Knowing His Wife

𝟒𝟐. 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬!

Extended Chapter 41.

Yuvaani

I could see it in his eyes—the fear of losing me during the argument, and the concern for his kids. The way he conveyed his feelings with just a glance—no one else could do that. I know he's a very responsible father. He cares about his children deeply. He's never been apart from them since they were born, and his concern was how I would manage them all by myself. I'm grateful that when I took them with me, they weren't cranky, otherwise, it would have been difficult for me to handle. But I did manage them on my own.

The parent in Aarush speaks volumes. He truly seemed like the ideal father. Now, I understand why he felt so protective. If I were in his place—if I were a widow with a child and married someone else, even if my new husband was wonderful, I wouldn't easily let him take over the care of my child, especially outside the house. Indoors, maybe. But at least Aarush trusted me. He never once said, "Don't take my kids with you."

The realization hit like iron smashed on glass. I felt guilty to argue with him and doubt his intentions. Maybe he trusts me more than I do to him. I sighed and checked the time.

2:09 am.

I should sleep. I've been overthinking too much. I turned over to face him. He was sleeping peacefully, without a care in the world. Being close to him every day has shown me how good he is as a person. He takes care of his parents, looks after his kids, builds a business from scratch, and cares for me. He hugs me, kisses me, makes me feel loved and valued. A person who genuinely cares for me. My heart swelled with pride, knowing that I am his wife. I love him—perhaps even more than I realize.

Slowly, I reached out, my fingers grazing his face. I felt the light stubble on his skin, caressing his cheeks softly, trying not to wake him. He stirred a little, his eyes fluttering open.

"You haven't slept yet?" he asked in his sleepy voice with was soft and inviting.

"No" I whispered.

"I am sorry I woke you up" I added.

"Come here" he murmured.

I scooted closer, and he wrapped his arms around me. Our bodies pressed together, his warmth drawing me in like a magnet. I snuggled into his neck and kissed it lightly. He continued to caress my back, planting a soft kiss on my head. His touch lulled me into sleep, and soon, I drifted off.

Chapter 42

3 years later.

Yuvaani

"I'm warning you last time! Come here and finish this!!" I almost yelled losing my temper.

"No" this four year old son giggled, running off to another room.

It has been twenty minutes straight I've running all over the house with a cup of milk and a small plate with food. I sighed and followed him.

I saw him with his father both engrossed in the screen sitting on the bed. "Aarush! Ask him to finish this milk at least!" My temper was willing to explode still, I was trying hard to maintain it. My words came out harsher than I intended.

His glanced up at me and he sensed I'm annoyed. Before he could say anything, his dearest son stood on bed and caught his face between his little palms and uttered "Papa, no milkie! It's yuckie!" as if commanding his dad, not to go against him.

"With this same milk, you grew big, baby" Aarush said and gently pulled Ansh into his lap. I gave the cup to Aarush and he attached it to Ansh's lips. Ansh made faces and tried to ran off. But Aarush has caught him tight, so Ansh couldn't wiggle.