𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

Chapter contains mature content 🔞
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I slowly opened my eyes as I felt the warmth of the morning sun on my face.

As I looked around, I saw my little boy Rihansh already awake and gazing at his mother, who was sleeping soundly beside us on the bed. 

My heart melted as he reached out and gently touched her flushed cheeks with his tiny hands, letting out a small chuckle.

At three years old, Rihansh is already attending playschool and is the center of our world.

He is always so well-behaved. He cares for everyone especially for his mother's growing baby bump - he simply adores his little sibling.

Alaya is 5 months pregnant now and we would welcome our another little one in some months. This time Rihansh too wants a sister and like before I want a daughter.

"Good morning, baby," I whispered softly caressing his hair. He was still gazing at his mother and her bump lovingly. He turned to me and flashed a brilliant smile. "Gool Molning dada!"

He again started admiring his mother who was sleeping with a cute pout adorned on her face.

"What happened baby?" I asked him cuddling him close to myself as we adore our lady love together.

"Mumma ish pletty" he said in his babyish voice.

"Yes she is the prettiest" I agreed with him and a smile automatically spread across my lips.

I couldn't help but shower him with kisses on his forehead and cheeks. He chuckled as my stubble pricked his soft skin.

We got up and I started getting him ready for school, appreciating how much he had matured since those cranky days when he was just a year old.

I made him do his morning business and made him bath. Then I made him wear his dress and set his hair properly after drying them.

He was always so loving towards his mother, and though he could be a bit stubborn at times, I knew how to handle him well.

He is just like her. He gets happy over smallest of things and spreads love everywhere he goes.

He just looks like me but is a total mumma's boy.

As we got ready to leave, I noticed that Angel, my beloved wife, was still sleeping. She had a rough night and looked tired in sleep as well, which worried me deeply.

I was awake with her but still she needs more care especially in these days.

I couldn't bear the thought of her going through the pain of childbirth again, but I knew it was something she wanted - we had argued about it, but I eventually gave in to her wishes.