The feeling of her smooth skin at the tip of my finger made me want to taste more of her.
"Look at me, Anisha." I whispered and she opened her eyes immediately. A shiver went down my spine as her eyes looked into mine.
This was the time. I am finall...
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"Mumma... when will Anya start speaking?" Adish asked playing with his baby sister's small fingers as she slept in her cradle.
"She's a year old now, baby. So maybe soon." I told him as I filled his hot water tub for him to take a bath.
Anya was one year old and we recently celebrated her first birthday. Adish is six years old and a proud brother. We were so happy when we were told it was a girl. Adish was excited to have a little sister and has taken on the role of big brother with pride.
It was like we manifested a daughter and it came true.
"What will she say first?" His gaze turned back to Anya as he wondered what she would say first.
"Papa. Definitely." I chuckled as I stepped back into the room to take out his clothes from the cupboard. He nodded agreeing with me.
Anya was her dad's princess. She smiled so much when she was with him. And the same was true with Adi. It was impossible for him not to be so happy when he had her in his arms.
"What did I say first?" Adish asked interestedly, getting up on the bed and pulling a pillow into his lap.
"Mumma. My boy." I grinned walking to the bed, ruffling his hair while he laughed.
"Can I go out and play with my friends?" He asked me with such a cute face.
There were two families who had joined us in the neighbourhood. Adish had found three friends of his age, with whom he loved spending his mornings and evenings, sometimes playing and sometimes eating. They even went to the same preschool.
"Yes, you can. First go take a nice bath and get ready like my handsome boy. Okay?" I told him and he made a bored face.
"First play." He placed his hand on his hips looking at me pointedly.
"First bath." I gave him the same pointed stare and he twisted his lips before getting down from the bed.
"Just so you know, I listen to you only because you are my mumma." He said turning around on his way to the bathroom.
"Oh really?" I raised my eyebrows, running towards him to tickle him. And he got what I was planning to do, so he ran into the bathroom, laughing on the way.
I shook my head smiling and the smile only widened when my eyes fell on my baby girl, who was now awake.
"Hey, baby. Are you hungry?" I asked, softly caressing her head as she held my finger.
"Mmm." She hummed in her baby voice with a small pout on her face and every time I looked at my babies, my heart melted right there.
"Let's feed you then, come on." I picked her up from the cradle into my arms and wrapped the small blanket around her.
Because the whole house was air conditioned, Anya would sometimes feel cold.
"You love this, don't you?" I asked feeding her the oatmeal and she gave me her baby grin.
