LOVE AGAIN | 18+ || ✔

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A A R N A

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I Was sleeping softly. Dreaming about my baby playing with me. Soft giggles, huge dimples, curly blonde hair and white-toned skin of my cute baby. We were playing with the flushed toys and teddies. When out of nowhere someone snatched my baby from me. "No- no. Please don't take my baby. Please don't."

"Aarna. Aarna." Some hard touch taps on my cheeks, and I try to open my eyes, but the haziness and soreness have consumed all of my energy and strength.
"Aarna. That's a nightmare, Sweetheart. Wake up." The voice becomes clear and obscure. It's him. My husband.

He shakes my shoulder possibly pulling me out of the deep sleep.
My chest rose, and my eyes fluttered open. Settling around the surroundings, I find him staring at me with concern etched in his eyes. His brows were confused. He is hovering over me completely.

"It was a dream."
I whisper.
He kisses my forehead and then pecks my nose.
"Good morning sweetheart, and Whatever it was. You were literally giggling and laughing, and then suddenly you started panicking. And your baby. Where did it come from?"
He asks me intently.

"No- Nothing. Just a dream told you."
He sighs deeply.
"Alright. Take care. I'll bring us some breakfast."

He helps me sit up on the bed. I just realised the nakedness of my body inside the warm grey duvet, whilst he was dressed in black shorts and a white tee. It looked so masculine and hot over him. Saving my remaining dignity in front of his exposed gaze, I held the duvet against my chest in a tight fist.
"How's your pain? Are you still sore from last night?"

"Last night? Or rather, you should say three hours ago in the morning?" I taunt him but he rather chuckles.

"Sweetheart. It's evening seven. You've been sleeping for the past twelve hours or so."

"What?" I shriek louder. Running my hand on the bedsheets I couldn't find my phone. Still laughing and making fun of me he hands me my phone.

Twisting my lips at him I snatch my phone away from him. "You still didn't answer. How's your soreness?" It's then I realise. There's no soreness, just a bit of crankiness but that'd go away.

I look up at him, surprisingly, "No. I'm not sore. Rather-" I sniff myself over my shoulders and hand. I smell like strawberries. How did that happen?

"Why do I smell fresh and sweet?"
He shrugs his shoulders.

"And why I'm not sore even if my body was nearly limp from last night, I was dead tired."

He walks and starts to go out of the room. "Avyan." I screech his name. He turns and raises a brow at me.

"You're ignoring me?"

He shakes his head while tucking his hands in his shorts pocket. "Nope. Just getting something for your hungry stomach to eat. That's it, sweetheart. I'm coming back and will answer everything okay."

I push some hair strands from my face and nod at him. He smiles softly closing the door behind.

After he's out of the room, I quickly get up from the bed running into the closet attached to the bathroom. Taking a quick shower and brushing my teeth, I wear my black, silk backless, strap nightdress that reaches to my thighs. I avoid wearing any undergarments as it's already night and I wouldn't want to change again and again.

Applying night cream over my face, I rub a lip gloss on my lips and fix my hair into an untidy bun.

I sigh louder.