𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝟒𝟒. 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 [Last Chapter]

I woke up from my sleep to the most beautiful sight in front of me. Three-month-old Baby Ansh was sleeping peacefully on his dadda Aayansh's chest. It was such a heartwarming moment, seeing them together like that.

Nowadays, Baby Ansh is starting to look like a carbon copy of his dad. His tiny features are so much like Aayansh’s, from the shape of his nose to the curve of his lips.

The only difference is the pout—he's got that from me. It’s so adorable how he purses his lips just like I do.

Aayansh was fast asleep in a sitting position, his mouth partly open. Baby Ansh, lying comfortably on his chest, had his mouth partly open too. It was such a perfect image—like father, like son. I couldn't resist getting closer to them.

Gently, I bent down and pecked both of their foreheads, feeling so much love for these two boys who meant the world to me.

Rihansh, though still so tiny, isn't exactly a silent baby at night. He tends to get fussy, waking up every few hours, but Aayansh always handles him without a single complaint. The sight of them sleeping like this told me that last night must have been tough for Aayansh, but he managed it like he always does. His patience and devotion as a father never ceased to amaze me.

"Good morning, wifey," I heard a sleepy, throaty voice from Aayansh. He opened one eye and gave me a tired smile, stretching out his arm, signaling for me to cuddle with him.

Without hesitation, I snuggled into his side, resting my head on his arm. Mornings like these were pure bliss, quiet moments filled with love and warmth. I placed one hand gently on Baby Ansh's back, feeling his tiny breaths as he slept soundly on his father's chest.

After a few minutes, I noticed his cute little lips start to wobble. I knew he was about to wake up, so I carefully lifted him from Aayansh's grip. I didn't want to disturb his well-deserved sleep.

"Papa ko kitna pareshan karte ho aap," I whispered in a playful, baby voice to Rihansh, who gave a little smile in response, even in his half-asleep state. I unbuttoned a few buttons of my shirt and began to breastfeed him before he could start crying.

Once he was fed, I gently patted his back until he burped and then, just like that, he fell back to sleep in my arms. It was as if the father-son duo had thrown a party the night before, and now it was time for Baby Ansh to catch up on his sleep.

I laid him down softly in the crib that we kept in our room. Even as he slept, his little face frowned slightly, his tiny pout still there. Such a little drama king already, I thought with a smile.

After ensuring he was comfortable, I went to take a nice, warm bath and complete my morning routine. I didn’t like wearing heavy clothes around the house, so I opted for a simple suit that was both comfortable and practical.

As I stood in front of the mirror, setting my hair into a neat bun, I heard a soft cry from Rihansh’s crib. I immediately went to him and gently picked him up. His small body relaxed as he snuggled into my warmth, resting his tiny head on my shoulder.