MOMMA BY CHOICE

Chapter 34

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The room was bathed in the serene, light of the moon, casting a serene glow across the space. The gentle hum of the outside world seemed to fade away as Meera settled into her favorite spot by the window, a cozy nook that had become their sanctuary. The air was still and peaceful, filled with the soft, comforting silence that only moments of deep intimacy could create.

Meera adjusted her position on the plush armchair, the fabric soft beneath her. Her heart swelled with a mixture of love and contentment as she cradled baby Veer in her arms. He was nestled against her chest, his tiny fingers curled around her blouse's neck as usual. She guided him gently to her breast, the act of breastfeeding an intimate ritual that had become a cherished part of their daily routine.

Veer latched on quickly with a soft sigh, his delicate features relaxing into a peaceful expression as he fed. Meera's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, allowing herself to fully immerse in the tranquility of the moment. The rhythmic sound of Veer's soft breathing was soothing, a reminder of the beautiful life they had created together.

As she sat there, Meera's thoughts wandered back to the journey that had brought them to this point— those long nights filled with anticipation, the nervous excitement of becoming veer's mom, and the countless moments of joy and wonder they had experienced since marriage. Each day had been a new adventure, and she cherished every second of it, even the sleepless nights and the endless feedings.

The door to the room creaked softly as it opened, and Vihan stepped inside. He had just returned from a long day at work, his suit slightly rumpled and his tie loosened. The day's stresses seemed to melt away as he entered the warm, comforting space. He paused just inside the doorway, taking in the sight before him.

The room was a picture of domestic bliss, the soft light casting gentle shadows that danced across the walls.

Vihan's gaze fell on Meera, and he found himself momentarily captivated by the scene. There was something incredibly tender and beautiful about the way she was holding their son, the way her face radiated pure love and devotion.

Meera's expression was serene, her eyes closed in a state of peaceful contentment. Her dark hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, and the soft light highlighted the gentle curve of her cheeks. She looked radiant, her beauty magnified by the intimacy of the moment. Vihan felt a surge of admiration and tenderness as he watched her, his heart swelling with pride and love.

He took a few cautious steps closer, not wanting to interrupt the quiet harmony of the scene.

As he approached, he noticed the small details that made the moment so special—the way Meera's fingers stroked Veer's tiny head, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in sync with her son, and the soft hum of a lullaby that she often sang to him.

Vihan found himself drawn to the window, where the light seemed to dance around him. He stood there, his eyes locked on Meera, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for the life they had built together. It was moments like these that made everything worthwhile—the long hours at work, the challenges they had faced, and the sacrifices they had made.

Seeing Meera in her element, so utterly devoted and loving, made Vihan worship her even more.

Meera, sensing Vihan's presence, slowly opened her eyes and met his gaze. A soft smile played on her lips, and there was a spark of warmth in her eyes that spoke volumes. He slowly bends down to meet her lips for a peck. She could see the admiration and love in his expression, and it made her heart swell with happiness. In that moment, the world outside disappear; it was just the three of them, bound together by love and the quiet joy of their family.