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Started Typing On - 07/04/2019

Chapter 104- Back Home

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Jaanvi's Pov:

"Ok, fine then. Show me how to tie a diaper." I nearly choked on my water hearing his annoyed voice. That was easy. Trust me, he says I'm stubborn but he's no less. For the past five minutes he's been trying to tie Ishaan's diaper, I offered to help but he think he's got everything under control.

I give him the -are-you-sure-eye- and he just shoots me a dagger before sitting on the bed beside Ishaan. I place the glass on the desk and walk over to Ishaan who was surprisingly calm. All he does was cry, smile a little and then again cry. It makes me laugh seeing Kiaan trying so hard not to sleep in the mornings, well, he was on top of the cloud for a baby and here it is.

He just scowls at me and drops his pinky onto Ishaan's finger. Ishaan gladly accepts his finger and brings it closer to his big eyes like he's trying to examine what he was holding. He makes little noises now and then and we both chuckle.

I was pinning his leg down to tie the sides of the diaper but he doesn't stop kicking his legs around. "Ishaan." I make sure not to hold his leg firmly but just gently put my palms on his leg so he knows I'm here. He lets out a panicking scream and I quickly try to tie up his diaper. My fingers were buttoning up his blue letterman rompers that Nidhi had gifted but he cried harder. "You don't listen, do you?" I pick him up into my arms.

Kiaan gives me a look and I sit on the bed in front of him with Ishaan in my arms. "What?" I ask Kiaan who falls on the bed, cracking up.

"You're asking him to listen. Have you forgotten who his mother is?" Kiaan rolls on his side and puts his weight on his right hand and watches me trying to stop Ishaan from crying further on. "We should go in November second week. I'm hoping his passport would be or should be here." He murmurs reaching out to take the blanket on top of the pillow.

Passing it over to me I wrap Ishaan into it since his clothes aren't buttoned up. I pinch his tiny nose a little bit before looking at the patiently waiting Kiaan for my response. "Maybe Dec--"

"It's been almost a year, Jaanvi. Situations have changed and you've started improving way before Ishaan was born. I'm sure you're ready to visit your family. You should be fine, I'll be there. Trust me, if I even felt a little bit of hesitation I won't pressure you on flying back to India. It's only a visit, we aren't staying there." He drops on his back, glaring at the white ceiling. "We last saw Juhi in papa's house in November end in twenty-eighteen and it's the first week of October in twenty-nineteen. It's been long. And they all want to see Ish."

I look down at my two weeks old son. I felt guilty. The exhausted sigh escaped me and I just held him close to me like he'd run away from me. "Fine. Book the tickets j-just don't hassle around it, his birth certificate hasn't even come yet."

"It'll arrive this weeks, it's been long." Kiaan replies. "I'll just try and check the flights for November." I nod at his way and look down at the sleepy boy. Kiaan is twenty-eight now. And I'll be twenty-six in couple of weeks, times seems so unbeatable. Just yesterday it felt like I had Ishaan and just a month ago it felt like I had just married Kiaan.

My dialogue 'Three years left for hitting thirty' had to be changed to one now. Yes, one. He is twenty-eight but in March he'd be twenty-nine. Just one year and he'll be thirty and I'd have to stop using that phrase. In some time Ishaan would start talking, walking, it seems so far but when the time comes it all feels like a dream.

"You sleep a lot. I envy that." I joked, kissing his eyes. I stood up from the bed and walked to the corner of the bed ready to lay him down. Letting the small body touch the light mattress I made pillow and blanket walls on the side of him so he's safe. He won't be moving much but for my own peace I always do that. I tap on his stomach gently to help him fall asleep faster. His eyes opened a couple of time flinching but he's started to recognize our faces. "Sleep." I whisper quickly laying beside him with my hand around his body.

I steer around the bed, shaking my shoulders to remove the warm hand but it doesn't go. "Jaanvi, it's Aditi. She needs help." I groan lifting my leg up to put it on top of the body close to me, to feel the warmth but I jump up from the bed because of Kiaan's loud voice. "It's Ishaan, Jaanvi! You'll kill him."

I rub my eyes trying to process what was going on. I look at Kiaan to see his stone expression, when is he not angry? Tell me. I ignore him and look to my right to see Ishaan crying. "You woke him up." I picked up Ishaan to feed him but Kiaan took him away from my hand and shoved the phone into my lap.

"You were going to put your leg all over him. He's not me." He hisses before walking out.

No I wasn-"Shit." I massaged my head and forced myself to talk to whoever was on the phone. "Hello." My sleepy voice greeted.

"What was that 'he's not me?' tell me." I lay back down on the bed covering myself with Ishaan's soft and warm blanket.

"Just Kiaan being angry." I didn't go into detail because I was still sleepy from the little nap.

"Bata na." (Tell me) Aditi pressed.

I sighed before telling her everything. "You know how I have this habit of putting my leg on top of people and if not people then teddy's so I can sleep, so I basically was about to do that to Ishaan but thankfully Kiaan came." If I wasn't sleepy I'd probably be singing a sorry song to those two males but I can't be bothered in this sleepy form.

"JAANVI!" she screams and I jump from the bed, putting my hand on my panting heart. "He's your son! Where have you lose your sense? I get it, you have that habit-no problem but have you forgotten you've got a baby? He's two weeks old for god sake." Her angry voice was ringing in my ear.

"I know." I drop my head on the pillow, my voice coming out low. "I was cold, i-I fell asleep and lost it. Anyways, what do you need?" I heard an 'Oh, I' but before she could complete I spoke, "Let me tell you what Kiaan and I need, we need sleep." I yawn and my eyes blurring from the sleepy tears.

"Shut up. I've sent you some photos of the bridal wear, check it now and tell me what one you love." She spoke so quickly that I almost forgot what she said. Almost. I rub my eyes and look at the calendar on my phone.

"Bro, you're getting married in Feb and it's only October. You still have four months left for everything, why stress yourself out? I mean, I don't even understand the point of all these arrangements?" I lock my phone and put it back on it's spot and clutch Kiaan's phone close to my ear. I hear a confused 'huh' from her.

"I mean, you're just going to be a wife and daughter-in-law and promoted to a mother from the speed Dhruv talks about how 'beautiful' children are. He's been irritating the hell out of Kiaan asking 'So, how did you decide Ishaan's name? Did Bhabhi (Sister-in-law) vomit? If yes, how many table spoons??!' WHO SAYS THAT!? Kiaan can probably never think of me as a pregnant Jaanvi again because of your would-be-husband's stupid and irrelevant questions. If my son asks me why he's the only child, I'd blame Dhruv." My voice tries to not show the frustration and difficultly I'm having with Dhruv's questions but it shows very well.

"Umm." I hear her swallowing hard. "You sure you aren't pregnant again?" Her questions puts me off so much that I just hung up on her.

"Can I just sleep?" I mutter to myself but my sleep is long gone hearing Ishaan's cries. "I'm coming." I yell and wear my slippers to head out of the room. I spot Kiaan walking around the living room with Ishaan in his hands and tv on playing 'Let It Go.' Doesn't he realise he has a son not a daughter? But then, it's not like Ishaan is old enough to judge so I ignore that. I walk over to the duo bringing my hands closer to Ishaan but Kiaan gives me an icy look and moves away.

"Kiaan, you can get all moody afterwards, right now he's hungry." I say calmly, reaching out to hold Ishaan into my hands.

"That perfect girl is gone. Here I stand in the light--" I turn the TV off, annoyed by the loud music and put my hands on my hip giving Kiaan a stern look as Ishaan moves his head a little and continues to cry. "He's hungry." I drop my hands to my side in disbelief.

"The perfect girl is truly gone, Jaanvi. You were so careless." Right now it looked like he was dwelling in past though it was my job to. He seemed to think for a moment then his face nods at me and he gives Ishaan to me. The small boys little hands touch my neck, the warm hands brought a different warmth into my body and I started running my fingers down his back. "We're not done yet." I hear Kiaan yell before I disappear into the room.

I need to do something with my habit.

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"We need to get a crib for Ishaan." I snap my head to Kiaan from the sink and just pass him a disagreeable look. "You're dangerous." He adds eyeing me up and down.

I smash-not the violent type of smash that'll break the plates but the normal angry one to gain his attention-the plate on the sink and turn the tap on. "I am sorry. I accept it. I was too sleep and I was getting drawn into his body hea--"

"What are you? Damon Salvatore who gets 'drawn' towards blood or something?" He looks at me like he doesn't believe me at all. "I've been dealing with that 'leg over body' habit but he's too little for your torture." His t-shirt looks like it'll burst from the pressure of his bulky muscles and the harshness of his tone.

"It's not torture." He raises his eyebrow at me sarcastically and I growl before turning the tap on again to continue washing the dishes. "I-I just need to know that someone's beside me when I sleep ok?"

"Hand is enough." Now it was my time to arch my eyebrow at him. "Wrapping your hand around someone's is enough rather than tying them up with your leg basically on their stomach. Sorry, my stomach and Ishaan's stomach."

"You're washing these dishes alone now and I'm not letting him sleep alone in some haunted crib." I dry my hands with the towel and pull my hair in frustration.

"Cribs aren't haunted."

"Oh. You need to watch horror movies then." I suggested with an excited voices going into the opposite direction of where I'm supposed to go. He looks at me with a losing mind look and I compose my reaction going all cult. "Look, Kiaan. One day he'd sleep on his own then why separate him from us now? Parents have only few year with their children and after that they move away, or drift away because of the pathetic life. We can't stop the time and neither will we be holding him close to us when he sleep everyday so lets just enjoy the current pace ok? I'm sorry again, I don'-don't mean to hurt him in any way. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. If it does," My long speech had touched his heart like he understood every sentence. He looked at me with a blown away expression and stood there with parted lips. At first I thought he'd talk but he didn't.

"-then you can sleep in the middle and Ish can sleep on your side of the bed, fair?" That's all I could offer in return of having him close to us rather than feel all scared in the middle of the night finding himself in some crib. Ishaan was getting used to having us around, I didn't want that feeling to go away. My own father chose to keep me beside him rather than in the crib. He could afford one, even hundreds but he wanted to spend every time with his child, with me. Then why should I lose that chance?

"Fine." He tries to sound all stony but I could see the smile in corner of his mouth. I didn't thought he'd take me this seriously but he did. I kept my legs and hands to myself but once we hit the bed Kiaan laid on the middle and put Ishaan on his side.

"But i-I d-didn't even t--" He cuts me off with his most famous and twenty-four-seven used smirk.

"You know the King of the house deserves attention and love." And there I saw his usual eyes brightening up looking at me.

"The kings getting old. And the queen doesn't like old people." I responded giving him a cheesy smile. I was trying to get Ishaan when I heard my phone buzz.

"I hate phones. They always disturb us." Kiaan exclaimed glaring at the small device. I take a phone of it and unlock it to see around four new photos sent by Aditi. Oh shit, I forgot to text her. I zoomed into every bridal wear carefully to inspect which one would look nice on her. "Who is it?" Kiaan mutters wrapping his hand around my waist and his head on my shoulder. I decreased the brightness and put my fingertips into my mouth thinking which one would be the best option for her.

"Do you think this red and gold one is better for Adi or this second one?" I showed the pictures to Kiaan and he looked least interested in them.

"I don't know. Aren't all bridal wears same? Same old red and gold."

"Patterns are different and I wore maroon coloured one to our wedding." I reminded him rolling my eyes.

"Well, you're different." I smiled nuzzling his head on my neck and I freeze remembering something. "Wait." I get up glaring at him. "We're going in November then coming back in December end then back to Indian for Dhruv and Aditi's wedding in Feb?" I face palm myself for not catching the information before.

Kiaan passes me a bored look and hold my hand to bring me back to my sleep position but I just glare at him. "Talk." I fold my arms across my chest.

"Fine." He rolls his eyes at me. "All three of us would go in November but I'll be back in Jan first week for work. I'll just fly back on the wedding week then Ish and you would fly back with me after the wedding." He finished off taking a breath from all the talking. "Can we contin--"

"No." I open my eyes wide at him to show how angry I was. "You remember but you never told me! I'm supposed to stay there for four months with Ishaan alone? I though you wanted to be by my side every step of the way. Changed now are we?"

"You need to be there. For Aditi, you're her best friend and you're the elder daughter-in-law in the family, your brother-in-law is getting married and you're expected to be there. And grandma has a weak heart, you should spend some time with her. I have to work, I can't just stay in India for four months earning nothing. I'm not a billionaire." Something tells me from his temper trigging tone that he doesn't give a damn about my responsibility as the elder daughter-in-law, his decision involves something else.

I just sit there numb for some minutes to get things straight. Four months with just my son but then I get to spend some time with his family and my small family and friend. She's getting married. I should be there. "I understand." I whisper. "But how will I live there without you?" I honestly had no courage to live alone any more. He's been so supporting throughout everything. Straight after Ishaan was born Kiaan took care of everything. He once bathed our son by himself because I had caught cold. I was used to having him around, taking care of Ishaan alone felt too much.

He released a deep and sharp sigh. Holding my hand he pulls me into a hug. None of us speak for a moment. I just listen to his normal paced heartbeats close to me and he just inhaled my scent. "We have to take decisions carefully." I don't understand what he means but I just nod on his chest. He runs his hand on my back and I breathe out. "It's not just about us now, Jaanvi. We've got to work hard to secure Ishaan's future. Time flies and I don't want to regret it when the day comes for his education and I don't have enough to offer him the degree he wishes to receive."

~ (November 2019- Ishaan is one and a half month old)

And so, I go. I listen to him and I head over to India for the first time after nearly-no, truly a year. Kiaan is with me right now but in a month he'd leave back for work. I just pray this trip is memorable for all the good reasons unlike before.

"That's the little devil, isn't it?" I feel a large hand touch my shoulder just after I get Ishaan to sleep, his small capped up head covered his soft tiny fingers curled around my neck and I whirl around. My heartbeats were quickening imagining it may be Jai or something I don't want to see but relieve crosses my seeing Dhruv. My one hand was wrapped around Ishaan's bottom to hold him in place and the other now went up to his head which he was moving in his sleep.

"Devil hoga tu." (You are the devil/you will be the devil.) I know he's joking. It's hard to pick on and believe but he jokes a lot around me but I'm still pissed. My points are,

A-     He brought my personal life to the table in front of Ma like it was some easy topic! She's my mother-in-law for god sake, how embarrassing. I mean, dad is romantic, three children after all.

B-      He spoke about 'that' night AGAIN on the day I broke my pregnancy news. Is he stupid or what? Isn't everyone aware how one gets pregnant? I'm so done with his teasing.

C-      He calls Kiaan asking stupid questions. Once I heard him asking Kiaan 'How much in is too much in?' Oh, my innocent ears. But Kiaan told me 'He was asking about some DIY cream that he's trying to make.' I don't believe that but my husband looked serious and normal, I didn't see any awkwardness or smile hiding so I ignored it.

D-     And now he's calling my son devil? Yeah, it's a joke but he can just get lost.

"Angry huh?" He grins, holding his one ear to apologies. He hugged me with Ishaan in my hand. The brotherly hug I kinda missed getting from Jai. I push away the feeling and angry and hug him back but keep a serious-mad women face.

"Too much touching with your bhabhi, no?" (Sister-in-law) We break apart seeing Kiaan back from putting the luggage's inside the car.

"Kiaan if you're going to start that protective nature then I'll purposely piss you off." Not even a day and they are already getting to my head. He raises his hand up in surrender and Dhruv just looks at as back and forth and laughs.

"My brother is whipped." He smirked putting his hand around my shoulder to annoy Kiaan even more.

My husband narrowed his eyes at his younger brother and I just pass them a dangerous and evil smirk, "How do you think I became pregnant then? Obviously he's a lot more whipped then

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