Oh dear lord! 10k reads?

Thank you so much for this!

Here's a surprise chapter that

I'm publishing in the middle of the night as a thank you gift!

Love to all of you.

He watched furtively as his mother made her way back to the kitchen, before mischievously glancing over at his father.

A frown marred his tiny face as he took in that his father was not paying attention to him. He decided to remedy the lack of attention.

He glanced down at the bowl full of baby food in front of him, before dunking his little hands into the bowl, extracting fistfuls of the gooey food and casually flinging it at his father.

Vidyut leapt out of the way as he noticed two yellow missiles rapidly approaching him.

The baby continued flinging some of his food, an excited laugh escaping him. Vidyut was, at that moment certain that his child was possessed by Satan himself, as he watched the innocent features screw up in adorable evilness.

"I looked away for 1 minute, Ved!" He muttered, before hurriedly cleaning up the mess that his son had singlehandedly created, before Veera got the chance to come and see it.

While he cleaned furiously, he thought of the other Ved, his late brother. He would forever miss him, but he was certain that his brother would live on in the form of his baby boy.

He remembered vividly, the moment in the hospital where Veera held their tiny bundle lovingly, watching with tears in her eyes as their son yawned, and whispered 'Ved'.

There was a stab of pain and joy within him, as he looked down at their boy and repeated the name.

The most beautiful part was that their son looked like a perfect mixture of himself and Ved. He had Ved's light brown eyes and mischievous smile along with Vidyut 's sharp nose and straight dark hair. The only things baby Ved inherited from his mother was her olive skin and faint dimples.

Before he could wipe away the mess on Ved's high chair and thereby hide his incompetence from her, Veera waltzed back into the room.

She paused, hands on her hips, and narrowed her eyes as she took in two very guilty faces- one belonging to an adult male and the other being a tiny tyrant's.

"Monkey boy! What have you done now?" She hissed. Vidyut tried not to smile at the endearment that she used for their son.

She tried her best to keep an angry face, but lost all control as she took in the little round face splattered entirely with baby food and those big eyes full of feigned innocence.

She picked him up before cooing a lullaby in a strange tongue that Vidyut couldn't understand, but could recognise.

It was a beautiful lullaby in Malayalam, a song that Veera had stumbled across as a teenager and fallen in love with.

And though she didn't speak the language ,she always sang it to calm down Ved whenever he was in a particularly hyper mood.

Soon enough, even before she reached the bathroom to wash his face, he was asleep, his tiny mouth agape and his little fingers clinging onto the neck of her dress.

She tucked him into his cradle, before quietly exiting the room.
With a content sigh, she walked over to the handsome man who wore a mixture of amusement and adoration in his eyes.

She walked right into his chest, resting her head against him and relaxing after a long day of losing battle after battle against the little devil.

"Veera?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you sure you didn't sleep with the devil and get impregnated?"

She punched him, though she smiled a little.

"I slept with several people, Vidyut. He might have been one of them."

He growled, causing her to laugh out loud.

Gently lifting her face by the chin, he began placing butterfly kisses on her lips and for the umpteenth time, she felt herself melt against him.

"Thank you." He whispered, mid-kiss.

She felt herself flush in pleasure.

"Why are you thanking me?" She whispered.

He stopped kissing her, looked her seriously in the eyes.

"I wasn't thanking you. I was thanking the condom that finally failed me."

She burst out laughing, and he immediately shushed her.

Sometimes, he felt like he was actually afraid of the baby devil. Her body shook in silent laughter.

Before long, both were laughing their hearts out, oftentimes spitting out their wine on each other.

And while he played with her hair, planting soft kisses on her hands, she felt a burning, pulsating happiness within her.

This is truly it!

Thank you once again! I can't believe I hit the magic number!

Love always,
LV 😙