Darkness had already engulfed the sky, the moon was shining bright along with stars. Devi Sita was lighting the lamps in her Parnakuti for luminence.

Her feet were swollen due to pregnancy but still she managed to walk around because she had to. There were no maids or servants to serve her here.

But she didn't complain, she was not the one to. With her mind immersed in the memories of her husband, she looked at the moon with a smile. It reminded her of her beloved's name, Ram-chandra.

Devi Sita kept her hand over her protruding belly, it's only about matter of sometime when her children will come to this world.

Her smile widened, as thinking of her children, she remembered Rameshwari. How she will be now ? And in what new ways will she be shocking her father ? Everyday was an adventure with her.

Reminiscing some of days with her, Devi Sita chuckled a little and went inside. She kept the lamp in its place, and took her grass mat and with a some struggle, spread it on the ground.

Holding her belly, she managed with sit down with a little difficulty as a slight whimper escaped her lips. She joined her hands and prayed for the well being of her husband and family.

Then finally she laid down, and kept thinking about her husband until sleep took over her.

And if Devi Sita was struggling then how can Shri Ram enjoy the luxuries of the palace ? He too was sleeping on the ground over the grass mat in Ayodhya.

His room were filled with all the luxuries one could think of. It's prosperity could tempt anyone. But the love he had for his wife was much richer than these material things.

From the very day she was gone, he had discarded all the luxuries of his life. After all he was her ardhang, her better half.

"Sitey.... Sitey...." He would mutter occasionally throughout the night.

If her mind was immersed in him, his was immersed in her only. They were separated due to duties but never at heart.

And speaking of heart, a piece of it entered his room. Her anklets were enough to alert Shri Ram of his daughter's arrival.

"Pitashree !" Rameshwari said excitedly sprinting towards him.

It was an unusual hour for her to come, but the event was such that she was up before anyone.

"Pitashree uthiye !" She said shaking him.

"Kya huya Ramey ?" He asked groggily, his eyes still closed.

"Ashwo ke nirikshan hetu jana hai !" She said enthusiastically.

Shri Ram opened his eyes, squintingly looking at her and then at the sky, it was still dark. He then looked back at her heterochromic eyes.

"Ramey.... Putri.... Suryoday bhi nahi huya hai...." He said sleepily.

"Toh mai Suryadevta ko kehti hu ki uday ho jaye !" Rameshwari said.

"Putri, surya kisi ke kehne pe Uday nahi hote... Prithvi ghumti hai..." He said closing his eyes again.

"Toh mai Prithvi ko keh dungi ki jaldi ghume !" She said impatiently.

Without saying another word, Shri Ram pulled his daughter to his chest, turning on the side and locking her in his arms.

"Pitashree !" She whined.

"Ramey so jaao." He said.

"Par Pitashree Ashwa..." Rameshwari complained.

"Shhh." Shri Ram shushed her as she pouted.

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A/N

Waise I had this canon that when Mata Sita was abducted then Shri Ram kept muttering her name in his sleep.... Then in Uttar Ramayan too he might be muttering her name the same way....

And during her abduction, he'd wake up crying but Lakshman ji was there to calm him down, but here Lakshman ji wouldn't be there....