Enchanted melody of our hearts

✨MIDNIGHT MIRACLE-CHAPTER-53

HAPPY DEEPAVALI!

Adrian pov:

9 months skip.

Standing at the top of my office building, I could see the whole of Madrid spread out like my personal playground. I loved the view—the power that came with it. But today, my mind kept wandering to someone infinitely more captivating than the skyline. Meera.

After that damn Parthasarathy incident, things hadn't been easy for her. She'd had nightmare after nightmare, waking up in a panic. Every night, there I was, whispering to her, holding her close, coaxing her back to sleep. She'd fight it, gripping my shirt with this desperate look in her eyes, as if she thought I'd vanish if she let go. "I'm right here, mi amor," I'd murmur, I can do anything for her. My only worry about that Parthasarathy guy? I can't stand the thought that I couldn't beat him with my own hands. But honestly, he's such a coward that I don't want to lower myself by even throwing a punch at him.¿Qué demostraría eso? Ese tipo es una pérdida de tiempo, y yo soy superior. (What would that prove? The guy's a waste of space, and I'm better than that).

Still, I'm glad that nightmare is behind us. As for Javier and Vishal, well, we left them in some unknown forest. Who knows what might happen to them out there? Maybe they'll end up as a feast for some eagle or vulture. Que les jodan(let them suffer); they deserve it.

Si alguien quiere pelear conmigo, que se prepare para una pelea justa. No voy a perder mi tiempo con alguien que no esté a mi nivel. (If someone wants to fight me, they better be ready for a fair fight. I won't waste my time on someone who's not my equal).

Our  friends helped a major part, kept her laughing, kept her mind away from that insanity, and bit by bit, she healed. But watching her struggle, I won't lie—it scared me. I was prepared to fight the world for her, but the only thing I could do was be there, every single night, telling her that she was safe.

After her first trimester, we made the move to Spain. Her parents? Not thrilled. They wanted her at home, especially with everything that happened. And honestly, I thought they had a point. Spain's been busy; I'm pulled in every direction, and I know I'm not there as much as I want to be. I even offered to split my time between here and back home. I thought I was being reasonable, playing the concerned husband's card.

But Meera? She just looked at me with that fire in her eyes, arms crossed, and said, "our home is in Spain, Adrian." That's all it took. Not a flicker of doubt. She's like a wall when she's made up her mind—mi fresa testaruda, (my stubborn strawberry). And she knew just how to shut me up.

Every time we go in for a check-up, my heart pounds like I'm about to give a speech to a stadium crowd. I'm not nervous, exactly—it's more like this insane mix of excitement and protectiveness that's hard to explain. Watching our baby grow, seeing that little heartbeat on the scan—it hits me right in the chest every single time. It's like I'm seeing the future flash in front of me, and it's perfect.

Meera laughs at me because I'm practically glued to the doctor's every word. She'll say, "Adrian, you're fussing more than the nurses." And maybe she's right. I ask a lot of questions. But hey, when it comes to my wife and our baby, I'm not about to leave any stone unturned. If they need anything, I'm already ten steps ahead, ready to make it happen.

Since she's started working from home, because that's my Meera—unstoppable. I joke that she's going to put the baby to work before it's even born, considering how dedicated she is. She'll roll her eyes, give me that look, and tell me to let her work. But I can't help it; I'm always checking in, bringing her water, snacks, anything she might need.

This pregnancy journey? Wild. And I mean wild. Meera's got cravings that hit at the weirdest times, and mood swings that keep me on my toes. One second, she's yelling at me for breathing too loudly (who knew that was a crime?), and the next, she's all apologies, practically drowning me in kisses. These pregnancy hormones have her going from "You are worst, Adrian" to "You are the best, Adrian" faster than I can blink. And you know what? Every second is worth it.