Vikram’s POV
It was one of those days. When everything was great, grateful for all the good things in life. Living life looked simple, easy. I didn’t realise I was lost in my thoughts, jumping from one to another when the flow was interrupted.
I sweep a glance towards my wife, our coffee mugs in her hands.
“Why are you smiling?” , She asks, handing me my mug.
I shrug, pulling her gently into my lap, taking care the coffee didn’t spill. I either had to clean it or put up with an earful I could do without.
She only smiled shyly, closing her eyes when the side of her thigh grazed my penis.
I gave her an amused smile, shaking my head. I couldn’t deny, I liked it. A lot.
I clear my throat, my hand inching into her top, as I place it there, ignoring her look as I sip on my coffee.
“It’s 11 in the morning”, Keerthi teased.
“So?”, My hand travels higher, unclasping her bra.
“At least let me finish my coffee”, my wife laughs, shaking her head.
I let out a laugh too, squeezing her hip.
She gives me a soft smile, filled with love and adoration, the kind of look I hope to see till time ends.
I place a tender kiss on her lips, the familiar warmth both excited and calmed me.
I place a kiss on her forehead when we pull away.
“I Love You”, she smiles, tucking her head beneath my chin, our coffees placed aside, her loose T-shirt pressing her soft curves to me, her bra peeking beneath her sleeves.
I hum, teasing her, not responding.
As expected, she pokes my cheek, looks up at me, pouts.
“Say it once”, she grins. Expected, again.
I laugh, squeezing her in my arms, positioning her so she could straddle me.
“I Love You too, Sweetheart”, I kiss her forehead.
I smile when she smothers her face against my chest, like she wants to just be as close to me as possible.
Small things.
I’ve learnt to appreciate small things in the last few years.
I hear her sigh, and she looks up at me, gives me a kiss, and attempts to get up.
“I have to cook, and I have to-”
“I’ll help you today.”
“Really?”, she gives me an amused smile.
“You look tired”, I run a finger across her cheek, dragging it down her neck.
“Thanks”, she gives me a smile, her eyes glassy.
“There’s no need to cry”, I roll my eyes.
She clears her throat, pinches my wrist.
I grab the nape of her neck, meshing our lips together, my lips roaming her skin. A whimper makes me smirk against her neck, as I lick my way downwards, squeezing her breasts through her top. Her back arches when I suck on one of her nipples, her hands in my hair.
I make quick work of our clothes, our naked bodies pressed together at all the right places.
We’ve had sex countless times. But everytime I kiss her when I thrust into her feels different, better than the last time. I kiss her as I thrust into her, my movements rough, but I couldn’t really control myself, as I grab her hair, exposing her throat to me as I kiss her throat, suck on it.
My wife only whimpers under me, and I know she’s close when I feel her quiver around me, squeezing my dick, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.
I give another final push, sucking on her nipple as I fuck her, wait for her to reach the peak, as I can feel the urge to peak myself.
She screams into my mouth, shuddering as she comes, her juices dripping wet onto our bed, her walls quaking thoroughly around me, forcing me to come too.
I thrust again, once, twice, feeling close. I shut my eyes, feel the sweat dripping off my back, as I ravage my wife’s mouth.
“Papa”, I hear a voice, my mind going blank.
I shift suddenly, covering Keerthi entirely, pushing her under the blanket, and covering myself too, just so my face is on display.
I wince when I get up, making sure the blanket is thick around my waist as my two year old climbed onto the bed.
“Where’s Mama”, he asks me in a baby voice.
I hear a sharp breath from under the blanket. I nudge Keerthi with my leg, reminding her to be quiet.
“Oh. She’s in the garden Darling. Didn’t you check there?”
My son frowns, a pout ridiculously similar to her mother forms on his lips,”But I already went there.”
“She went just now Beta”, I continue to lie.
He only nods his head gravely, proceeding to climb onto my chest, giggling.
I smile, despite the situation I was stuck in, I found my son’s action endearing, as he rested his cheek against my chest, peering at me with big brown eyes, a striking familiarity to his mother
I narrowed my eyes, tickling him. The two people in my life make that face only when they want something for me.
“What do you want?”, I blow a raspberry on his cheek, delighted when he giggled, throwing his head back.
“Papa, stop”, his laughter echoed through the room as I tickle him, dodging his attempts to kick my chest with his soft feet.
“I want chocolate”, my baby pouted at me,”Mama is not giving me”, he made a face.
I grin,”What am I going to get if I give you a chocolate?”
My son only spread his arms wide and hugged my chest, giving me a wet kiss on the cheek,”I’ll give you another one if you give me chocolate.”
I laugh,”It’ll be under the newspaper. Go check”, I usher my son, hiding my wince when I felt my wife pinch my thigh.
I release a breath when Rahil left the room, exposing my wife’s naked body.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What happened?”, I look at her, confused.
“You-you are so irresponsible. Why are you giving him chocolates? He had a cough two days ago. And what if he caught us. You’re-”
“Okay stop”, I hold my hand up, irritation quickly climbing up my nerves.
Keerthi only looked at me in disbelief, glaring at me as she picked her clothes.
“There’s no need to get hyper. There’s no relation between chocolates and cough. The doctor said so. So he’ll be fine. And what is this if we get caught? Did we get caught?”
“I’m talking about the possibility”, my wife glared at me, wearing her panties,”Take care of him when he’s sick.”
“Shut up Keerthi. Rahil is not just your son. I care about his health too.”
“Why can’t you try to understand!”
“Understand what? You’re denying him any kind of dessert since the last few days. He’s a kid. Okay, even if we go by your logic, we could just not give him savouries when he’s unwell. What is this practise of not letting him eat even when he’s fine just for precaution?”
I shut my eyes, anger pulsing through my veins when her eyes watered.
Somethings never change.
“We are talking. So talk. Do not cry now. I’ve told you hundred times not to cry when we’re in the middle of a discussion.”
Tears streamed down her face, as she looked at me, her lower lip wobbling.
Was it insane that I’m suddenly having thoughts of finishing what we started.
“Where are you going?”, I ask when she gets off the bed, dressed.
“No where”, she mumbles, looking at the ground.
I sigh. My wife’s such a handful.
“Fine. Go ahead.”
“You’re being rude. Unnecessarily.”
I raise an eyebrow,”We were talking. You’re the one that’s walking away.”
She wiped her tears, sniffing,”Yes. Because I have to be the better person. Always.”
“Stop being dramatic.”
More tears flowed her eyes, making my chest ache. But somethings, we couldn’t agree on. We only fought until we found common ground.
“I’ve told you plenty of times too, not to be mean when you’re angry”, my wife said softly.
My heart thudded, her tears making me uneasy.
I sigh, grabbing hold of her hand, as we sat down. I waited patiently till she stopped crying, my arm going around her shoulder.
“Okay”, she nods,”We won’t give him anything sweet when he has a cough. Other times, I won’t restrict him.”
I smile, threading my fingers through her hair,”How hard was it?”, I tease.
She frowns, slapping my shoulder.
I trace her lower lip with my thumb,”You know I agree with you too, when you’re right.”
“I know”, she agrees.
I shiver when a gust of wind flows by the room, realising I’m naked under the sheets.
“Don’t even think about it”, Keerthi laughs, shaking her head when she see the look in my eyes.
“It’s not a bad idea”, I cajole, spreading her legs.
“Uh huh”, she smirks, letting me cup her sex.
She laughs, pushing my hand away when I dip my hand into her pants.
I give her a confused look,”Don’t you want to?”
“We were almost caught”, she gives me a flat look.
“Lock the door.”
“There’s always night.”
“Why are you so reluctant?”
My wife frowns,”Why are you making it sound like that?”
My eyes frost. I felt sexually frustrated.”Hee’s two. He’s not going to remember a thing even if he sees us, which he won’t”, I roll my eyes, adding the last part when my wife gave me a horrified look.
When she only continued to frown, it pressed all the wrong buttons.”Fuck it.”
Keerthi’s eyes widened, panicking as she placed her hands on my chest, stopping me,”Why are you getting so angry? I don’t want my two year old witnessing us having sex. What’s so wrong in that?”, she hisses, irritated.
When I looked at it that way, she was right. But there really was no way except to let our son play while we locked our bedroom. That was the safest bet.
“You’re right. It was unnecessary”, I agree, but a frown marrs my features,”Then don’t come up with ridiculous excuses in the night.”
“He sleeps with us. How on Earth can we do it then?”, she gives me a surprised look.
“Keerthi, can you hear yourself? You don’t want to have sex neither in the day nor at night.”
She opens her mouth and closes her mouth multiple times, apparently having nothing to say.
“Do you even realize how infrequently we make love after Rahil is born. About what? Once a week? Twice a week?”
My wife only continued to stare at me,”I didn’t think of it like that. I’ve been busy with him mostly.”
“Look. I love my son too. Equally. Just like you love him too. But don’t be a mother so much that you forget you’re a wife too.”
“I’m Sorry”, she apologises softly, frowning to herself,”We-we haven’t had alone time in a while.”
I run a hand through my hair when my wife looks at me guiltily, an involuntarily smile gracing my lips when she wrapped her arms around my neck, resting her head in the crook of my neck, placing a gentle kiss there.
“I’ll try to make more time”, She promises, slipping her hand under my collar bone.
I hold her hand, stopping it from roaming further, as I give her a soft smile,”We don’t have to do it now.”
“Are you sure?”, she presses herself against me, the other hand quickly moving towards the growing bulge underneath.
I laugh, shifting the both of us into the centre of the bed, my mouth finding hers.