"Mumma...Mumma.." I woke up as soon as I heard Jaiky calling for me. He is standing next to me.
"What happened baby?"I hugged him and asked.
"Mumma, Can I sleep with you? I'm scared." Jaiky said with teary eyes.
I pulled him to my lap and rocked him to sleep while humming the lullaby I usually sing for them. I was struggling not to break down in front of him.
I can't sleep anymore. My mind started wandering on various thoughts. What will be our future?
Will they be safe with anyone else? Will my family support me? Will Susan and Chirs be watching us? What will be happening at home? How are they all coping up with the news?
My thoughts shifted to the little angels in front of me. Jaiky is Mumma's boy. He always loves to cuddle with Chris, Susan, or me. Whenever I think about the first time I saw them, a kind of unexplainable warmth spreads within my heart. It was love at first sight for all four of us. Though Jaidy is the eldest brother, he is the most childish one among the three. He was the one who cried the most when Susan told them about my wedding. All three didn't leave me for the next two days, thinking I will vanish once they leave my side. After all, jaidy was just 7, and the twins were just 6years. They went to school only after I promised them that I am not be going anywhere, anytime soon. I have always worried about how much I will miss them when I go to India after my wedding.
I was worried and scared about how Susan will react when they first called me 'Mumma'. It was Vidya, my friend, who had told them that is my nickname she has given, as I always act like her Mother and these kids picked it up. I was so happy when Susan took it lightly and even insisted that they should call me Mumma.
Even if anyone is willing to take their responsibility, I don't think I will trust them with my kids' life. But if being in an American family is better for them, then I will do that.
Will Vivek accept them if our families accept these kids? I laughed at that thought as I know that is never going to happen. It would create havoc. My parents might calm down after a while as I'm their only child. But I cannot say the same about Vivek's parents. Will he break up with me? Even if it is an arranged marriage, we love each other. I don't want to break up with him. Oh God, why can't humans just love each other and keep things simple? Why does this affection have to be complicated?
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