SHIVANGI'S POV
It was late. The kind of late where even the hospital felt tired.
The lights were dimmed, the corridor outside quiet except for the occasional soft footsteps of nurses. Everyone had left—reluctantly. Adi kept insisting on staying. Shanaya almost cried. Mihir argued logic. Jenny threatened emotional blackmail.
Rocky shut all of it down with one sentence.
“You all need rest,” he’d said. “I’m here.”
Funny thing was—this man hadn’t rested for even a minute since my delivery.
Not a minute.
Right now, he was sitting on the edge of my bed, elbows on his knees, eyes locked on the tiny bundle sleeping peacefully beside me.
Our baby.
His expression was so focused, so serious, like the baby might suddenly get up and run away if he blinked.
And I was looking at him.
“Rocky,” I said softly.
“Hmm?” he replied, without looking away from the baby.
“Eat something.”
“No.”
I sighed. “Rocky—”
“They said you can’t eat for twenty-four hours,” he said, finally glancing at me. “So neither will I.”
“That’s not how biology works,” I frowned. “You didn’t deliver a baby.”
“But I suffered emotionally,” he said solemnly. “Equal damage.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re dramatic.”
He leaned closer, voice dropping. “If you want I can eat you. Can’t say the same about hospital food.”
I gagged immediately. “For God’s sake, Rocky, I will puke on you if you say things like that just after I deliver a baby.”
He grinned, completely unbothered. “Aww. My baby. No worries. Puke, spit, vomit—do whatever you want on me.”
I stared at him. Just… stared.
He laughed lightly and leaned in, kissed my forehead.
“Shift,” he said suddenly.
“What?”
“Shift, baby doll.”
I frowned but adjusted slightly on the bed.
Before I could ask why, he removed his shoes, climbed onto the bed like he owned the place, and very carefully—too carefully—pulled me onto his chest, one arm firm around my back, the other hovering protectively.
“Rocky!” I whispered. “We can’t sleep like this.”
“Why?” he asked innocently.
“We are in a hospital.”
“So?” he said, settling back against the pillow. “I’ve seen worse places.”
“Nurses will come in!”
“Let them,” he replied calmly. “They already know I don’t listen.”
“Rocky,” I warned, poking his chest weakly, “this is a hospital. There are rules.”
He nodded seriously. “Yes. Rule one: don’t disturb the woman who just pushed a human out of her body.”
“I’m the woman,” I reminded him.
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