𝕊𝔼𝕍𝔼ℕ 𝕀ℕ 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝕃𝔻 {𝙼𝙰𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙻}

54. Kicks and Promises

By the sixth month, I was waddling around the whole area, especially out of my bed.

" What's wrong? " I heard my husband's groggy voice call out, as I rolled, quite literally out of bed.

"Washroom." I muttered, as I walked slowly. I felt two hands around my waist, helping me along.

"Thank you. " I muttered.

These four months living here had taught me how smart it was to not leave immediately after the birth of Bheem's son. It was exhausting and painful, but it was my life for now.

As I made my way back to the bed, I saw a tired Yudhishthir sleeping peacefully, chest rising and falling steadily, while the child in me had decided to make my insides it's own punching bag... And it's all Yudhishthir's fault. You don't believe me? I'll show...

A month ago.

"What! The lion dies in lion King? " Yudhishthir asked shocked.

"Yes dear husband. You slept halfway through the film that day. Mufasa dies because Scar pushed him off and Simba thinks it's because of him that his father -aah. " I stopped mid sentence as I felt a light kick against my stomach.

"What is it.? Are you alright? Should I call mata -" My husband asked worried.

If you've lived long enough with him, you'd know that he won't be reassured so easily. So I did the next best thing, picked up his hand and put it against my stomach.

"Sagarika what -"

"Shh. For once, let go of your panic and just feel. " I whispered.

He looked at me confused, ready to bolt out the door when our child graced him with his presence, with a firm kick towards my diaphragm, where I placed my husband's hands.

"I -what? "

" Do you feel that? That's your child you bonehead! " I said, when I felt a sharper one.

"Oh really? You don't like it when I call your papa a bonehead -aah. " This time, I had to clutch at my stomach.

Yudhishthir meanwhile looked at me with tears.

Uh oh.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying? " I asked as I raised my hand to wipe his tears off, when he raised both of his to pull me into a hug followed by a soft kiss. It was sweet and hopeful, grateful.

"You've given me one of the greatest gifts a man could ever want my dear heart. Thank you. I can't even imagine how hard it is to truly nurture a child inside one's own body. " He said, pulling me into a side hug. His hands made their way back to my mid section, as he caressed the growing bump with love, earning resounding kicks each time.

" Oh great. Now I'll have to deal with this too. " I muttered, leaning my head back against a steadily moving shoulder as he aimed to curb his laughter.

"You find this funny! Your child won't let me sleep now -"

"Ours. Our child. "

"Yes well-"

"No. Shh. I'll tell her. Don't trouble her mata. " He said, crouching down in the bed.

"Hi little girl, I am sure you are one. Now, I know you've found an interesting task, being able to move your hands and feet around, but your mata will be in pain all the time if you do. Please let her sleep, you and I will sleep too. Alright? " He tried, but was met with, if a softer but still a kick.