Started Typing On - 06/04/2019 (8.44 PM)

Chapter 102- 'One Month'

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Jaanvi's Pov: Eight Months Pregnant- August 2019 (Yes, we time travelled lol)

As stupid as it sounds, I've made it very clear to Kiaan, my cravings and myself that I won't be eating any meat or dreaming out it. Nope, I can't. I can't eat it. How could I? It's an animal, not alive but just seeing the skin in front of me make me shiver. I make Kiaan brush his teeth twice before coming near me if he ate any meat so eating it myself is impossible.

"You're craving for it. I can tell, you can try some." Kiaan offered, bringing his hand closer with the little piece between his fingers. I whipped my face away from him and ran to the bathroom in the hallway. Yeah, at one point I wanted to eat it but I can't. I promised myself to never hurt an animal.

"You ok? Jaan?" Kiaan holds my hair up gently and runs his hand up and down behind my back so I feel better. I let out a mouthful of vomit with little, very little chunks of roti coming out which I ate only five minutes ago in silence. "Feel any more coming?" I shake my head negatively and wipe my mouth with my weak and trembling hand.

"Just hold the sink and I'll be back." I do as he says and breathing in and out in exhaustion. I could feel my stomach grumble in hunger, before the food touched my stomach I bet it rushed upwards. My baby was hungry. I felt my legs go wobbly so I tightened my hold on the marble sink and kept my head closer to the sink so I'll easily puke if needed again. My hands feels like they'd break in any second if I move them around. I was so tired of everything.

"I'm back." He whispers in an urgent and panicky voice. "Hold up." He murmurs tying my hair back in a little pony tail from what I felt. I looked at my reflection on the mirror to see Kiaan having his tongue out and touching his upper lip. Something he did when he was worried and unsure. He holds my shoulders gently but firmly bringing me back a little.

Turning the tap with warm water running-just how I liked-he wiped away any remaining vomit on my face or few strands of hair. Washing his dirty vomit hand he wiped it on the towel and then wiped my face with his one hand snaked around my waist. "I wanna go to bed." I cry out in weariness and nuzzle onto his neck.

"I'll get you there." He whispers throwing the towel onto the basket few inches away from us. His aim didn't work and he cursed making me hiss. "Getting there, calm down angry cat." He calls me that now. I'm always moody, I don't blame him. Picking my heavy body up, he walks into the bedroom carefully and lays me down on my back. "Need water?"

I look to my bedside table and notice my bottle already filled up from an hour ago by me. "No." I whisper.

"I'll be back, ok?" He always makes sure to inform me about his whereabouts so I don't start panicking which I always do, unfortunately. He tugs me into bed, covering my cold body from the warm duvet and walks out the bedroom. I close my eyes off trying to sleep but can't. You better be worth it. I think wincing from tiredness.

Kiaan walked in after a couple of minutes with a plate filled with vegetable curry and roti's. But I don't want to eat. I was starting to get up and sit in a sitting position with the help of the wall but Kiaan quickly placed the plate on the bed and helped me sit straight. "Everything ok?" He glances up and down, from my eight month old stomach to my sick face.

"Yeah." My voice was so raspy and dry and I could taste the vomit in my mouth. I licked my super dry lips and reached out for the bottle. Gulping down some water I felt alive. For a while. "I want this over Kiaan." I moan like a spoiled kid.

"I know." He gives me a sympathetic smile and kisses my hair before moving back. Sitting beside me but facing in my direction he holds my cold hands. "Only one month Jaan. I promise. One month."

"Thirty or thirty-one days, Kiaan." I groan and he chuckled a little.

"Punishment for ruining his father's thirty-one days which could have been blissful." He grins in humour touching my stomach and I just shut my eyes feeling sleepy. "Sleep, Jaan?" I nodded. Kiaan helps my weak self to lay down and he covers me up and starts to eat his untouched food.

"Not eating chicken?" I enquired. He loved chicken, he was eating it after a month and now he's not. Why?

I looked at him to see him chewing the curry. "I've brushed my teeth before coming back in if you're worried about that." Oh, yes, because he kissed my head. "Felt like eating curry."

"Kiaan." I try to blink away the tiredness trying to claim my body.

"You might get all nauseous to the smell so I'll eat this." I open my mouth to tell him I'm ok but he raises his palm to stop me. "I'm fine, chill. I'll eat it tomorrow if I feel like it.

"Kiaan you don't hav--"

"Shh." His index finger touches his parted lips and I automatically part mine. "Sleep, I'm here." He kisses my cheek and forehead. I slow my eyes feeling his left hand gently tapping my stomach like a mother does to her child so he'd fall asleep. I close my eyes slowly and the light fades away.

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I flick the bedside lamp on and groan lightly when the light shines in my sleepy eyes. I look over my shoulder to see Kiaan sleep on his stomach. I miss sleeping like that. I can't even put my leg on his like I use to because of my stomach. Torture. I hold onto the little blue bottle of mine and gulp down little by little to kill away the hunger but it doesn't go. Instead my stomach grumbles. "Don't wake your dad up." I whisper to my baby.

Carefully lifting the duvet away from my body only and not from Kiaan's I put my sleepy numb foot on the floor and reach out for my slippers. Wearing them I push my hands onto the mattress to get up without dipping the bed too much for my husband to wake up. Successfully I stand up and grip on arm on my stomach and the other on my head to massage the headache away.

I walked down the bright hallway after turning the light on and walked into the kitchen to find something to eat. I fetched around the fridge until my eyes fell on the dark chocolate ice cream. Licking my tasteless lips I took out the two litre ice cream tub and scoop my spoon inside it. Breaking some chocolate biscuits on top of it I filled up my mouth and moaned at the taste.

Second love after cake.

I ate one spoon, then the next then another one and then another one. Sinking down on the couch I turned on the TV to watch Harry Potter. My eyes were so busy focusing on the screen that I hadn't noticed Kiaan standing few inches away from me glaring at me with his hands folded across his naked chest. I was just move my head around when my heart sank realising someone was there.

"MUMMYYYY! Voldemort!!! Voldemort!!" I scream dropping the cold ice cream on the table and my spoon drops on the new white rug that Kiaan had brought. "Abhi kyu agay!" (Why did he come now!) I scream and my panic mode turns on without realising it's my husband. I walk around the living room trying to run in the darkness without tripping somewhere. "If Voldemort exists then so does Harry! Yes, yes, he'll c-come and save me." I try to compose myself but lose it seeing the figure walking closer to me with it's hand reaching out for me.

"Why did you come in the wrong time?! Couldn't you come like eight months later without giving me hope of seeing my chil--" I was historical crying now, my sobs echoing around the dark room but stopped once the lights turned on brightening the room and Kiaan stood in front of me with a pissed of expression. "Kia--"

"Jaanvi shut up!" He yells. "It' me for god sake! Voldemort isn't real ok? And I've got a normal sized nose, thank you very much." He snarls, making an annoyed face at me and looks offended at the remark of taking him as Voldemort. "Why are you here? And turn this off." He walks over to the TV and turns it off glaring at me. "Can we sleep, your highness?" Sarcastic bastard.

"Can I take my ice cream?" I glance at the ice cream box and then at Kiaan who does the same. He walks over and looks at the tub and frowns with straight lines on his forehead with an unpleasing look plastering on his angry face.

"There's only five spoons left to eat. You ate it all." I start to cry from all his yelling. Sniffing away the tears I walk past him into the room. He's so rude. Always loud and yelling at me. "Jaan." He thinks calling me 'life' would work, I just lay down on the bed with my back facing him once he followed my action. "I was worried, ok? And you shouldn't be eating so much ice cream in winter. You'll catch a cold." He puts his arm on my shoulder but I jerk it away.

"You're mean. So mean." I whisper. "You can sleep on your stomach I can't." I sniff my tears and turn to face him who laid down with sad yet a faint of happy smile lingering on his lips. "Yeah, yeah, go on. Laugh at me. But I'll make your life hell if you don't treat me well." I narrow my eyes at him and he acts all scared moving back from me and balling up like a mouse under the duvet.

"Sorry ma'am, won't happen again. If it happens you can burn my cheque in front of my eyes." I giggle at his drama. Kiaan shuffled closer to me and wraps his arms around me. "I was worried, I'm not mean I'm just stressed about you. It's hard to leave you at home by yourself."

"I won't do anything stupid, you know." I caress his cheeks and smiles.

"I know." He leans into the touch. "But I don't trust my faith. I'm just-I don't know. Anxious I suppose. I mean you're not meeting Jacinda also." He spoke with a sigh followed by.

Yeah, I wasn't seeing Jacinda because travelling is getting harder for me now. It's too much. Walking to the bus-stop then reaching to King Street and walking all the way to Oxford Street and then back repeating the same stunts was getting too much. I can't handle the sun also. Kiaan tried to drive me but Jacinda's always packed during one when Kiaan has break and earlier than that he can't do. By his off her clinic is closed so I thought of letting it slide.

"I could get Nidhi to dr--"

"Kiaan, that's using someone." I sigh. It was. We didn't go over to her house when she invited us a month ago because I was super sick and vomiting all the time. And communicating in this health wasn't something I recommended my own self. I didn't want to ruin her and Aarav's evening with my vomits or moody behaviour.

"It's not. She's my friend, Ariel. She'll understand." He backed up fast and ran his fingers through my hair. "Please."

"Kiaan, I'm fine. I don't need Jacinda as bad as before. I'll meet her once I've given birth, right now it's too much. I've got a lot in my plate. And no, it is using Nidhi because I haven't had a decent conversation with her for least five minutes. It's always 'hi, how are you? Great. Thanks and bye' that's not the ideal talk ever! I don't want her to take this the wrong way. We've waited for months, just one more left." I was right and we both knew I, so he shut his mouth and nodded in agreement slowly.

"I want to eat something sweet." Kiaan murmurs after staring at me for over ten minutes without breaking the eye contact. I gave him a puzzled look but before he could even reach out and notice it he kissed me gently and softly pouring his emotions all out on the table. His emotions were telling me he needs more of a connection, I mean, that's what I thought. I cupped his face into my hands and his stubble tickling my cheeks and chin as he moved his mouth along mine.

Our lips were dancing into each other's, lingering heavenly in bliss. It was just a small affection of love compared to everything else he does but just like any other days my knees still felt weak, I felt like they'd break with all the pressure of blood going into my head. But in a pleasing way. I held onto his face for closeness. He kissed me slower and slower and I followed the decreasing pace with a smile on my own lips and heart.

Our bodies melted into each other's touch, he gripped my hair softly and tangled my hair into his fingers while his other hand was on my jaw moving down and down. The only burrier was my stomach. Our baby. And I heard Kiaan realise the difference which is why he groaned lowly but evilly with his dark eyes. I held onto him tighter and my heart raced and raced feeling him biting my tongue and I moaned. I curled my toes onto his and passionately ended the kiss with one last peak on his lips before falling asleep with my head on his heart.

"My own baby is making me angry." He grumbles and I laugh. All along he's been the most affectionate one about the baby and I've just been silently speaking to myself because I don't want to be to open about my love for this unborn child. Kiaan on the other hand prefers to speak out whatever he feels and this comment shook me.

I looked up and his eyes were so different from the dark ones. As if in one second you could change his mood like your diet plan. They were softer then I knew his eyes could ever be after passing such an annoyed comment.

"I'll remember to tell this little secret of yours to our baby." I joke.

He rolled his eyes at me. "Go on, she'll still be daddy's little girl."

"Could be a boy as well Kiaan." I murmur onto his heart and he takes a sharp breath in.

"Could be. I want a girl first though." He passed on his rather judgmental opinion.

"The pizza order better not go wrong or you'll just have to eat it anyways." I repeat his own sentence on him and he laughs. The sound of his laugh made me lightly and happily chuckle.

"True." He kisses my hair and unties my hair so the hair tie doesn't irritate me while sleeping. "One month, Ariel."

"One month, Kaan."

And we both fall asleep with one thing in our heads, one month.

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