Chapter Sixty Two

After a hard day of work, Arnav was grateful to be home. It was rather quiet, but only because his parents had gone out, taking Ahana with them. They had asked to take Aarav as well, but Arnav and Khushi had thought it would better for it to be just them, plus Khushi could use Aarav's company.

Arnav was still mad at Khushi for what she had said to him back in the hospital. He was mainly upset that she had thought of him to be as such and didn't understand how much he loved her with all his heart. Normally after they fought, it wouldn't take too long for them to patch up. But this time was different, this time Arnav had been truly hurt.

Arnav made his way to their room and found Khushi alone, laying in bed, reading. Normally he would find Aarav beside her, sleeping, but Aarav was nowhere to be found.

"Where's Aarav?"

Khushi looked up from her book and took in Arnav, looking absolutely handsome in his navy blue suit, white shirt, and black tie. "His room," she said softly.

Arnav arched his eyebrow in confusion.

"Well he's getting older so... I thought it would be best to start shifting him there. He can't sleep in between us forever."

Arnav nodded in understanding before turning to leave the room. "You know what's best," and he left.

Khushi reached her arm out to call out to him, but he left before she could. She let out a sigh and turned to the baby monitor beside her, sitting on the night stand. She saw Arnav enter the room and loom over Aarav's crib.

"Hey little man," he whispered.

Aarav's chest slowly rose and fell as he breathed, his little hands formed into fists by his head. Arnav bent forward and placed a kiss on Aarav's forehead, then left the room. Moments later, Arnav came back into their room and Khushi looked up at him. She watched him as he took off his jacket and went into their closet. Moments later he came out with a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

When the door clicked shut, Khushi sighed and laid back in bed. This was how it usually went between them, hardly any words exchanged unless necessary. She absolutely hated it!

Should I do what Lavanya suggested? It wouldn't hurt to try....

Khushi put her book aside and got up. She went into the bathroom and found Arnav in the shower. The sound of water pouring filled up the room, making it easy for Khushi to slip out of her clothes and join him quietly.

Arnav was lost in thought, his eyes shut and his hand on the wall. He was suddenly taken away from them when he felt his wife wrap her arms beneath his, holding onto his shoulders as she buried her face in his back. Arnav placed his hands over Khushi's to free himself and turn to her, but her grip tightened.

"I'm sorry," Khushi whispered.

Arnav could feel her warm tears on his back, unlike the cool water that cascaded down both of them. Arnav once again tried to free himself, but Khushi refused.

"I'm so sorry Arnav," she cried. "I never should have said such hurtful things. I wasn't thinking clearly when I said that, I was just too sprung up by my emotions. The last thing I could remember then was what the doctor had said and what I had asked of you, so I reacted that way even though I shouldn't have. I'm really sorry, I know how much you love me, I do, I never should have said any of that!"

Her grip on him tightened as she cried even harder. Arnav didn't say anything and simply looked down at the floor. Moments passed and neither said a word, Khushi sniffling and resting her head against his back. When Arnav felt her grip loosen on him, he removed her hands from his shoulders. Khushi looked at him with wide eyes as she felt her heart crack. He didn't say a word and continued to face his back towards her. Khushi felt even more hurt by that and more tears poured.

He's really that mad at me....

Khushi slowly stepped back from him, watching him. He didn't make any attempt to turn and look at her, and that hurt Khushi even more. So without another word, Khushi got out of the shower and walked back to their room, not caring that she was pouring wet.

He's that angry with me? Did my words really hurt him so much? So much that he wouldn't even turn to look at me? ...he hates me. I hurt him so much that he now hates me!

Tears streamed down Khushi's cheeks as she shuddered and cried, her head bowed. Suddenly she was whipped around and Khushi looked up into Arnav's anger-filled eyes.

"Arnav-"

But she was cut off immediately as he covered her lips with his. Khushi let out a moan and felt him walk them back. When she felt the bed behind her, Arnav let go and turned her around, bringing her back to his chest.

"Bend over," he said, his voice hoarse.

Khushi shuddered and did as he said, supporting herself on her arms. She watched from the corner of her eyes as Arnav grabbed some pillows and placed them under her tummy - not that she needed it, but it was most welcome. Arnav ran his fingers through her wet folds and Khushi shuddered. Without a word, he entered her, causing Khushi to gasp.

The intrusion was most welcome and she absolutely loved it! During her first pregnancy, they had kept sexual activity to an absolute minimum, Arnav very worried about the baby and paranoid the baby would know what they were doing. Now, the second time around, with absolute knowledge from the first pregnancy, Arnav knew better. And with each measured, slow and delicious thrust, Khushi moaned, gripping onto the sheets.

Though the plan was to apologize and seduce him in the shower, this was so much better. Arnav was never demanding during sex, always being the loving man that he is. But right now, the way he had demanded her to bend over had turned her on to the extreme. Maybe it was the hormones or maybe it wasn't - all she knew was that she absolutely loved it.

Arnav brought his hand to her clitoris and Khushi moaned, tossing her head back. She met his thrusts with her own and she was on the brink of an orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum," Khushi chanted.

"Oh no you don't," and Arnav pulled out.

Khushi cried out at the loss, arching her back.

Arnav bent over her and nipped her ear. "Turn around."

With a shudder, Khushi turned to her back. Arnav placed the pillows beneath her lower back, arching her up. Again without another word, Arnav entered her, Khushi arching her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist, Arnav holding onto them as he thrust into her. They were well measured strokes, doing things to her Khushi didn't think was possible, especially at this rate. And once again, it didn't take long for her to start reaching her high.

"Arnav," she whimpered.

But instead of hitting that peak, Arnav pulled out. Khushi mewled at the loss, tossing her head back. She felt Arnav pick her up and when she opened her eyes, she found herself straddling Arnav. She was surprised at their position, but she quickly shoved it away and placed his length inside her. Khushi felt absolutely wonderful, placing one hand on his chest, while the other went into her wet hair. She rode him at the pace she wanted, enjoying every delicious thrust he gave from beneath. This time when she was hitting her peak, Arnav made no attempt to stop her. And when she hit that high note, she felt Arnav tense and thrust into her, releasing his seeds within her.

Arnav picked her up, pulling out of her. He dragged himself up and Khushi wrapped her arms around him tightly, refusing to let go.

"I-"

Arnav hushed her and Khushi looked down, pursing her lips. He stood them both up and Khushi let him take them back into the shower. The coolness of the water felt really good to Khushi, especially after their heated activity. Khushi watched as Arnav picked up her shampoo and squeezed some into his hands. He worked her head, massaging her scalp. Khushi shut her eyes and hummed, relaxing to his touch. He washed her hair and did the same with her body, cleaning her up with her body wash. Khushi watched Arnav as he cleaned her up, before working on himself. When he went get his body wash, Khushi stopped him. Instead, she took it and squeezed some into a bath sponge, then worked across his body. She felt his eyes on her, even as she bent to her knees and worked on his legs. She noticed his length getting hard and she looked up at him. Neither said a word as they searched each others eyes. Khushi couldn't discover much, however, past his steely eyes. So she did what she wanted and took his length in her hands. Arnav hissed at her touch, but Khushi focused on his length. She worked him up with her hands, her hands sliding over the soap. Arnav's hands made their way to her hair, caressing it. He stepped forward slightly, coming back under the cascading water and washing away the soap suds. Khushi continued to work her hands along his length, moving up and down along it, twisting them. As the soap beneath her hands wash away and Arnav was getting closer and closer, Khushi replaced her hands with her mouth.

"Shit," Arnav cried out.

Feeling him swell and pulsate in her mouth, Khushi knew he was almost there. So she brought her hands back where her mouth couldn't reach and worked his length. She looked up at him as his hooded eyes looked down at her, swirling her tongue around his swelling head. In a matter of seconds, Arnav came apart and Khushi felt his hot and creamy cum invade her mouth. She didn't take her mouth off of him, milking him until she got every last drop. When she finally did, Khushi looked up at Arnav. He quickly bent down and hooked his hands under her arms and brought her mouth to his.

"You really do get brave when you're pregnant," he whispered, placing his forehead against hers.

Khushi hummed, shutting her eyes. Neither said nothing for a moment, letting the water cool them.

"I'm really sorry Arnav," Khushi whispered. "I never should have said such things."

Arnav pulled back and looked at her.

"I blamed you for being selfish but... I'm the selfish one."

Arnav's eyebrows met in the middle.

"After all these years of my life, I finally got what I wanted - love, family, to be wanted and essential to someone. And after everything you said to Divya I... I was satisfied with the fact of my life ending because I had gotten what I wanted." Tears pooled into her eyes. "I didn't even stop to think how me leaving this world would hurt you."

"Damn right," he gritted out.

Khushi looked up at Arnav and he caressed her cheeks in his hands.

"How could you even think that? Do you think I could live without you, Khushi? Huh? How could you think that was ever possible?"

Khushi's tears came free as she held onto his hands.

"I love you baby, oh so very much! We all love you and we could never lose you. I need you, Aarav needs you - did you even think how that poor boy would have felt, losing his mother?"

Realization hit Khushi and she gasped.

"Khushi, I know better than anyone what it's like to lose your mother. Even though I got mine back, Aarav wouldn't have. On top of that, he would have lost you way earlier than I had lost my mother. If me losing my mother affected me so much, what do you think it would have done to Aarav?"

The thought of it hurt Khushi and she cried. "I'm so sorry, I'm such a horrible mother and a horrible wife!"

Arnav brought her to his chest and rested his cheek on her head. "Hush... it's okay baby," he said softly. "What's done is done. All that matters now is that both of you are safe and sound, nothing else."

Khushi looked up at him. "Do you forgive me?"

Arnav looked into her eyes. "Your words hurt me a lot Khushi, but I understand now where they came from. I love you Khushi, more than anyone and anything in the world."

Khushi sniffled. "Even if we have a baby girl?"

"Even if we have a baby girl," he chuckled lightly.

Placing a kiss on her forehead, Arnav turned the water off and wrapped them up in towels. He blow dried her hair for her, not wanting her to get sick. He put her in her fluffy white robe and put her in bed to get some rest.

"Stay with me," Khushi whispered.

Arnav nodded and laid down beside her, pulling her into his chest. "Sweet dreams baby."

"Hmm... don't ever let me go."

"Never baby. Never."