Yours insanely

53.Life worth living

"Ratatouille?" Shubman asked and you nodded as you both sat on the living room couch, after you returned home.

"It was good at the restaurant," you turned to look at him. "But I want us to make it together."

"And what do I get in return?" He asked as you took a bite from your third ice cream of the day.

You had one after dinner, bought two for you and Shubman on the way home. But you ended up eating his ice cream cone too.

But he got his share from the regular stock in the freezer, so that was even.

You showed him the ice cream cone and he gladly took a bite.

"Something more," he said and you took his free hand, placing a small kiss on the back of it.

"Okay?" You asked while he took a spoonful of ice cream from the bowl he was holding, placing it in his mouth deliberately.

Leaning forward, Shubman kissed you, trading off the dessert before he pulled away and left you speechless.

"Okay," he agreed and you blinked twice. "I'll look up the recipe."

He held your hand that clutched the ice cream cone, bringing it closer to your mouth and you took a tentative bite.

You couldn't think straight when he looked at you like that.

Shubman Gill was really going to be the death of you.

He averted his gaze only when he heard Brownie come running inside the living room.

Placing the ice cream bowl on the table, he picked up your son who jumped into his arms.

"Hey, buddy," he lifted him up before holding him closer. "Did your aunt take good care of you while we were away?"

Watching him talk and respond to the tiny barks, you continued eating the ice cream.

You felt a small kiss on your shoulder and a head on your lap once the dessert was no more.

Shubman laid himself on the couch with Brownie on his chest as they communicated.

There was this tingling feel in your stomach as he did that, and you ran your fingers through his hair, focusing on the eyes that adorned him.

"Though you don't have to request me for anything, baby," he broke you out of your trance. "I'm always at your beck and call, ready to comply."

His eyes gazed up at yours, ushering him to raise a hand and caress your cheek.

"One look from you and I'll be at your feet," he tugged a strand of hair behind your ear.

"It's enough if I have you on my lap," you ruffled his hair before petting Brownie too.

Shubman smiled as you traced his cheek with your fingers.

"I'll get changed first," you tapped at his shoulder slightly for him to get up.

"Shall I help you with the zipper again?" He questioned as he moved to sit up again, still holding Brownie. "Or maybe another scoop of ice cream?"

He gestured his head to the lone bowl on the coffee table, reminding you of the ice cream kiss.

Your heart rate increased, a slightly bashful look overtaking your features. "Not in front of Brownie," you nudged his chest with your elbow before getting up.

His dimples were a sight to behold as you left the room.

You came across Shahneel in the hallways, taking the opportunity to tell her, "Your brother is such a pervert."