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The little cooing sound coming from the bassinet, near the bed, changes the direction of my feet and an involuntary smile forms on my lips.
I have already fed and changed Kush, a few hours back, so he is just entertaining himself.
"Good Morning, Pooper." I lightly kiss Kush's fist, which he waves wildly in front of him.
Sometimes I get scared that he will end up punching his face, whenever he gets into his boxing mode.
"Pooper?" Ram asks in a groggy voice, as he leans against the headboard.
Both Ram's and Kush's hair sticking up in all direction from just waking up, but since I am biased, Kush looks way more cute than Ram.
"Yeah, Pooper." I pick up Kush in my arms and walk towards the bed, "Because shitter, won't sound good."
Ram frowns at me but keeps his mouth shut.
Good Boy!
"This guy just knows how to eat, sleep, and poop." I touch Kush's nose, he pouts his lips making my heart melt at his adorable expression, "Also knows how to make his mommy happy." I cradle him against my chest feeling content.
Ram watches us, small smile set on his lips.
"My cute little, Pooper." I hug Kush, wanting him to squeeze him tightly, but refrain from doing it.
Ram kisses my cheek then takes Kush from my arms and puts him on his chest.
"Your mommy is crazy, don't respond to her when she calls you pooper." He kisses Kush's head and glares at me.
"Pooper," I sweetly call my baby boy to which he instantly responds with his cooing, then he proceeds to get animated by Ram's face and tries to grab his face.
Giving Ram a smug look and flipping him a bird, I head towards the kitchen to make breakfast. Leaving father and son alone with their important morning discussion while snuggling.
"Don't you think Vikram is stupid for making Kush his best man?" Ram frowns while reading Vikram message for the tenth time.
Ram had received Vikram message, while we were having a breakfast that he is choosing Kush as one of his best men. And somebody is certainly not happy with this.
"Rythm and Kush are going to be his best men," Ram says while looking slightly upset, because he is not going to be Miles best man at his wedding.
My poor husband.
"Ram." I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his cheek, "Kush is two months old and Rythm is just seven months old, and they won't be of any help."
"Rythm loves you and I don't think he will let anyone else carry him other than you, so technically, you are going to be Vikram best man." I smile thinking about Vikram and Neha 's seven-month-old son, Rythm.
Last month Vikram and Neha adopted a gorgeous little boy, who instantly stole our hearts with his cute dimpled smile. Nobody can say Rythm is not their biological son, because he looks so much like them, with Neha's brownish hair and Vikram blue eyes. In fact, he also has curly hair just like Neha.
It still saddens me when I think about how somebody can leave this beautiful baby boy at the doorsteps of a foster home. We have tried to find Rythm's biological parents, but there was no clue about them. And trust me I am glad that we were unsuccessful because I don't think Vikram or Neha, could have given him up if we had found his biological parents. In fact, in a small period, Rythm has become an apple of our eyes, just like Kush, so nobody would have let him go.
