Author: Stoneheart

His point of view – Pie carried junior to the plane as we had to check in the pram at the security.. I carried her hand bag and Junior diaper bag following close.. Beep It was a message from a private number ‘Have a safe trip.By the way your son is soo cute’ the message read. My brain instantly went on high alert mode. Bhaiya. It couldn’t possibly be him.. I think he had seen enough the last time.. I looked over to Pie who was already sitting with Junior on her lap.. I sent a quick text to my…

His point of view – We were on our way to the airport to fly down to our ancestral place. Pie was in the back with Junior while we i drove he had a doctor’s appointment earlier in the day. He got his regular vaccines today and he has been a bit off since then.. He is crying so hard that it breakes my heart.. Pie is trying her best to calm him down but i guess its not working.. “Baby should we got back home..?” I asked her for the nth time.. “Love i don’t know.. the pooja is…

Few months later – His point of view- It was late at night when my phone rang.. I normally work in the study but today i was in the bedroom. Pie was asleep beside me and dare she wakes up for a phone ring..Never. She is one heavy sleeper that can sleep even if a plane takes off beside her.. But my son he is a like a cat..a slight noise and he will be up. I look at my phone to see mom calling.. This late in the night..? Hope everything is alright.. I pick my son who is…

“Hey bubba..” he greets the baby and hands him over to me. “Hi love..bua is here see” i half expect him to reply but i know he can’t ..he is a baby. “Would like to feed him..?” He asked handing me a bottle.. “Sure..” i said all exited to feed my cutest nephew. “Here hold him from here “he said gesturing his neck….and let him lie down on your legs..” he said adjusting junior.. “Hi..when did you come..?” Said Bhabhijaan coming into the room. She looked rested. I am so proud of my brother.. “Good morning baby..did you sleep well..?”…

His sister’s point of view- I stare at my acceptance letter from Royal Dance Academy in London. Its 2 year course of various kinds of dance forms. Is it the best time to go now..? With everything happening between me and Captain ..i am not so sure. After our last encounter i am more confused than ever.Should i stay back here to give our relationship a new life or go follow my dreams.. Flashback- He had passed out on my Bed and i laid down beside him. Why did it feel so diffrent now..? Ofcourse we had done this earlier..…

Her point of view- “Congratulations..its a boy..” Doctor Chanu declares before handing over our boy to the nurse.. My boy is here finally.. I watch Dex as his eyes follow the nurse as she takes him away to get cleaned. Possesive much. I close my eyes in content.. The emptiness of not being pregnant anymore seeping in slowly.. But the happiness of seeing my baby boy overpowering the lonliness.. “Pie” he says I smile at him as he places our baby in my arms.. The baby squirms slightly as i watch him in amusement before finally settling into a comfortable…

Few months later- His point of view – “Urrgghh..everything hurts .. and this dress it feels so tight..urrghh what do i even wear..?” Pie rants. This had become a everyday affair. She would be uncomfortable throughout the night twisting and turning to find the correct spot.. And then eventually be tired till the time its morning.. I so wish this pregnancy gets over soon. Besides i am exited to meet the Baby too.. “Look now you are not even listening to me” Pie complained .. “Babe..please calm down..you can wear something from my closet instead..” i suggested. “Yea i think…

Her point of view- The sun falls in my eyes making me groan and i finally open them.. My shirt is off and i blush remembering the night before.. We will have to mend our ways when our kid is here.. Ofcourse we can’t have him walk in on us like this. My gaze finally shifts to the man who is all cuddled up to me. He looks so happy and i am so glad i am the reason of his happiness right now. I lie back down and admire my husband. I wish we have a son just like…

His point of view- I watched her pick up my shirt and then wear it.. Damn .. one of these days this girl will be the death of me. I followed her downstairs to find her dumping my accident in to the dustbin.. Yes i would like to call it accident rather than a mistake. “Love do the chopping so i can cook..” she says. “Hmm..” i say too distracted by her shirt technically my shirt which rode up when she raises her hand. “Excuse me up here..” she says giggling. “Ahem yaa..yaa” i say looking anywhere but at her..…