NOTE : The following chapter is going to have mature. So beware of reading it

"Will you do something for me?" Shivina's voice trembled with urgency.

"Yes, cupcake, what is it?" I replied, gazing into her eyes filled with love and determination.

"When I'm giving birth to our son, I want you to be there. Will you be there for me?" Her plea tugged at my heartstrings, igniting a fierce sense of protectiveness.

"Of course, cupcake. I'll be there. I promise," I vowed, intertwining my fingers with hers, silently promising to never let go.

"Will you hate if I scold you at birth?" she asked me, a hint of worry lacing her voice.

"Nope, cupcake! I won't be mad at all," I assured her, trying to lighten the mood with a playful grin.

"I didn't think that my birth plan would go so wrong. I'm so sorry!" Her fear was clearly visible in her face, and I reached out to gently caress her cheek.

"Hey, it's okay, Shivina. Sometimes things don't go as planned, but we'll get through this together," I reassured her, offering her a reassuring smile.

"Maybe our son is just eager to meet us all!" I tried to lighten the atmosphere, hoping to distract her from her worries.

"So, do you have thought of a name for our son?" she asked me, her eyes bright with anticipation.

"Probably, Reyaansh!" I told her with a shrug, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of finally choosing a name for our little one.

"Nice pick this time," she praised me, her smile radiant as she leaned in to press a kiss to my cheek.

The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as I made calls to inform our loved ones. Abhimanyu's hurried arrival at the hospital with Ashwini mirrored the excitement rippling through the air. The atmosphere in the room felt lighter, filled with a sense of anticipation and excitement as we waited for the arrival of our son. With each passing moment, our bond grew stronger, fortified by love and shared moments of laughter and reassurance.

"Rohan, how's she?" Abhimanyu's concern was palpable.

"She'd just started having contractions and they asked to monitor her contractions apart," I informed him, sharing his mix of worry and anticipation.

"Oh okay! I'll fetch Azad's uncle and grab a few of your clothes. I'm leaving Ashwini here for Shivina," Abhimanyu volunteered, his readiness to assist evident.

"Thank you, Abhi. We appreciate it," I expressed my gratitude, touched by his gesture.

Meanwhile, Shivina's father-in-law and Abhimanyu assisted me with the preparations as we awaited the arrival of our little one. Deepti, our midwife, provided updates on Shivina's progress.

"You're 4 cm dilated now. Hang in there, Shivina," Deepti's reassurance echoed through the room, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos of childbirth.

As the intensity of Shivina's pain heightened, I held her hand firmly, offering whatever comfort I could amidst the ordeal.

"Shivina, you're doing great. Just a little more push," Deepti's words spurred us on, guiding us through the final stages of labor.

"I'm regretting making you my birth coach," my cupcake muttered.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, our son entered the world, his tiny form a testament to the miracle of life. Tears of joy welled up in my eyes as I beheld him for the first time, his features bearing a striking resemblance to mine.

"Shivina, your son looks so much like you. Let's hope he doesn't inherit your husband's mischief," Abhi teased, earning a playful scowl from Ashwini.

"Abhi, don't jinx it! Rohan may have his quirks, but he's a devoted husband and father," Ashwini defended me, her words filling me with a sense of pride.

Amidst the laughter and chatter, Shivina's brother and sister-in-law, Dhivya, arrived, their faces aglow with excitement as they cradled their nephew for the first time.

"Look at him, he's precious!" Dhivya exclaimed, her adoration for the newborn evident in her eyes.

With a tender smile, I turned to Shivina, overwhelmed with love and gratitude. "You did amazing, Shivina. I love you."

Tears of happiness glistened in her eyes as she whispered back, "I love you too, Rohan Prathap."

AFTER ONE YEAR

"Rohan!!!" I yelled loudly from the room, my voice filled with a mix of frustration and amusement.

Rohan emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, a curious expression on his face. "What happened, cupcake?" he asked softly, stepping closer to me.

"See what Reyaansh has done!" I scolded, gesturing toward our one-year-old son who was sitting amidst a mess of torn soft toy and scattered cotton on the bed.

Reyaansh glanced around innocently, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he took in the aftermath of his playful exploration.

"Dad," Reyaansh babbled in his adorable baby voice, a smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, baby boo?" Rohan responded affectionately, scooping up Reyaansh and planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, eliciting more giggles from our mischievous toddler.

"What baby boo!" I scolded Rohan playfully, rolling my eyes at their antics.

Reyaansh, sensing the playful banter, stuck out his tiny tongue at me, his laughter filling the room.

"You all have spoiled Reyansh!" I exclaimed with a huff, bending down to collect the scattered cotton from the bed.

"Just like how I did to you," Rohan teased, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he continued to interact with Reyaansh, tickling his chubby cheeks.

I shot Rohan a mock glare, but couldn't help but smile at his playful nature. "You're impossible, Rohan," I muttered affectionately.

"Reyaansh turned one, it feels as if he was born yesterday," Rohan remarked, his gaze softening as he looked at our son nestled against his shoulder.

"You're right, Rohan," I agreed, feeling a surge of love as I gazed at Reyaansh, our little bundle of joy who had brought so much happiness into our lives.

How this one year was spent with cute fights and playout sessions with Reyaansh and lots of make-out sessions.

As the time came for Reyaansh's breastfeeding, Rohan eagerly jumped in to assist, much to my initial dismay. Despite my glare, he persisted, playfully pouting and insisting on massaging me, which brought a deep blush to my cheeks.

"Come on, cupcake, let me help," Rohan urged with mischief dancing in his eyes. "A little massage will do wonders for you."

Though I tried to protest, he wouldn't back down, teasing me relentlessly. "You know, I've been practicing my massage skills just for this occasion," he teased, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Rolling my eyes, I chuckled at his antics. "Fine, but no funny business," I warned, attempting to maintain a stern expression.

In those moments, it was just the two of us navigating parenthood together, sharing laughter and occasional frustration.

During midnight wake-up calls from Reyaansh, Rohan always joined me, despite my protests that I was the one breastfeeding and he needed rest.

"You need your sleep too, Rohan," I insisted, frowning as he stubbornly refused to stay in bed. "I can handle it."

"But I want to be here with you," he replied softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "We're in this together, remember?"

He would feign sleep but stay awake until I was finished, offering his silent support. Those early days were tough, physically and mentally, but the presence of Ashwini and Bhabhi eased the burden, offering their help whenever needed.

"Ashwini, you're a lifesaver," I sighed with relief as she handed me a warm cup of tea. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Aww, it's no trouble at all," Ashwini replied with a warm smile. "We're all in this together."

A week after Reyaansh's birth, Azad Papa and Abhi bhaiya inundated us with gifts, filling a whole room.

"Wow, look at all this!" I exclaimed, marveling at the array of presents. "Reyaansh is going to be spoiled rotten."

Abhi bhaiya chuckled, patting my shoulder. "He deserves it, Shivina. He's a special little guy."

Despite the love and attention, Reyaansh remained a calm baby, hardly crying unless his sleep was disturbed.

"He's just like his father," I remarked, watching as Reyaansh contentedly played with his toys. "Quiet and composed."

Rohan grinned proudly, tousling Reyaansh's hair. "That's my boy," he said, beaming with fatherly pride.

Yet, with this love came a fear of spoiling him. Whenever Reyaansh cried, the entire army base seemed to spring into action, scrambling to pacify him and turning the place into chaos.

"Is everything okay?" Yash asked, rushing into the room, his expression filled with concern. "I heard Reyaansh crying."

I sighed, feeling guilty for causing such a commotion. "He's fine, just a little fussy," I reassured him, grateful for the support of our extended army family.

I looked around to see Reyaansh had slept on Rohan's shoulder. "Give him to me, I'll make him sleep comfortably," I said to Rohan

But he shook his head in a no and took Reyaansh to the nursery.

I was cleaning the toys and things from the bed. The whole day I was busy with Reyaansh. I can do a lot of things but I want to give Reyaansh the utmost care and affection that I couldn't ever get.

!!MATURE CONTENT!!

I had cleaned the bed and then felt a hand on my ass, his other hand wrapped around my waist.

"Rohan.." I whispered and my head fell to his shoulder when he nibbed on my sweet spot.

After my delivery, he consulted the doctor asking about intercourse and the doctor told him we could after two to three months but Rohan didn't touch me even after six months saying he didn't want to hurt me. But then I had to forcefully make him understand that we could do it and he didn't have to be so concerned though he was adamant but then some scoldings and cold shoulder from me did the job and he agreed.

When we did it for the first time after labour Rohan ensured to be soft with me to not hurt me. He caressed my stretch marks and kissed every inch of my body telling her how beautiful I was. All my insecurities flew away and I gave in.

His hand traveled to cup my breast and I moaned.

"Fuck baby," Rohan said massaging my breasts.

I was moaning at it. My breasts have been more sensitive after the birth and it just brings me to the edge. Rohan slowly peppered kisses on my neck and his hand massaged my breast making me weak in my knees. He slowly pulled her backward and sat on the bed with me between his thighs.

"Rohan!" I moaned when he pinched my hard bud.

"Rohan.." I whispered holding onto his hand that was going down inside my skirt.

"Reyaansh is sleeping.." I whispered.

"The baby monitor is on, and you need to be quiet if you don't want him to wake up," Rohan said biting the skin of my neck.

My head fell back on his shoulder and I nodded. His hand reached the hem of my panties, and my breath hitched. Rohan tilted my face and took my lips into a passionate kiss. I moaned in the kiss as he rubbed my slit over the panties making me moan. But all those moans got muffled because of the kiss. Rohan's hand entered my wet panties and he rubbed my slit making her moan into the kiss.

"Rohan.." I moaned in his mouth.

"Don't, tease me," He said pulling my face.

Rohan looked at her with a smirk and in no time I was lying on the bed.

"Should I?" he asked tracing the hem of my skirt.

"Oh please! You don't have to ask every time." I said with a pout.

And his shirt along with my skirt was now lying on the floor along with our undergarments. I looked at him with surprise.

"Rohan!" I whisper-yelled at him for tearing my panties.

"Shh" Rohan said removing his shirt.

I covered myself with a quilt and stared at his toned body. He removed his lower and then his boxers. I licked my lips looking at his hard member.

He snatched the quilt from her and hovered over me. He took my lips into a passionate kiss, and I let him devour me. Just like the first time. He pulled back and looked at her, I kept her hands on his chest and he slowly entered me, when he was halfway he rammed fully before I could scream he kissed me muffling it. 

He started moving slowly and pulled back, I was a moaning mess under him. After a lot of hard work, he fell beside me on the bed. Both of us were panting heavily looking at the ceiling, under those sheets. he pulled her closer to him, making me lay my head on his chest.

"Shit!" he said, his eyebrows frowning.

"What?" I asked looking at him.

"Condom!" he said with horror.

I sighed at my man! Who is a dumb head?

"It's fine," I said keeping her head back.

"So are you ready for another child!?" he asked me.

"I don't have any problems," I said with a shrug.

"You can't be serious baby!" he exclaimed.

I bit on his chest and whispered I am.

He pulled her towards his face by her nape, making her look at him, and before he could kiss Reyaansh's cries echoed through the baby camera.

"Cockblocker son!" he said and I slapped at his chest

"Don't say our son like that!" He pecked me and got down from the bed; he wore his lower.

"I'll be back after making him sleep again," he said hurriedly moving towards the washroom.

He came out washed his hands, dried them, and went to Reyaansh's nursery.

I sighed and laid back on the bed. What does he have to do? Nothing. If Reyaansh needed to drink milk only then I used to get up and now he has stopped that too. I get to sleep properly it's always him waking up, even if he is tired; he still takes care of Reyaansh.

He came back after some time picked up me in bridal style and took me to the shower.

There we had another session and then we both slept cuddling each other.