At That Moment ✔

🤍. 27 (last)

Her eyes dart around, seeing the rest of the parents gathering their belongings, not paying a lick of attention to us. She shrugs.

“ooh..! vo bhi tho sach hai .”

I chuckle and sling the straps of both of our chairs over
my shoulder. I lightly drape my other arm around her
shoulders, tugging her closer.

“main yeh soch rahi hai ki inko kis sports main interest hoga?”

she put one of her fingers in her cheek  and pretended as like she is thinking

Then my , eyes  drops towards her swelling stomach.

“Baseball? Basketball?” she asked

Preeta lovingly pats her belly

“Nope. Is bar zaroor ladki hi hogi  aur  She will do dance. Isn’t that, right, babydoll?”

She looks down at her stomach.

“That’s a little premature, isn’t it?”

Preeta is seven months pregnant.

Preeta lifts her head and her eyes, so full of love, it meet with
mine.

“patha nahi kyu par muje lag raha hai ki ye ladki ki hogi  ,I just know this one is a girl.”

“You know muje bhi bilkul aisahi lag raha hai  ,” Tulsi maa told as she, overheard our conversation.

“I knew when I was pregnant with you that you were a girl before we found out.”

Mom and daughter smile at each other.

“I, hope it should be a boy ”
Rakesh states.

“Muje nahi patha ek aur ladki ko main kaise sambal loongi . Pehle tho tu muje pagal hi kardiya.”

“Ooh it'sa bad joke,” Preeta complains good-naturedly.

“ main ek nanhi si pyaarisi bachi thi, and you know it.” she continued

Rakesh snorts.

“ nanhi si bachi ?” he asks, his eyebrows raised.

“How about the time you painted,” he holds up his hands in air quotes,

“happy little trees all over the living room wall?”

A huff leaves Preeta ’s lips.

“I was only doing what Bob  Ross (an American painter) told me to do.”

“And he told you to paint on the walls?”

“He told me to paint happy trees because they’ll make me happy seeing them, and they did.”

Rakesh laughs, grabbing Preeta ’s chin to tip her head back
so he can kiss her forehead.

“Well, I wasn’t happy having torepaint the living room.” He steps back, a thoughtful look
forming on his face.

“Actually, you know what? I hope you do have a girl. Tulsi and I can gift her Bob Ross DVDs.”

Preeta's eyes narrow on her dad.

“Nahi ! .. papa aap aise kuch nahi karengi.”

We all laugh.

“Mamma .. ! Pappa! ”

We all turn just as Kanil comes running up, a big smile stretching across his sweaty face.

“You Rock it ma baby.” Preeta says, stepping out of my arms to hug our son.

“I’m so proud of you!”she tighten her hold on him

“ mamma I could tell. You were louder than all the other moms and dads.”

Preeta laughs and lets him go. I raise my hand up and
Kanil claps his palm against it.

“Good job, son.”

“Thanks, Pappa.”

He receives congratulations from Rakesh and Tulsi maa next.

“Who’s ready for some pizza?”

I ask as we all move towards the parking lot.

“Me!” Kanil yells, kicking the  football he always brings with him to every game.

“And ice cream after, right?”

“Absolutely,” Preeta answers.

Her hand moves back to her
belly.

“I’m craving some butter pecan soft serve.”

As we all load up into our cars and make plans to meet
at the pizza shop, I stop Preeta before she can get inside.

Kanil slides into the backseat, his video game already turned on and making noises.

I wrap my arms around her
waist and bring her body as close to mine as I can with our soon to be son or daughter between us.

“Have I told you today how much I love you Huhh?”

She smiles up at me softly.

“Only about a dozen times, but I’ll never get tired of hearing it.” she replied softly

I lean down, settling my lips gently on hers.

“I love you four-thousand and twelve.”

Every day, I give her a new number, and it’s always higher than the last. She started the saying with Kanil when he born, and I took it upon myself to start  saying it to her.

With a smile on her lips, she rolls to her toes and places a kiss on the side of my neck. Her lips move up to my ear and she whispers.

“That’s not nearly as much as I LOVE YOU ”

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The END

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