But all Arnav got in return was raspberries.
Khushi couldn't help her chuckle as she leaned back on the couch. "Give it up Arnav - its not happening."
Arnav frowned at Khushi. For the past few days of their vacation, Arnav had been trying really hard to get Aarav to say dada first, but his son was more interested in his toys and blowing raspberries, as well as chewing on his giraffe.
Arnav held Aarav up, Aarav letting out a giggle around the poor giraffe he was chewing on, his daddy's frown looking very funny to the little one.
"You can't let me down again," Arnav frowned at him.
"And when was the first supposed time he let you down," Khushi smirked, her eyebrow arched.
"When he decided to be a boy instead of a girl," and Khushi couldn't help but to chuckle.
"I'm pretty sure he had no choice in that," she grinned.
But Arnav continued to frown, Khushi still chuckling.
"Ignore Mama," Arnav muttered to Aarav.
"Muh," Aarav said around the giraffe.
Arnav moved the plush out of his mouth. "No, not mama - say dada."
"Mmm... muh."
"No mama... dada."
Khushi grinned at the sight of Arnav's annoyance. Finding the moment just too cute, Khushi got her phone out and began recording the two.
"Come on Aarav, I know you can do it, say dada."
But Aarav only blew a raspberry in return.
"Say dada. Da... da."
Aarav instead plopped the giraffe back into his mouth.
"I guess not," Khushi chuckled. "Looks like mama will be his first word."
"Muh... mum."
Both Arnav's and Khushi's eyes widened and they looked at Aarav.
"Mum..."
"That's it Aarav, you've almost got it," she smiled, her eyes swelling with tears. "You can say it, say mama."
"Ma... mama."
Khushi squealed out with joy while Arnav looked at Aarav in shock, the little baby letting out a laugh like his mother. Khushi got off of the the couch and picked Aarav into her arms, reversing the camera on her phone to them.
"Say it again Aarav, say mama."
"Mama," the little one exclaimed.
Khushi's tears flowed free and she smothered Aarav with kisses, the little one no longer finding things fun, fussing instead. Arnav got up, still rather shocked, but he took Aarav back into his arms.
Arnav let out a sigh. "Oh well... maybe next time."
"I have to let everyone know immediately, we have to celebrate!"
Khushi went rushing to the kitchen, Arnav following behind with Aarav in his arms. There was some chocolate cake in the fridge that they had gotten from the market the other day, so they celebrated with that, Khushi giving Aarav a little bit of it as well.
Too ecstatic, Khushi posted on social media and let the family know about Aarav's milestone, and all of the ladies were ecstatic, the men somewhat bummed because they somewhat expected dada to be Aarav's first word, but an accomplishment was an accomplishment and they were proud of the little one. Lavanya being Lavanya, immediately planned for a family get-together to celebrate the moment. Arnav found it a little too much, but then again his little sister had helped his wife out with her vacation outfits, so he decided not to complain.
But Khushi also had plans of her own celebration, so she decided to get dinner going, and her idea for desert was set - jalebis!
"You've got to be kidding me," Arnav frowned as he watched her.
"Not at all," Khushi grinned.
Arnav looked down at Aarav, who he had placed down in his high chair. "Mama crazy."
"Mama," the little one clapped.
Khushi let out a squeal and did a little dance, Arnav rolling his eyes.
Oh boy, Arnav thought to himself.
*~*
Not allowing Arnav to help her at all, Khushi prepared dinner all by herself, much to Arnav's dismay. Finally everything was ready and everyone settled down at the table, Aarav in his high chair. Khushi had decided to make biriyani for the occasion, and she had made it mild enough so that Aarav could have some as well.
"You really think he's gonna eat it," Arnav asked as Khushi filled Aarav's baby spoon with rice.
"Of course he will, he's had rice before."
Khushi held the spoon out to Aarav and the little one took it with no fuss.
"See," Khushi grinned proudly. "That's Mama's little boy."
"Mama," Aarav clapped.
Khushi let out another squeal and kissed Aarav's cheek, meanwhile Arnav rolled his eyes.
"We get it, you can say mama," Arnav frowned.
"Arnav, don't be jealous," Khushi scolded with a frown.
But Arnav simply huffed and placed some biryani in his mouth.
The little family of three continued to eat, Aarav being a good little boy, eating what his mother fed him. He finished his bowl of food, Arnav and Khushi finishing their food as well. With all of that set aside, Khushi placed the platter of jalebis down, Arnav widening his eyes at the sight of them.
"Khushi, this is a mountain of jalebis," Arnav exclaimed. "Who's going to eat all of this?"
"Both of us- well, mostly me," Khushi shrugged, and she grabbed a jalebi and munched on it, letting out a moan. "This is too fucking good."
Arnav scowled at her, even though he was turned on by the sound of her moaning. "Mouth," he scowled.
"Sorry, I can't help it - I'm too good!"
Khushi took a little bit of the liquid solution on her finger and gave it to Aarav to try. The little one loved it, humming in pleasure.
"See, even he agrees. My jalebis are the best!"
"I don't care, you can't eat too many."
"But-"
"Khushi, no. My little girl will come out fat."
Khushi's jaw dropped as she gaped at him. "What-!"
Arnav got up, taking the platter away, leaving Khushi with only two more jalebis, as well as the one in her hand.
"Arnav-"
"No," he admonished as he got out the plastic wrap.
Khushi pouted at him but Arnav ignored her, continuing to wrap cling wrap around the platter. Once he did, he placed them in the fridge and started working on the dirty dishes. Khushi was still scowling at him, he could see it from the corner of his eyes, but he didn't care.
Aarav noticed the way his mother was scowling, and he thought his mama looked funny, so the little one laughed with a clap.
"See Khushi, even your son is laughing at you, put the scowl away."
"No," Khushi continued to scowl.
Arnav looked at her, humored. "Khushi, Aarav is the baby. Not you," he chuckled, and returned his attention on the dishes.
Khushi gaped at him and got up, stomping over to him. "I'm not a baby!"
"Then stop acting like one," he smirked. "Now are you gonna eat those jalebis or not? I gotta finish washing the dishes."
Khushi muttered some words to herself before returning to the table. She finished up her jalebis and brought the plate to Arnav. While Arnav finished cleaning up, Khushi washed up, cleaning Aarav up as well.
With a huff, Khushi took Aarav out to the back, the two sitting down on the lounger. The evening breeze helped calm them down, or rather, helped calm Khushi down.
Moments later, Arnav joined them, but Khushi ignored him. Arnav was too entertained by his wife's antics, but let her be. He sat down beside her, Aarav in between them. Arnav said nothing, enjoying the breeze, his eyes shut. Khushi would now and then look at him, dropping a few a glares - not that Arnav noticed... which only pissed Khushi off more.
It was getting late, and little Aarav was tired. He crawled over to Khushi, Khushi understanding immediately. So she got up, taking him in his arms, and Arnav got up as well. He headed to the kitchen to get Aarav's formula, meanwhile Khushi went to Aarav's room. Moments later, Arnav came and he took Aarav from her and fed her. Khushi continued to say nothing to him, going back to their room, annoyed.
Arnav is annoying, she thought to herself. Like its just a few jalebis, what's the big deal? Geez! Driving me insane, forever, I mean seriously-!
And a light bulb went off in Khushi's head.
Brilliant.
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