Day we met

Chapter 39- Our princess

In the quiet moments of the next morning, Ric's departure was momentarily paused by a heartfelt gesture towards our unborn child. He leaned down, placing a tender kiss on my growing belly, his words carrying a mixture of affection and playful anticipation.

"Don't bother mommy all day. Be a good kid until dad returns, then we'll bother her together, okay my child?" His voice, usually firm and assured, softened into a tender whisper directed at our unborn baby. Almost as if in response to his voice, our baby kicked suddenly, surprising us both

"Ric..." I called out, excitement and delight filling my voice. He turned to me with a mix of concern and curiosity, ready to respond to any need.

"Baby kicked me," I announced joyfully, my grin widening. It was a small but significant moment, the first tangible interaction between Ric and our unborn child.

"What?" Ric's eyes widened with surprise and joy. I nodded eagerly, my hand resting on the spot where our baby had made its presence known.

In an instant, Ric's worried expression melted away into one of sheer happiness and wonder. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized the reality of becoming a father was growing more tangible with each passing moment. He gently placed his hand on my belly where I guided him, feeling the soft, fluttering movements of our baby beneath his palm. His face lit up with a smile that reflected the deep love and anticipation he felt for our growing family.

From that day onward, Ric embraced his role as a father-to-be with unwavering dedication. He became attuned to every subtle change in my body and mood, navigating the ups and downs of my pregnancy with remarkable patience and understanding. His gentle reassurances and loving gestures became my anchor through the physical and emotional challenges of carrying our child.

As my pregnancy progressed and my mood swings intensified, Ric remained steadfast. He handled my unpredictable emotions with grace, always ready with a comforting word or a supportive embrace. His presence was a constant source of strength, reassuring me that we were on this journey together, no matter what obstacles we faced.

In return, I marveled at Ric's transformation into a loving and nurturing partner. His kindness, generosity, and genuine excitement about our future as parents filled me with gratitude and deep affection. I knew, without a doubt, that our baby was blessed to have such a caring father, and I felt incredibly fortunate to have Ric by my side as we eagerly awaited the arrival of our little one.

After 3 months...

It was a day of intense emotions and palpable anticipation as Saakshi endured the trials of labor in the hospital room. From the early hours of the morning, I stood outside the labor ward, my heart pounding with worry and hope. Saakshi's cries of pain resonated down the hallway, each one sending a wave of anxiety through me, as I waited for any news from the doctors.

After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened, and the doctor emerged with a smile that lit up his tired face. He pulled down his mask, revealing the joyous news that Saakshi had successfully given birth to a baby girl. Relief flooded over me, and tears of happiness brimmed in my eyes as I eagerly followed him into the room.

Inside, Saakshi lay on the hospital bed, exhausted but radiant, our newborn daughter cradled gently in her arms. The sight of them together overwhelmed me with a profound sense of gratitude and love. I leaned in to kiss both Saakshi and our daughter on their foreheads, whispering words of love and reassurance to them.

Taking our precious daughter into my trembling hands, I marveled at her tiny features and peaceful expression. She was a perfect blend of innocence and fragility, her presence filling the room with a profound sense of joy and wonder. Holding her close, I felt an overwhelming rush of paternal love, a feeling I could scarcely put into words.