50. Our Son Saransh
I run upstairs, as I heard sarah screaming my name , "Vanshhh.
..Vanshhh," she sitting on the bed . She looks up as I approach, concerned.
I asks, "What's wrong, baby?" His voice is gentle and soothing, as i puts a comforting arm around her.
"Pass me the remote" She asks me, but I look at the nightstand and the remote is right there.
I point to the coffee table and say, "The remote control is right there, sweetheart.
" I pick up the remote control from the table and hand it to her, but she just places it beside her.
I chuckle a little and say teasingly, "You know, you could have just picked it up yourself.
It was right in front of you."
She orders me, "What now, go and cook. I'm hungry.
" I roll my eyes internally, knowing that she's been bossing me around for 8 months now.
I stand up and head towards the kitchen to fix her up something to eat.
As much as she gets on my nerves, I secretly like it when she gets bossy.
It's strangely endearing.
It's obvious that she's taking revenge for hiding my mafia life from her and the kidnapping ordeal.
She constantly calls me multiple times a day and demands that I sing for her.
I always find myself singing for her, even in the middle of important meetings.
She's not afraid to wake me up in the middle of the night and demand that I satisfy her.
Once She makes another outrageous request, telling me that she wants to drink a mixture of coffee and tea.
I coudn't help but shake my head in disbelief.
This woman is something else.
Despite her numerous tantrums and demands, there's no denying that her body changed during the pregnancy.
It was a drastic transformation, and I found myself admiring the new curves and shape of her body.
Additionally, Vivaan and Lavanya returned 2 months ago, and to everyone's surprise, Lavanya was pregnant too, but only two months along.
As time passed, Dristi and Karan got married, sealing their commitment to each other.
Uv and Kiran also got engaged, preparing to embark on their own journey of love and partnership together.
I hear her crying out my name, "Aaah! Vanshhh!
!" Hurrying up the stairs, I rush to her side concerned.
"W-what-" my words kept in my mouth as she yells "my water broke" My heart races as she tells me that her water broke.
Without wasting a moment, I lift her up in my arms, holding her tightly as I run down the stairs with urgency.
I quickly settle her in the car and get behind the wheel.
She immediately starts yelling at me to go faster.
With a teasing tone, I reply, "Calm down, woman.
I'm already speeding." I speed through the streets at 100km, my focus solely on getting us to the hospital as quickly as possible.
Finally, we arrive at the hospital, and I stop the car in a quick and swift motion, knowing that every second counts. The wardboys quickly appear with a stretcher, and I carefully place her on it, my concern for her safety and well-being at the forefront of my mind.
I watch in worry as she continues to scream in pain, my heart aching to be by her side as she goes through the intense labor.
The nurse gently tells me, "Sir, you can't go inside.
" I feel a pang of frustration and helplessness, knowing that I won't be able to accompany her in the delivery room.
I concede, responding to the nurse with a resigned nod, "Okay, I'll wait.
" I watch as they take her inside the delivery room, my anxiety growing with each passing minute.
I take the opportunity to call our parents, informing them about the situation and letting them know they need to get here as soon as possible.
With every passing minute, the realization sinks in that we are about to become parents.
I complete the necessary formalities at the hospital, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness.
As I wait outside, I can hear her screams coming from behind the closed doors of the operating room.
I can barely contain my worry and impatience, and find myself knocking incessantly on the door, desperate to be by her side.
My frustration and worry reach a boiling point, and I explode in anger, shouting at the doctors through the door.
"What the hell are you doing in there? If anything happens to my wife or child, I swear to God I'll blow this whole hospital to pieces!
" The nurses rush over, attempting to calm me down.
"Vansh...beta how's sarah" i heard my mom's name voice
"She is inside" i said
As my mom and Sarah's mom pray, the doors of the operating room finally open, and the doctor steps out, his presence commanding everyone's attention.
My heart races, my nerves on edge as I brace myself for what he's about to say.
The doctor smiles as he delivers the news, "Congratulations, sir, it's a boy.
" I feel a huge wave of relief and happiness wash over me at his words, but my mind quickly turns to my wife.
I ask earnestly, "Can I see my wife now?
" My voice is filled with a mix of anticipation and longing to see her.
"Sure" The doctor leads me into the room, and I step inside with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
As my eyes fall upon my wife, lying there tired but with a smile on her face holding the baby, I feel a surge of overwhelming love and joy.
Sarah lays on the bed, looking tired but contented as a nurse holds our crying baby.
The sight fills my heart with a wave of emotions, seeing her in this new role as a mother and the bundle of joy wriggling in the nurse's arms. I lean down and gently place a kiss on her forehead, feeling a deep affection towards her.
As tears slip from her eyes, I ask softly, "Are you alright?
Are you in pain?" My voice is filled with worry and concern for her wellbeing.
In response to my question, she shakes her head, indicating that she's feeling okay. I smile as I take our child in my arms, cradling him gently, feeling a wave of tenderness and protective instincts coursing through me.
As I hold my child in my arms, a shiver runs through me, and I feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Holding my child for the first time is a poignant moment, a powerful realization settling in that my life will never be the same again.
My hands tremble a little as I hold my child, feeling the delicate fragility of his tiny body.
I can't help but place a tender kiss on his forehead, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and responsibility towards this little being.
As the baby stops crying in my arms, Mom's voice rings out, "Come here, give me my grandchild.
" Her words make me chuckle a little, but I know that my mother is eager to hold her grandson.
I carefully transfer the baby to my mother's waiting arms, feeling a small twinge of separation anxiety as he's taken away.
Turning back to face Sarah and her mother, I see them in a tight embrace, tears streaming down both their faces.
"Yaha sabhi bache ko dekhne aae or ye maa apne bache ko" chandni bhabhi said joining them.
Our relatives are all gathering in the room to catch a glimpse of the baby, and Mom is already claiming the title of grandmother for herself.
Chandni bhabhi joins in the conversation, asking, "Has anyone thought of a name for my darling baby?
" Mom chimes in with a smile, eager to hear suggestions for her grandson's name.
"Vanshaj" Karan offers his idea, "I think we should name him Vanshaj.
" Kiran adds her own suggestion, "Or maybe Ansh.
" The room is filled with the voices of family members suggesting names for our baby.
Drishti chimes in, suggesting the name "Veeransh," and everyone bursts out laughing at the unconventional name.
Shiv interjects, stating, "A baby can have only one name.
" Sarah then offers her own suggestion, "How about Saransh?
" Everyone turns to look at her as she holds our son, a smile on her face.
I pose a request to the others, asking, "May I have a moment alone with my wife?
" Everyone nods and slowly leaves the room, giving us some much-needed privacy as we remain alone with Sarah and our son.
I take a seat next to Sarah on the bed, and as I do, our baby starts to cry.
I reach over and gently comfort him, gently rocking him in my arms, trying to soothe his cries.
I was about to call for the nurse when Sarah interrupts me, saying, "He's hungry.
" She proceeds to pull her breast out and our son latches onto it, feeding hungrily.
I can't help but chuckle seeing my son feeding eagerly.
I quip jokingly, "Looks like I've got some competition now.
" I lean down and press a gentle kiss onto her forehead, our eyes fixed on our son who is latched onto her breast, feeding hungrily.
I can't help but feel a sense of awe and contentment watching this beautiful moment between mother and child.
Together, we watch our son, gently cooing in his mother's arms, and we repeat his name in a soft, tender voice, "Saransh...our son...our Saransh."