Mayank.
After 3 months.
Div needs to take rest. She needs loads of it. It's a Sunday afternoon. Div is taking a nap. I am in the kitchen making healthy snacks for my daughter. She is sitting on the kitchen counter. Drawing. My little girl is always colouring, drawing, and doing something to get in trouble. She is going to be a trouble maker, I'll tell you that. "Daddy, look" she shows me her art or more like random scribbles. Her little pony tails hang on either side of her tiny head. She already looks so much like her mother. I hear my wife walking to the kitchen, with our son in her arms. He looks so small. Both of them just woke up from their naps. She kisses my lips.
And my son coos in her arms. Not to long ago I thought I would die on a hospital bed, surrounded by doctors and nurses.
But now, I have a wonderful wife who gave me 2 most precious things to me.
We usually end up staying in on weekends, mainly because, my wife gave birth only few months ago. And we've been home with our children, discovering new things about them every day. I am already so proud of them.
Div sits on the table and breast feeds our son. He hasn't been crying or making any noise like his big sister here.
I turn off the gas and fix a plate for her. I didn't make anything fancy, just some roti and paneer. She loves it
I take the baby from her after she is done feeding.so she can eat.
I take him in my arms. "He looks just like you, Mayank" she says, looking up at me.
"You think?" I ask
"Oh, yes".
He looks at me with his huge curious eyes. I kiss his forehead and cheek.
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