Beyond Words

45. Epilogue.

Vishrut POV

She stood still at the entrance, I thought this would be a surprise for her, but watching her expression it felt like a shock. 
"No pressure Adaa, we will go with this only if you are already.", I wrapped my hand around her shoulders, pulling her close. We are standing near our car that was parked beside an orphanage. 

We both have shared the same fear about pregnancy, It's more about parenting than pregnancy. We have thought of adopting someone many times but never took the initiative and today being our first anniversary, I thought of taking a step. 

It's not like we are avoiding pregnancy, but we just not planning it. If someday, it happens then we will embrace the journey but for now, this is what we want. 
"No, I am just too surprised, oh my god, I am so happy", she hugged me throwing her arms around my neck. My hands gripped her waist balancing us, and inhaled the smell of jasmine, that was lingering on her as the flowers dangled in her hair.

She practically ran to the baby that we found a few days ago while returning from work. That was an accident, all the people in the car, the babies, mother, and father were dead at the exact spot. Luckily the baby made it out with no scratch. 

She was so adamant about keeping the baby with us but I stopped her, there would be a lot of procedures for adopting a baby, and that too an accident case. It's better to join him in the orphanage. 

But from them, I have seen her always thinking about him. She would dream of him, and mutter 'baby, baby' in sleep. And now seeing her like this, it's one of the best decisions. She came with the 4-month-old baby boy with a wide grin on her face. She was talking something, to which he was smiling.

"He was never this energetic the whole week, he would barely drink milk, always stayed irritated, never let anyone touch him, and cried whenever someone unknown came to him. A day back a couple came to adopt him but he kept crying, so they went with another baby. But seeing him like this, smiling and happy makes me feel so good.", The warden of the orphanage said watching my cupcake with the little one in her arms.

"Does he have a name?", I asked her, maybe the police might have told he something, but she shook her head in negative. 
"We should adopt him", definitely, cupcake. 
"I told the warden to prepare for the adoption papers.", We proceeded with the process. I turned to her when it was time to write name.
"We will ask him, Baby, should we call you Aditya", to which the baby didn't respond, "then, Ishaan", still no response, "hmm, Laksh?", no response, "Not that too, then how about, Dev?", he smile, spreading his little teeth, showing his non-existing teeth.

We made our way to a kid's mall, to take all the necessities. dresses, cradle, toys, baby food, mat. She is very excited, and so does he, he didn't even cry or make a sad face from the moment she was with him. They both are smiling, giggling, talking, playing. Watching them made me feel contented and happy. 

The whole year season change is different and this half-day change is different. It's so good, with a cool breeze, warm sun gazing at us, plants moving back and fro celebrating our happiness, white clouds. All the noise suddenly turned into nothingness with the voices of my babies.

She kept on talking to me or the baby all the time, smiling. She took the baby for a warm bath, after changing her saree and wearing my t-shirt and shorts. Till then I showered and changed into a grey t-shirt and white short. I followed her not wanting to miss the first bath of our baby. She was never like this, she was happy but never did she behave like a kid herself, and I am loving it. 

She slowly made him sit on her legs as she sat in our bathtub and I was sitting outside of the tub watching them with a never wavering smile on my lips just like her. She let the warm water cascade down his body before pumping a small amount of Cetaphil baby's shampoo and rubbing it over his head.