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30. Thorns

Ambar POV

Ten days had passed with Ishleen staying with Jeet and Naina and Grandma was very much staying with us. Samayra had been calm towards her, but I was the one that usually took the brunt of her pregnancy hormones every time she was pissed.

That little incident with Chetan was a onetime thing, and Chetan trying to piss me off less, but that included his relationship memo since he was born.

Samayra wasn't so pissed about the comment Chetan had made, because she was very much familiar with our history in the one year that we were married. She hated it, and it was surely a turn off from time-to-time but she had adapted to it. We sneaked our love making sessions away from the family as I continued to sleep with my little brother as she was getting more and more comfortable on the King sized bed in our room.

It was around 5 am in the morning as there was a knock on the door and I turned to look at Chetan snoring.

"Open up..." I slap him across his face.

"You go..." he says slapping me back.

"It must be grandma asking for your wife." I say with my eyes still closed.

"It must be your pregnant-horny-wife." He says and that definitely caught my attention and I opened my eyes. The knocking on the door turned to banging as I shoved the covers aside and wore my slippers getting up. I unlock the door and open it up as Samayra stood their flustered.

"Hi..." I say thanking God for such a steamy start to a very boring day at work as I see her crying.

Her second trimester is starting soon and I think with the ending of Morning-sickness, emotions will come rushing at me.

"Hey... What's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?" I say as she just collapses onto my chest sobbing.

"I'm bleeding." She says as my breath catches in my throat.

"You're what..." I say holding her at a little distant, inspecting her injuries.

"No... I... I think... I'm losing it..." she says crying harder.

"LOOSING WHAT, SAMAYRA?" I say almost shouting as if it felt that I had started loosing brain cells at what I thought she meant.

No, that's not what she meant. No... That can't be...

"This means she thinks she's having a miscarriage, you asshole..." Chetan says as I turn to look at him putting his sweatpants over his shorts as he goes for the car keys.

"Let's go to the hospital. Inform them we're coming, so they can be ready with anything that..." Chetan says as Samayra clutches her stomach as if it was painful.

"Ayra..." I say holding her as she faints in my arms.

"Let's go." I say picking her up as we walk down the stairs.

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I was pacing outside the room, while Chetan called and informed the family about our where abouts as the doctor walked out of the room with her head hanging low.

Her body language made me fall back on the chair as her defeated demeanor was familiar to me as a cop.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Deol. We did everything we could." She said and I put my face between my hands unable to face the world. I remembered the nights, talking about what this child would look like, as a combination of our features and the wit and charm it would inherit from us both. The names that were fodder for school bullies and should be avoided and others that sounded nice.