As we walked the stairs of the hospital my heart raced. I dint know how to tell Armaan the thing the doctor told me. I don't know how he'll react. I know what the decision would be, but I wanted the opposite of what he wants. He will never take the decision that I want him to take. Then he looked at me, flashing the warmest smile that melts my heart every time I see it. I was expecting for him to say something about the sadness on my face, but he didn't. He was too busy thinking about the time we'll have after the baby comes. We already have a name picked out ' Sanaya'because I want a girl. But I know we'll soon have the discussions about how Armaan wants a boy.
"Papa will bring you lots of toys", said Armaan in a childish tone. " And I will love you more than you mommy here" ,he finished off looking at me with a grin.
I couldn't hold of the tears. Tears of happiness. Or maybe the tears of the cold hard truth that will change our whole life. Still Armaan didn't see the second type of tears. He will be broken when he finds out.
The car stopped at the front porch of my parents house.
"I want to tell them", said Armaan. His eyes could tell me that he was beyond excited about our own baby coming to this world.
"Okay okay Armaan, Papa wants to tell the whole world about you now doesn't he?" I said exchanging looks from my stomach to my Armaan.
Di was waiting beside Mama and Granny for us.
"Where's dad?" I said
"Still in hospital" said Di
"We have a good news, but dad has to be here" ,said Armaan .
"What's the news? I wanna know now" said Mama with a smile on her face.
"Papa has to be here" I said.
But Armaan couldn't resist it so he spilled it out.
"We are having a baby"
"Congratulations" said mama, granny and di together.
"Armaan" I said being mad.
Armaan stuck out his tongue cutely. His "innocent" face always made me smile to myself.
Then Di along with granny and Mama went to kitchen. Armaan was too smiling to himself, thinking about our future, with our baby. The thought of him knowing the truth about me would break him and his heart into pieces. If, not for me, I have to keep the secret a secret for Armaan, and our baby. Then came the question that I was sure Armaan had in his mind and wanted to ask me, but was too busy with the news of the baby.
"Riddhima whats wrong? You've been in a bad mood since you came from the hospital. "Did I do something wrong?", asked Armaan.
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