"You’re treating me like I ordered food using your entire savings!" she continues her tone full of complaint. "How can you ignore your beautiful wife like this?"
She sniffs again her lips forming a small pout. Her hands rest on her baby bump protectively and she looks at me with those big, expressive eyes.
"You haven't talked to me for nine hours!" she emphasizes, holding up her fingers dramatically. "How can someone be this angry at their pregnant wife?"
She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me. But instead of looking serious she looks like an adorable, angry baby.
"You’re a bad husband" she declares. I press my lips together to stop my smile but she doesn’t stop there.
"You didn’t even kiss me in the morning… nor at night!" she whines. Her voice gets softer almost like she’s about to cry again.
"You haven’t even called me love, baby or jaan for nine whole hours" She blinks at me, her long lashes still wet from tears.
"I’ll tell our baby that their Dadda tortured me like this when they were in my womb" she adds, pouting even more.
I can’t help it anymore I let out a small chuckle. She’s crying and complaining at the same time, looking like the cutest thing in the world.
She sniffles again her cheeks puffing slightly as she glares at me.
I grab a tissue from the table and carefully wipe her face, dabbing at her damp cheeks. She sniffles loudly and I smile as she blinks up at me.
"Bring the plate of pancakes" I order one of the helpers.
One of them quickly rushes to the kitchen and returns with the plate, placing it in front of me.
I pick up a piece with my fork, dipping it slightly in the chocolate syrup before bringing it to her lips.
She stares at the bite for a second, her teary eyes still filled with emotions. But then without hesitation, she opens her mouth and takes it in.
I watch as she chews slowly, her lips finally curving into a small satisfied smile. I continue feeding her making sure she eats properly.
"Sorry, love for hurting you this much" I say softly my voice full of regret. "I was just upset because eating unhealthy food can affect your health… and the baby’s"
She looks at me while chewing, her expression softening.
"And just so you know" I continue, my tone light, "I don’t have any savings for myself. Everything I have is yours"
Her lips part slightly but before she can say anything, I add "And I admit I was a jerk for not talking to you for nine hours… for not calling you jaan, love or baby… and for ignoring my beautiful, pregnant wife like this"
I touch her cheek gently, tilting her face slightly so she looks at me.
"And please… don’t tell our baby about this, hmm?" I plead with a small smile.
She blinks at me for a moment, her lips slightly parted. But then I notice something her entire focus is not on me anymore.
Her eyes are glued to the plate of pancakes. I shake my head with a chuckle. Of course.
"You make the best pancakes, Abhi!" she exclaims suddenly excitement filling her voice.
Just like that she completely forgets that she was crying and complaining just a moment ago.
I smile as I push the plate closer to her watching as she happily takes another bite.
I reach for Zar’s bowl, placing it on the table. Within seconds, Zar jumps onto his chair and starts eating his breakfast.
I lean back in my chair, my eyes moving between my wife and Zar. Both of them, eating peacefully. I smile to myself. This is my little world.
Jiya’s POV
"You are bad!" I say pouting as I hit Dev’s chest lightly. He doesn’t react.
His strong arms are wrapped around me, holding me close as I sit in his lap. His large hands move slowly up and down my back, caressing me gently but he still doesn’t say a word.
I frown feeling frustrated. He is still angry with me.
We are in our room sitting on the bed. I woke up just a while ago and the first thing I did was try to make him talk to me. But he is ignoring me punishing me with silence.
I sigh, feeling guilty. I know he is upset.
"Please forgive me, Dev" I whisper, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.
But he doesn’t respond.
He just keeps stroking my back, his touch warm yet distant. His silence is louder than any words.
I pull back slightly my brows furrowing as I look at his face. He is staring ahead, his jaw tight, his lips pressed into a firm line. A wave of frustration rises inside me.
Enough.
"Dev, I am asking for forgiveness for the last time!" I say firmly, crossing my arms. "Forgive me now"
I look straight into his deep eyes challenging him to say something.
His throat moves as he swallows. Then after a moment he sighs and finally looks at me his gaze is soft but there is sadness in it.
"You are the one at fault" he says, his voice low but firm. "And yet you’re acting like I’m the one who made a mistake"
I press my lips together, feeling my heart squeeze. He is right. I know I made a mistake. And still he is the one hurting. I lower my gaze my fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt.
"I’m sorry" I whisper my voice small. "I won’t do anything like this again. Please forgive me"
He scoffs lightly, shaking his head. Then without another word, he leans forward and presses a firm lingering kiss on my forehead.
I close my eyes feeling the warmth of his lips, the silent forgiveness in his touch.
"Please don’t compromise your health" he murmurs against my skin.
I nod quickly, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I won’t" I promise.
A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips and I press a quick kiss to his cheek. Then another.
"You are the best husband in this world" I say my voice full of warmth.
Before he can say anything I shower his face with kisses, covering every inch his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, even his jaw.
He exhales deeply, finally giving in and pulling me tighter against him.
"Let’s go downstairs" he says after a moment.
I nod happily, climbing off his lap. I quickly freshen up and get ready then walk down with him beside me.
As soon as we step into the living room, a cheerful scene unfolds before my eyes.
Mira is sitting on the couch, laughing, her eyes shining with excitement. Zar is running back and forth, wagging his tail happily.
Mira throws a small ball across the room and Zar rushes after it, grabbing it in his mouth. Then like an obedient child he trots back to her and drops the ball in her hands.
