Cricket One Shots- BL

One and Done? No Way ft Yashasvi Jaiswal

Note: Sort of a sequel to She Is Our Child - this would make more sense if you have read that one.

"Yashasvi, can we try for another child?", the hands drawing imaginary art on Sanju's chest suddenly stilled."Yashu, I asked you something. Haan ya na, jo bhi hai bolo", Sanju pushed for an answer. "No", said Yashasvi. He proceeded to sit up and look at Sanju. "I know where this question is coming from, Sanju. That's the reason I am saying no", he added.

"It's not just because of what happened in Mumbai. It's just... Tomorrow if something goes wrong between the two of us, she would end up being just yours- I would be an outsider", Sanju replied. "What will go wrong between us, jaana? How do I get you to believe that I am not going anywhere and Saanvi for sure isn't staying away from you", Yash tried to console his husband. Seeing the self doubt on Sanju's face, he offered a solution,"See, Saanvi has started warming up to you now. She will be back to being her dada's girl soon enough. If, in a year, you still feel that you want a child born from you, then I myself will start the formalities for surrogacy procedure".

The discussion, although put to rest for the time being, was always on Yashasvi's mind. It's not that he wouldn't like to have more kids. With a supportive husband like the one he had, raising kids was never an issue. But he didn't want to bring a child into this world as a back up to their first child. The second one needed to be loved and cherished like Saanvi. For that he needed to make sure Sanju actually wanted a second baby and not a cure for his emotional hurt caused by their "shadi wala fiasco", as they started calling it.

Yashasvi had taken a long break to fix the broken ties between his husband and daughter. After six months, he was more or less successful in mending the ties, but the dada-daughter duo were not the chaddi buddies that they used to be. He needed to join back with the team, now that a few big tours were approaching. He was almost 34, but the top of the order experiments hadn't been fruitful yet. So Yashasvi was still the top bet for the opening slot. He was scheduled to leave in a few days, but for the first time in around four years of being a father, he was worried about leaving Saanvi. He trusted Sanju to take care of their baby and he knew Sanju would rather die before letting anything happen to Saanvi. But neither Sanju nor Saanvi were emotionally okay to support each other now- they needed the glue called Yash to keep them together.

"Will you be ok?", Yash asked his husband the night before his flight. "I will be fine Yashu. I know it's going to be a struggle with Saanvi, but we will manage. Tu bindaas khelna, forget about all these", said Sanju, before explaining to him where exactly he had packed his stuff. Almost 34, but except for his cricket kit, everything else needed to be packed for him by his husband. Yashasvi then proceeded to hug his daughter with a goodnight kiss,"Please behave for me, baccha. Don't trouble dada- he loves you so much, Saanvi", he told his sleeping child. Saanvi hummed in her sleep as though she understood all of it.

Sanju and Saanvi both accompanied him to the airport to see him off. As usual she clinged to Yash till the last moment. They had their usual airport ritual- a small caress on the cheek with the thumb and a featherlight kiss on the lip, while Saanvi was told to keep her eyes closed. Today's goodbye was a bit more emotional, so he got a lingering kiss on his forehead from Sanju. It was amazing how the onlookers didn't even give them a second glance - the staff there was used to it and the fellow passengers were too polite to stare. The one time they were clicked by paparazzi, the photographer was told by "well wishers" to click their bolly-celebrities that they were hired for and leave, and not bother the boys. That pic hadn't seen daylight.

Sanju tightened the belt on Saanvi's car seat before settling into the driver's seat and asked her, "Where to baby?". "I am sad dada. Let's go eat ice cream", said the child. "Kya training diya tere papa ne emotional drama mein. It's 8 in the morning Saanvi. Ice cream shops aren't open now. Let's have breakfast somewhere nice and go back home", said Sanju. "Can we go to Jerry Uncle's place?", she asked. "Of course, baby", replied Sanju, his heart jumping in delight as Saanvi had asked to go to a restaurant that was their favourite to hang out, before the whole shadi fiasco happened. The place was totally rustic, a local delight- Saanvi always used to get an extra egg roast ordered for her by someone in the crowd. The people loved her Hingliyalam.