Muhafiz-E-Khan (Tere Bin MeeraSim FF)

Epilouge: 46 - 10 weeks

A/N: Here are some snippets from Meerab's pregnancy and Murtasim's support for her, the first chapter out of an undecided total.

Might be a tiny bit inaccurate, but I haven't seen an orange tree in years and I don't like googling baby-related stuff because it makes me feel queasy.

The chapter is speed written, word vomit and not proofread. Enjoy anways :)

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Meerab Murtasim Khan was an LLB graduate, wife to tech tycoon Murtasim Shahnawaz Khan, Khaani and CEO of Meerab Academy, all for three whole days.

Then, a new title came along and effortlessly took the importance of all those titles; now her day was consumed with the burden of being a pregnant woman. For some women, pregnancy was a precious experience that cemented the love of the marriage and deepened a couple's bond into something mature as they learned and began to each other's new role as the dynamic changed into parental figures, precariously spending each moment in preparation for the new guest to their family.

In contrast to those wholesome experiences, Meerab was once again plagued with morning sickness. It was debilitating and wrecked her appetite, even her sleep schedule; the shadow like-bags under her eyes attested to it.

But there was a huge difference to her first pregnancy, Meerab didn't hide her struggles anymore. In fact, Daadi shadowed her diligently, cooking up yakhni for sustenance when nauseous, along with dipping into her repertoire of desi totkey in an effort to lessen the severity of her morning sickness.

Her symptoms coupled with the strangest cravings at the worst of timings that left everyone on edge....

It was midnight, Murtasim snoring beside her in their huge marital bed. Meerab counted exposed bricks and then followed the outlines of the 3 arched windows of his room, but it did nothing to lessen the gaping hunger in her tummy. Meerab nuzzled closer to her hubby. He was gorgeously shirtless and splayed out after love making (that appetite was yet to wane), deep in slumber when Meerab nudged him.

''Pssst,'' was whispered past his ear. 

Murtasim groaned with his eyes closed and turned to his side. ''Kya hai?''

Meerab bore her weight into him, her latte-coloured button down pyjamas crumpling between them. ''Do we have spicy noodles downstairs?''

Murtasim snored again, eyes rolling back to black.

The lack of reply had Meerab's hand secured to his shoulder and peered over, open curls tickling his ear. ''Utho naaa.''

''Kyun? Kya karwana hai?'' Murtasim mumbled sleepily. When she pulled the comforter away, he was attacked by cool air.

The vomiting made her perpetually hungry. ''Spicy noodles chahiye.''

''Mujhe neend chahiye,'' he croaked.

''Murtasim?'' Meerab hissed angrily. Her tummy churned.

The weight loss meant Murtasim was unable to deny any food requests. With a guttural groan, Murtasim threw the remaining comforter off him and sat in the dark, hair wayward and disoriented. ''Shirt?''

Meerab threw a navy hoodie into his hands. Murtasim slipped the fleece over his shoulders, the fabric overlaying against checkered pyjama pants.

''It needs to be super spicy,'' Meerab informed, echoing his steps down their looping staircase.

They past the mural in the heart of the home and then headed straight into the kitchen. ''So it wrecks your digestion?'' Murtasim flicked the light switch on.