Finding the Lost Souls (Watty 2018)

DEPARTURE?✔

The intimate sleep of the couple soon got disturbed listening the whimpering sound coming from baby monitor installed in nursery. Ishita sat back with a jerk and shake her husband sleeping body who was sleeping like a log. Ishita groaned with anger and pinched him hard making the man yelp with pain.

"Are you mad or what?" Raman hissed with anger caressing his arm where his wife just pinched him.

"You wasn't waking up. Go and see Iaan Ishayu. Look like they're awake now." Ishita spoke eyeing at monitor where her babies were whimpering slowly, like they're trying to search their mother or father.

"Why can't you go then?" Raman whined still sleepy, "kitni acchi neend aa rahi thi mujhe."

"Raman pagal mat bano. Kaisi ho rahi hoon main dekho." (Just look at my state first. How would I attend them in such state.) He lazily rested his head on his elbows admiring his art on her body, making his little friend stir between his thighs. He smacked himself mentally for having perverted thoughts again and scooped her in his arms after wrapping sheet around his torso. "You take bath meanwhile I will attend our little devil's." He winked at her and ran towards twins room otherside Ishita entered inside shower cubicle to take a quick shower.

Raman flashed a dimpled smile to his babies who were blinking their eyes finally finding someone to attend them. Raman lifted the babies in his arms cheerfully but next second his smile changed into frown seeing his sons making stern face who started to cry their lungs out. "Oh God! I'm sorry for coming late. Don't cry Iaan and Ishayu." Raman tried to calm his both the sons but the attempt seemed unfruitful as the brothers started to cry aloud in unison enough to hamper their father eardrums. Raman looked here and there just to spot Ishita and wondered how made her take so much time. He was about to call her aloud when he spotted her entering inside nursery limping. Ishita sat on nursing chair and took Iaan Ishayu in her arms who wailed more loudly like they were asking to their mother in anger what exactly made her take so long to attend them.

"I'm sorry baccha. I'm so sorry for being so late. Mat ro mera baccha." Ishita tried to pacify her angry sons in babyish voice, occasionally patted their chest, her younger son Iaan stopped whimpering after gaining attention from his parents but her Ishayu didn't. She pleaded Raman to pick Iaan and she decided to keep her little Ishayu with her until he settles down.

"Come here my jaan." Raman coaxed his son lifting him in his arms and signalled Ishita to nurse Ishayu. She unfastened the buttons of her husband shirt she wore hurriedly and took Ishayu in her arms first who was crying inconsolable, Iaan was better in his father's arm but Ishayu wasn't. She covered her chest with warm stole as the baby started to latch milk and Raman started to walk around the room so that he can keep Iaan distracted. "Raman can you prepare formula milk for Iaan? Just little. I will feed him once Ishayu is done." Raman nodded his head and took out the sterilised bottle from little refrigerator installed in nursery and started to prepare Nan-Pro formulae milk for Iaan keeping him in his arms. By the time Raman started feeding Iaan, Ishayu had filled his tummy and started to squeal happily like he got his Mumma back gaining Iaan attention who was happily rested in his father's arms and filling his tummy with the formula milk. Ishita sadly smiled looking at Iaan who was drinking milk calmly and wondered how much patient her little Iaan is.

"Raman give him to me and burp Ishayu." Raman obediently took Ishayu in his arms and started to make him burp where Iaan squealed happily as his mother kissed his forehead and she attached his lips from either breast. The couple passed each other tired smile doing their parental duties exhausted with their revenzdaour. Once the babies were done drinking milk Ishita asked them to lay down on alcove bed and she sat next to them too tired and exhausted.