, nervousness I was feeling until the silent room filled with wailing of two tiniest beings, I have ever seen in life.

That was the first, I cried openly in front of everyone when I fearfully held their delicate bodies to my chest. Still feeling tears, I wiped them off. Such a beautiful memory for any man to be blessed with fatherhood.

Ah, it was too early in morning to get emotional. It might sound selfish but I miss sleeping for couple of extra hours without being disturbed at least four to five times minimum whole night. For such small beings, they are power packed with never ending energy.

Gathering her back in my arms, I settle back to sleep. She stirs slightly, her next move removes all traces of sleep from my mind. Unconsciously, her thigh moves in between my legs, rubbing her soft body leading to very much awaken my morning wood.

'Shit! It's been so long.'

Her body got tensed as my hands slithered to her bare hipbone, she was half awake so curling my lips I slide my palm further. She discreetly adjusted my tempting fingers on clothed region. However being her husband my senses sharpen, nothing she            could hide from me. There is something alarming in her behavior.

Kissing her forehead, my way of wishing her morning. I gently turn her head to my side. Her eyes flutter open, smiling sleepily. I lean to capture her lips looking at her directly. I could never get enough of her lips even if we did million times, so lost in the moment she didn't notices her top going off. She tried to control her anxiousness, taking in her reaction I glide my fingers unhooking her bar, she froze.