𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥

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Congratulations
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Both husband and wife lay sprawled on their backs in bed, their gazes fixed blankly on the ceiling above. Lips slightly parted in shock, their eyelids blinked restlessly, mirroring the whirlwind of thoughts racing through their minds.

Yepdhi?

( How?)

Neha's fiery glare bore into Siddharth, causing him to squirm under her intense scrutiny. Sheepishly, he met her gaze, his lips pressing into a thin line as he nervously shifted under her stare. Clearing his throat, he voiced the question that had been weighing on his mind.

We used protection la? Adhan..

( We used protection? So, I...)

Neha took a deep breath, her head finding its place on Siddharth's shoulder as she wrapped her hands around his arms for comfort.

Apparently it doesn't work sometimes

She murmured softly, her words carrying a mix of resignation and bemusement. In that moment of vulnerability, nestled against her husband.

Siddharth let out a grunt in unbelievable, why don't the advertisement companies make sure to say this too? Can they put that on the front part of the packet? Truly worse marketing skills.

Condom companies should be sued

Neha couldn't help but chuckle. Siddharth felt Neha's fingers mindlessly tugging at his shirt sleeve, he recognized that she was scared and worried as much as he was. He made her look at him,

Unaku ok'lae?

( Are you ok with this?)

Siddharth's question hung in the air, lingering between them like an unspoken promise. Neha's response was silent, her gaze fixed on him with a mixture of emotions too complex for words. Sensing her need for comfort, Siddharth turned to her, his touch gentle as he brushed her hair from her face as he gently assured,

Hey, it's okay Neha. Unaku yenna thonudho sollu, you know I won't judge

( Hey, it's okay Neha. You can tell me what you're thinking, you know I won't judge?)

In a wordless exchange of comfort, Neha wrapped her arms around Siddharth, burying her face against his chest as he enveloped her in a warm embrace. Siddharth held her close, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against his own chest. With gentle strokes, he rubbed her back in soothing circles, his touch a silent reassurance of his unwavering presence by her side.

Enna nambi kozhandhai'nu nenachale bayama iruku, na yepdhi nalla amma'va aga mudhiyum? The child deserves more than me

( I'm scared even by the thought of it, how am I going to be a good mother? The child deserves more than me)

You're going to be a very good mother

With a slight chuckle, Siddharth addressed his wife, prompting Neha to lift her gaze to meet his. There was a playful glint in his eyes as he affectionately pinched her chin, a gesture of endearment that elicited a soft smile from Neha,

Ippove andha kozhandhai'oda nallatha pathi yosikka arambichitae, that's very typical mother behavior

( You've already started worrying about the baby's welfare, that's very typical mother behavior)

Neha managed a small smile in response to Siddharth's playful gesture, but her expression quickly shifted as she noticed the strain in his sigh.

Indha nalla parent'ah irukuradha pathi naan dhan bayapadhanum