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KARAN'S POV
“Come on Kanil !”
(Kanil means one who can't be destroyed)
I laugh and shake my head as my wife struggles to get
up from her chair. She starts clapping and yellingobnoxiously as a group of ten-year-old’s race down the field toward the net. Our son, Kanil, kicks the ball deftly, surprising us all at how much of a natural he is.
We signed him up for football through the community
when he was seven after we caught him watching a game
on TV. He was enraptured. The moment the game was over,
he asked if he could have a foot ball. He’s loved the sport
ever since.
Tulsi maa, Preeta ’s mother, shoots up out of her chair and
both women, along with the crowd, go wild when Kanil
shoots the ball past the goalie and into the net. Pride fills
my chest as I watch my son be congratulated by his teammates.
“ lagtha hai ab hamare ghar main ek professional player hai.”
I look over at Rakesh and flash a grin.
“If he keeps his love for the game and continues like he is, it wouldn’t surprise me.”
It took a while and it was rocky at first, but Preeta ’s father and I finally came to an understanding.
After Preeta graduated high school, she and I moved together a couple towns over from Mumbai to be closer to the
college . she stayed at college hostel she would be attending, while I worked in the high
school there. Rakesh hated it, of course, but he knew there
was nothing he could do. He very well knows that we used to meet each other on the weekends. And preeta stays with me at my house that time ... He went ballistic and almost took my head off when a year after that, when Preeta announced she was pregnant.
We continued to be reckless and never used condoms, so the news wasn’t that surprising to us. I was
Happy and couldn’t wait to start a family.
But a small part of me felt guilty and worried. She was young and barely in her first year of college.
Being a mother in college wasn’t
going to be easy. I left the decision up to her on whether
she wanted to continue or quit for the time being and go back after the baby was born. She chose to stay in , and damn, I was amazed at her strength and perseverance.
Preeta Arora is the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, and I’m one lucky son-of-a-bitch to have her as my wife.
The whistle blows, announcing the end of the game. Our
team beat the opponents seven to two. These games are just for fun and the scores don’t mean anything to the player’s future, but I can’t help but be proud of Kanil.and his teammates.
Me and Rakesh walk toward the women and take over fort hem when they start folding the chairs.
Preeta turns to me, her smile bright and taking up her
whole face.
“Did you saw that last goal? Kanil was amazing!”
I grin and bend down to kiss her lips.
“I sure did, babydoll,.”
Her smile grows, if that’s even possible.
“Hamara beta is team ka sabse acha player hai .”
Laughing, I bring my finger to my lips.
“Shh… main nahi chahta hai ki . Dusre bachon ka maa baab ye sune .”
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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