Truthfully Yours

Chapter 65

A loud, protesting cry pierced the air around us.

"Oh, Oh," Madhvi pouted, then smiled, patting our baby's little tummy as he squirmed on her lap with sound cries, "Baby! It's not gonna hurt. Mama will never hurt you, promise! Stop crying, na," she begged, and I chuckled.

She slapped my arm, and I faked a wince.

"Vir! He's crying so much. You better make him stop," she pouted, looking at our child, but the truth is, barely any child will finish his bath without tearing up, and our son is no exception.

"Madhvi, better we bathe him soon and take him out," I said while pouring the mug of water while she rubbed the soap over his body. His cries grew louder as we persisted in cleaning him up thoroughly.

I looked around for something to make him smile, but all I got was a squeaky toy duck, the typical yellow one. I grabbed it and squished it in front of him, but his lips puckered more, letting out a whiny cry.

"My mama! Stop crying," Madhvi begged and cleared the soap off from near his tiny eyes. She started talking to him in his language while making funny faces while I squished the toy.

Once his cries stopped, we cleaned him up before draping him in the fluffy towel that he'd grown comfy too. I carried him to the bed while my completely drenched Madhvi decided to take a bath, leaving me to deal with our whining prince.

"Ah, my son, you gotta get over it, baby," I cooed while cradling him in my arms.

"Hey man, you must acknowledge how handsome you are, dude. Just as handsome as your dad," I grinned while nuzzling my nose in his tummy, and he squirmed.

"I'll just let you be delusional, hubby," Madhvi smirked before wrapping her arms around my waist, and leaning toward me.

I glared at her and winced as she giggled, pinching my waist.

"Was it that funny to witness your husband wince in pain? He's such a sadist wife I've got."

"That's the cause of being so cute, even while wincing in pain," she laughed evilly before pinching me once again. I yelped suddenly, to which my son's eyes snapped in my direction. His eyes glared my way before her lips puckered.

"Madhvi! I'll get you for this," I groaned before I started to coax my son's cries.

"Alright, dude. At least for once, do something other than crying while looking at my face. Am I that horrible?"

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"Vir, what's that?" Madhvi asked while folding our clothes and arranging them in a pile. That was a random day of the same week, we decided to complete all the cleaning chores while our dramatic prince decided to be a sleeping beauty for a few hours after getting his tummy full.

The day was long and exhausting as we shared work between ourselves. Madhvi made sure to take most of the chores, leaving me with only a few heavy ones. Smart wife here, I must say. At the end of the tiring day, we're back in our room, relaxed that our son is still floating in his dream world.

Once I grasped her interrogation into my mind, I leaned against the headboard while looking at the file lying on the nightstand. It crumbled my heart to even ask if she even meant that. I hope not.

"This?" I pointed it out, and she nodded eagerly. My hopes died. 

"Oh, that's the progress of our mission," I said with a smile, and her eyes widened, being delighted.

Madhvi, you're so excited about my work, but I am a failure.

That moment, I'd come to know why most men feel uncomfortable discussing their job with their wives because no man could handle the feeling of being a failure in front of their better half. Men, as husbands, could never handle the feeling of being looked down on by the love of our lives.