It had been a month since the news, so Shanaya was four months pregnant now and it wasn't the easiest. The morning sickness phase had just passed, however she had slowly begun her irritation phase, so I decided to give her a little treat.

"Shanu, do you want to go out for dinner today?"

"No."

"So, Rita can cook?"

"No."

"Sooo, do you want to cook?"

"No."

"Then-"

"Jas do you really think I want to cook in this state?!" She bursts out.

"That's why I'm saying let's go out."

"No!"

"Well - we can't inject ourselves with food then, unless you have other options for ingestion."

"Jasprit!"

It had been ages since she had called me by my full name. That's when I knew this was serious.

"Shanaya."

"Jasprit! I'm too fat to go out anywhere." She pouts and stares at herself in the mirror.

"You're not."

"I can feel it!"

"Hm maybe."

"So I am fat?!" She looks at me like she's about to cry.

I hug her from behind, placing my chin on her shoulder as we look at us both.

"I want seaweed." She says.

My smile disappears and I look at her like she's some Martian alien that's standing next to me.

"What?"

"I want to eat seaweed." She looks at me with puppy eyes.

"Okay lets go to the beach and go scuba diving." I joke; big mistake.

"Jasprit Bumrah - all I want is a plate full of seaweed and you're insulting me?!?!"

"No baby! I-"

"I have such bad cravings and you're making a fool out of me." Shanaya's eyes fill with tears.

"I didn't -"

"Shut. Up. Shut up." She says, throwing her scarf onto the bed.

She rampages up to the door and opens it, as I follow her, only to see Hardik with his ear against the door.

He gulps and moves back quickly, the flowers in his hands almost falling out of his hands.

Without saying a word she storms past him, as I mime a quick "sorry" to him.

Hardik enters the house, fixing the hat on his head that had been displaced by Shanaya's speed of walking past him. He hands me the flowers awkwardly. "Congrats." He says, slightly scared. "Well, I had got these Chrysanthemums for Shanaya, but..."

"I don't know what to do mate." I say to him, placing my hands on my hips and sigh, sitting down on the sofa.

"Bro I feel you, Jassi."

I run a hand through my hair. "Kya 'I feel you', you don't even have a girlfriend to cope with her nakhre." I say, irritated.

"But Jassi don't argue with Shanaya at least in this state?" He says.

"Main kaha argue kar raha hoon?! She's the one who stormed out."

"But hua kya?"

"She wants seaweed."

Hardik's frown slowly turned into a frantic and hysterical laugh which I didn't reciprocate. His cheeks blew out his spit all over my face as he rolls across my bed, clutching his stomach and laughing like a hyena.

"She - she wants seaweed?!" He just about manages to say through his maniac laughter. "So is she off to the beach right now?!"

I can't help but laugh at this now. I'm done with controlling my laughter. A minute later we're both rolling across my bed.

Suddenly, we hear the door open and we both run into the living room.

Shanaya sits herself comfortably on the sofa and opens her box of seaweed.

"Um, Shanaya - which beach - I mean - which shop did you get this from? " Hardik asks.

She looks up at him.

"No I mean - like Pankuri Bhabs wanted some." He gulps.

I'm just hoping she didn't pick up some infected seaweed from Juhu beach at this point.

"Ritika gave it to me."

"Oooh... Okay." We both laugh in relief.

"Hardik, would you like some?" She asks, giving me a dirty look.

"No I'm good. You enjoy the seaweed." He quickly says.

"Chal Jassi, enjoy your seaweed Rendezvous and I'll err.. see you at practice tomorrow!" He winks and just about escapes my punch.

"What's for dessert?" Shanaya burps. I had never ever seen her like this. This makes me laugh but I feel strange.

"You decided dinner, so you can decide dessert I guess."

"Belgian waffles with 2 scoops of double chocolate ice cream and hazelnut sauce with strawberries and cream - low fat."

"Um... okay.. I'll order." I pick up my phone to call. "Hi can I have 2 waffles with chocolate ice c..."

"Belgian waffles!" Shanaya cries. "And double chocolate - 2 scoops!"

"Shanaya why don't you speak?" I clench my fists and hand her the phone.

She grabs it out of my hand and starts blabbing.

"Hi, sorry my husband doesn't know what I like for dessert 2 years into our marriage so I'll tell you instead. I want Belgian waffles with 2 scoops of double chocolate ice cream and hazelnut sauce with strawberries and cream. LOW FAT please. Thank you."

I just watch her with my mouth gaping open.

"Okay then." I sit down and put on a cricket match.

"I want to watch Friends." She grabs the remote out of my hand. I'm speechless.