MOMMA BY CHOICE

Chapter 17

So let's get started...

A knock on the door startled Meera awake. As her eyes fluttered open, she noticed Vihaan sleeping on her, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his hands clutching the neckline of her blouse. She shook her head with mild exasperation at his posture but couldn't help a soft smile. Gently shifting her position, she sat up and called out, "Come in."

The nurse entered the room to check on Veer's condition. She smiled softly at Meera, who returned the gesture. After jotting down notes on Veer's health chart, the nurse exited the room quietly, leaving Meera to her thoughts.

Meera leaned back against the armrest of the sofa, Vihaan's head now resting on her lap. As he stirred slightly, she repositioned herself, ensuring his head stayed comfortably on her lap. Her fingers absently combed through his hair as her mind wandered, replaying the doctor's words about Veer. Questions about why Veer wasn't breastfed by his mother and the impact it might have had swirled in her thoughts.

After some time, Vihaan's sleep was disturbed by the cramped space. He let out a soft hum, rubbing his eyes, and slowly woke up. His gaze landed on Meera, who was already looking at him with a small, tender smile. She gently caressed his cheek and asked, "What are you looking at so intently, hmm?"

Vihaan didn't reply. Instead, he snuggled closer to her with a soft hum, his arms wrapping around her waist. His face pressed against her stomach, and she gasped, her breath hitching as she stammered, "Vihaan ji... someone might come in. What are you doing?"

He lifted his face slightly, a frown marring his features as he said firmly, "Meera, not another word."

Her eyes widened in disbelief at his tone, but before she could respond, he buried his face against her stomach again, nudging her saree aside. She felt his lips brush against her skin, his teeth grazing lightly, sending shivers down her spine. Unable to control her reaction, her hand found his hair, tugging at it reflexively.

"Vihaa... ahh, what are you...?" she stuttered, her voice betraying her confusion and the effect he had on her.

Vihaan's grip on her waist tightened, and he suddenly moved upward, pressing himself closer. His lips found her exposed cleavage, and he gently nipped at the sensitive skin. A soft moan escaped her lips as his hand cupped her breast, applying a light pressure. Overwhelmed by the moment, her hands instinctively pressed his face closer to her, all thoughts of their surroundings forgotten.

Hearing faint sounds from outside, Meera snapped out of her haze. She gently but firmly pulled Vihaan's face away from her cleavage, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of his hooded eyes and red lips glistening with a trace of saliva. He licked his lips slowly, his hand still pressing her mound and attempting to tug at her blouse.

Meera caught his hand, stopping him. With her other hand, she cupped his cheek and combed her fingers tenderly through his hair. Her eyes met his, finding a storm of emotions reflected in his gaze—love, desire, and frustration. Leaning forward, she pressed a soft kiss to his forehead and murmured, "That's enough... We'll talk about it when we get home. Hmm? Right now, your son needs you, Vihaan ji."

Her words seemed to ground him. He rested his head against her chest, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace. His voice was soft as he replied, "And what about you? You're not his mother, hmm? He call you his mother, but you don't seem to care about it hann."

Meera shook her head gently, her expression calm yet resolute. "Vihaan ji... Veer is very precious to me. You might not understand," she said softly, her voice carrying a quiet determination.

Before Vihaan could respond, a knock on the door interrupted their conversation. He sat up straight, quickly adjusting her saree's pallu to cover her chest and waist properly. Once she looked composed, he called out, "Come in."