RadhaKrishn

Spoiled Rotten

Radha's PoV

Aavi had been getting along with the family pretty well. My family came to visit him after I informed them of my decision to adopt him.

My four brothers were more childish than Vihaan and Nithi. They all were fighting to hold Aavi.

My four brothers crowded around Aavi, their excitement palpable as they jostled each other, each one eager to hold him first. The room was filled with laughter and playful banter, their voices overlapping in a chaotic but joyful symphony.

"Come on, let me hold him first! I'm the oldest, after all," Rahul bhaiya, declared, trying to assert some semblance of authority.

"You always use that excuse!" Rithvik bhai, retorted, reaching out to take Aavi from Rahul Bhaiya's grasp. "It's my turn this time!"

"No way!" Ishaan bhai, the third in line, chimed in, nudging Rithvik bhai aside. "Aavi clearly likes me the most, right, little buddy?"

The youngest of the four, Adi, wasn't about to be left out. "You guys are all wrong," he said with a grin. "Aavi should come to me. I'm the coolest uncle, aren't I, Aavi?"

Aavi, nestled comfortably in Rahul bhaiya's arms, seemed amused by all the attention. His big eyes darted from one uncle to another, as if trying to decide who was the most fun.

Vihaan and Nithi, not ones to be overshadowed, joined the fray.  "Rahul bhai, you've had your turn already!" Vihaan protested, tugging on Rahul bhaiya's sleeve. "Let me hold Aavi for a while."

"Yeah, you're hogging him!" Nithi added, his arms already outstretched to take the baby. "Come to Uncle Nithi, Aavi!"

I couldn't help but laugh at the scene unfolding before me. It was chaos, pure and simple, but it was the kind of chaos that came from love—a love that was already so evident in the way my brothers and cousins were falling over themselves to connect with Aavi.

I watched from the side, a soft smile playing on my lips. I  leaned in closer to Krishna, whispering, "They're worse than kids themselves."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around me. "That's how you know they'll be great uncles," he replied, watching as the squabble over Aavi continued. "They're already so invested in him."

Finally, my father, who had been observing with a bemused expression, decided to intervene. "Alright, alright, enough of this," he said, stepping forward. "You boys are going to overwhelm the poor child. Let me hold my grandson for a bit."

As if on cue, all four of my brothers and Vihaan and Nithi froze, reluctantly stepping back to allow my father to take Aavi. There was a collective sigh of disappointment, but also an unspoken agreement that our father, the patriarch of the family, deserved his moment.

Aavi seemed to sense the calm that came with being in his grandfather's arms. He snuggled closer, letting out a contented coo. My father's face softened, and a gentle smile spread across his lips. "He's going to be spoiled rotten with all this love," he said quietly, looking up at me and Krishna.

"That's the plan," I said with a smile, my eyes full of warmth as I watched Aavi. "He deserves all the love we can give him."

My father nodded in agreement. "This family just got a lot bigger, and a lot better," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Aavi's lucky to have all of you."

As the day went on, the house was filled with the sounds of laughter and joy, as my brothers, cousins, and even my parents took turns playing with Aavi. There was no shortage of attention or affection, and by the time the sun began to set, Aavi was fast asleep in my father's arms, exhausted from all the excitement.

Krishna and I shared a look, knowing that this was the beginning of something truly special. Aavi wasn't just our son; he was now a beloved member of a large, lively, and loving family. And as we watched everyone dote on him, we knew that he was going to grow up surrounded by all the love and support he could ever need.