VOWS OF MARRIAGE | ✔ [Under Editing]

50 | Knots of Love

🪞MIRA🪞

The soft click-clack of knitting needles suffused the room. I sat on the couch, surrounded by a sea of yarn and wool, my hands moving in a rhythm as I worked on the tiny blue sweater while Siddharth sat opposite me with a brow wrinkled in concentration as he tried to understand the knitting pattern I'd handed him.

He looked so cute, by the way. Hehe.

It was around 8:30 in the evening, and Siddharth and I were supposed to be making cute little clothes for our baby. Well, to be precise, I was making cute clothes while Siddharth was... glaring and trying to find ways how to murder the yarn. Yeah, that's a more suitable way to explain the situation.

I let my eyes wander toward Siddharth's creation, which looked more like a tangled bird's nest than a hat. He had been at it for the last two hours, determinedly trying to knit but failing miserably. The sight was so funny that I had to somehow stifle a laugh but his grumpy pout was the cherry on top and I couldn't stop but ended up laughing maniacally.

His lips were pushed out in a way that made him look both adorable and utterly defeated and his pout was begging me to kiss those luscious lips of his, and honestly, the temptation to lean over and press my lips to his was almost too strong to resist. His eyebrows were drawn together in a deep scowl, and every few minutes, he would let out a dramatic sigh that only made me want to tease him more.

"You know," I initiated, smiling, "I've never seen you look so determined. It's sexy." I teased him.

He grunted, and the sound sent a jolt of electricity to run through my veins. "Sexy? Seriously? Because I feel like a complete idiot right now."

The room lit up with my laughter, "yeah, maybe." I agreed with him while nodding my head fervently but only to get a side-eye from my husband.

"But you're my idiot," I decided to change my words, noticing the pout that was adorning his face.

These days, I've been seriously doubting who's really pregnant. Even I don't have as many mood swings as this person has. One minute, he was all sweet and doting and would insist on rubbing my feet and fluffing my pillows, and the next, he would be grumbling because I forgot to give him his morning kiss. I was now convinced that I had been living with a giant, grumpy teddy bear who would give you the cold shoulder if you forgot to give him enough attention.

Yesterday, he actually got mad because I was talking more with my baby bump than to him. He pouted and sulked as if I'd taken away his favorite toy and didn't talk to me for two straight hours until I finally assured him that he would always be the one I would love the most. (Don't worry baby, I'll love you even more, but I also have to handle your Papa's quirks and tantrums, so please understand, haan?) But when I casually mentioned that he'd have to share me once the baby arrived, he started giving nasty looks to my bump and even prepared a schedule on how much time the baby would get with me once he or she came into the world.