VOWS OF MARRIAGE | ✔ [Under Editing]

52 | Flutters of Parenthood

🪞MIRA🪞

Siddharth's hand was wrapped around mine, his thumb brushing small, soothing circles across my skin. We were sitting next to each other, staring at the monitor in front of us with our eyes fixed on it and our breathing laboring as the moments passed.

"Look at that, Mr. and Mrs. Rajput," The doctor cheerfully said and gave us a bright smile. "Your baby is growing perfectly, fit and healthy."

I nodded but the words remained lodged in my throat and my heart was just too full to speak. My eyes glazed with tears, turning everything around me into a blurry haze. But even through that haze, I could feel our baby, see our baby and they were perfect, absolutely perfect.

Siddharth's fingers left mine, and before I knew it, he was softly brushing away the tears that had fallen down my cheeks. I turned to see him smiling at me, his eyes bursting with tears that glistened in his eyes but weren't brave enough to come out.

I could see the world through his eyes, a world that suddenly revolved around the small existence we created together. His gaze returned to the monitor, a faint smile tipped up at the corners of his mouth. I knew what he was thinking-the same thoughts that had been spinning in our heads for months: glee, love, and an inkling of that ever-present fear.

"Our baby has gone from a poppy seed to an entire pumpkin, Mira," A laugh bubbled up through my tears at his comparison, and I couldn't help but shake my head

"God, Sid, you and your wild comparisons about our baby," I complained, laughing.

But even as I teased him, my heart burst with affection as I remembered the first time we saw our baby on the monitor. Back then, they were just a tiny little bean, no bigger than an apple seed. And now, seven months later, they had grown so much-big enough for Siddharth to compare them to a pumpkin. It made me breathless, thinking how quickly time was passing. It felt like just yesterday that I found out I was pregnant, and we started coming for our regular checkups. Now, I could hardly believe that seven months had flown by in the blink of an eye. My due date would be in just two months i.e. on the 5th of October and in just seven to eight more weeks, our lives would be overflowing with the joy of holding our precious bundle of happiness in our arms.

Moisture clouded my vision again at the thought.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen, and neither could Siddharth. There was our baby-the sign of our love-stretching, kicking, moving with a strength that made my heart stumble and my breathing caught in my throat. I had to fight back the tears that threatened to spill again. This was real. It was happening. Our baby was strong and alive, and it felt like the most beautiful, magical thing in the entire universe.

Without even realizing it, my hand drifted to my belly, and I felt a tiny, fluttering kick beneath my palm. My heart did a little dance, just like it had the very first time I felt them move.