Beyond Words

Bonus

🎶jaadui

Adaa POV

Silence. Sometimes it's considered peace like a nature cool breeze, warm sun rays, melody of birds, sometimes a threat like a bomb that's waiting to explode. It all depends on the situation.

Now I am in the second type of silence, waiting for the bomb named Vishrut, my husband to blow up. I don't know what should I consider his silence and expression. Surprise or shock. 
"Vishu", I gently nudge his shoulder praying god to at least make him speak. I guess god heard it, he blinked his eyes. and in no time his eyes turned glossy, and a question lingered in them.
"Yes, we are pregnant", I answered the unasked.

I was pulled into a tight bear hug, and that made my body twist a little, due to no place in the tub so that I could simply turn. After what feels like an eternity he pulled back, and his lips landed on my forehead for a brief moment before looking into my eyes.

"You are happy?", hesitation was clearly visible in his voice, I know he wants his, so do I, and he is scared, so do I. I really want to go through this. But if you ask me about being happy I don't know, I am not on either side. 
"I don't know, but I really want to do this, but with you by my side, only if you are going to be my side.", I was trying to watch through him, but I really couldn't make it out. They are were transparent, deep, yet hard to figure out what's actually going on behind them.

"I will Cupcake, no matter what happens I am always with you, we are going through this together.", his warmth is all that I need, and he is best at making me safe, secure, and happy. 
"But, we should also take care of Dev, in the same way. We are not going to neglect one another.", I lay peacefully in his arms,  as his hands worked on my body, cleaning.

"yes", that one word was enough because his voice contained enough assurance.

That was our anniversary, another best one. 

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I know it's going to be hard, and It is lot more than I imagined, but do I regret keeping the baby? No. Because I know it will all be worth it, after all, I have my Vishu right next to me. And I know he will be no matter what. I am in my 4th month, but still the vomiting continues. Normally it would end by the first semester, but again everyone has their own body and their own reactions.

"Have this", Vishu brought a glass of warm water, telling me that it would help with digestion, and clear my throat from all the roughness. I have it after rinsing my mouth for the 3rd time in the half day.

No matter what I eat I throw up, fruits, juices, rice, and tiffins don't matter. It's like the baby in there is trying to show that she is there and this house should follow her every wish just as my body follows.

Dev stood at the corner of the washroom, timidly gazing at me, he used to cry watching me throw up when I was in my early pregnancy. He was pretty shaken up that it took a whole day to convince him that nothing happened to me, it was just that his sister didn't like the food. 

I opened my arms hugging him, to my chest. 
"Baby, are you scared?", I caress his head. I made him rest on my hip bone, with his leg on each side and head on my chest. He slowly nodded positively.
"Nothing to worry beta, You know", I made him sit on the vanity and put his hand on my swollen belly lifting my t-shirt. 
"There is your sister inside. As I said to you earlier, your sister is a very naughty baby. But she is small, and we are big. You are her big brother. So we should understand her and not scold her. Ok", He doesn't like it when I am hurt in any way, he doesn't ever Vishu let his voice raise at me. My baby, My Dev.