Even in my early twenties, I knew that I wanted to be a mother. The site of my little girl, Amyra, was like a dream come true. 

It took me a while but after some physiotherapy and medication, I was doing better than ever. I could finally take care of Amyra on my own. We were lucky that we had so much help. Not sure how Aman feels about his mother and mother in law both living under the same roof and that too his roof but without them healing would have been impossible. 

They let me sleep when she woke up at night and most of the time tried to not disturb me as much as possible when I was resting. But now that I was doing well, both of them sat me down yesterday to teach me how to fall into routine with Amyra.

But that is just impossible. At just three months old, this girl is a like hail storm. She doesn't sleep until you rock her in your arms and when you think she is asleep and put her down in her crib, she will start crying again.

Basically, she will only sleep in your arms otherwise she will cry. 

Last night was the first time ever that Aman and I were alone with Amyra. She woke me up at around three am, after feeding her and putting her back down,  she started crying again around five. 

The most annoying thing is that Aman sleeps so peacefully. Its like he has magical earplugs because I swear, I checked whether he was wearing anything or not. 

But anyway, since I am going to the gym from today, he has kindly offered to take care of her until I come back. 

"Are you sure, you are going to be fine?" I ask one last time as I grab by gym bag. "It is just one hour. Maybe I should go  after she turns one or something." 

"Mira, she is my daughter too. Now gooooo.." he said and grabbed my hand, leading me towards the door. 

**

As I parked the car in our apartment building, I checked the time on my phone. It was just nine thirty and Aman had to leave by ten. 

We had moved back to his grandmother's place. Since he had sold his old house and the previous place we were staying in was small, so for now we were staying back here again. I wonder if any couple has moved so many times as us.  

Reaching on our floor, I opened the door with my spare key. Aman was carrying Amyra around the living room in a circular path. As soon as he saw me, he looked relieved. 

"Is she supposed to cry like that? She has more strength than we do!" he exclaimed. I laughed, "Yeah, and you manage to sleep in this noise." 

"I am definitely gifted," he replied. "I think she is the most beautiful female in my life and I love her but I am a little scared right now." 

I smiled. 

**

Aman's POV

Even though the doctor gave a clean chit of health to Mira, almost a week ago, I still wanted to take it slow. She had refused to get any help and said that we already had a cook and a maid, so she wanted to care for Amyra on her own. 

It was almost evening now and I had just gotten done with a meeting. As I got home, there was already some feeling in the air. 

Something was wrong. Mira saw me and headed to kitchen. Handing me a glass of water, she sat back on the couch with her laptop. Her eyes looked slightly red. 

She had cried.

Did I do something? No, I don't think so.

"Is Amyra okay?" I asked. 

"Yeah, she is fine. She is sleeping." 

"Is everything okay?" I asked, sitting beside her. 

"No," she said. "I called Karthik to confirm about my maternity leave and he said that nothing is final now but the board have decided to let me go." 

"What? Can they do that?" I asked bewildered. 

"They can if they find that my work has not been up to the mark," she replied. "I have been gone a lot in the past one year so they can definitely do that."

"You were admitted in a hospital, Mira."

"Yes but they days before that..." she started crying. I wrapped her in my arms, "don't worry honey, we will figure something out."

"I am jobless now, that's fantastic."

"You are not. With your qualifications and experience, you can find another one or you can work with me. In fact, if you don't want to work that is fine too." 

"I want to. But you are right. I gave a lot to that job, I used to come home around midnight at times. Now,  I will take a break. Until Amyra is like eight or nine months old. I can resign on my own."

"Yes," I said and kissed her forehead. 

"I am not sad about losing the job. I am sad about being a constant disappointment to you, Aman." 

I looked at her in confusion. Disappointment? 

"I come up with some trouble or the other. We separated, but then we finally got back together and then I get admitted in a hospital and now I am jobless. There are so many women better than me out there, who do things in their life  without making a mess. I make messes wherever I go and now I am dragging you along with me."

"Mira, are you that stupid? Look at what we have achieved together. We were young kids once, dating just like many other and now we are husband and wife. Everybody has issues in their marriage, yeah, ours was a little more dramatic but that is okay. Because it was all worth it if in the end I am here on this couch, with you as my wife. There are many women better than you maybe although I am perfectly content in the way you are but still, to me, there is no one else like you. I love you and I would never doubt my feelings for you."

"There is no one else like you either."

I kissed her softly on her lips. Actually ever since she has come home, I have not kissed her properly even once. Even though our bedroom has a door, we were still kind of hesitant with both of our respective mothers living in the same house. Also, she is not allowed to engage intimately for six months at least. 

It wasn't a problem but then she started kissing me back right now. She moved closer, ending the gap between us. 

"Baby, you will have baby number two soon if you continue this," I warned her playfully. 

"You know Aman, I do overthink things and I have always been scared about giving myself up completely to someone else and I am not talking about physically but emotionally. God knows, I have tried many times to shut myself up and not have any feelings for you. But, it is not possible anymore. I love you and now I trust us. We will fight, we will have hard times but it doesn't matter because we are happy together. You are the most funny, handsome, affectionate, caring, responsible, smart, wise and yeah, annoying at times, immature in certain things but also the most understanding man I know.  I promise I will never leave you anymore unless there is a sale going on somewhere!" she giggled. 

"Wow, those are a lot of complements. I am guessing the cook didn't come tonight and you aren't in the mood to cook."

"Is that so obvious?" she laughed. "But I do mean everything."

"Sure, baby. You do."

I smiled. I love her so much, she has no idea. I was just happy now that she was back and along with her someone else too. Someone so precious, slightly scary with her crying skills but equally beautiful. 

 **