Redeeming Love by Shikha Mishra (e book reader android txt) 📖

Disha's POV

“That's the reason I hate babies." I hear him mumble or was it my imagination. Before I can think more on it I get distracted by ro as I see him crawling towards the edge of the bed. I run to another direction of the bed as I see ro reaching the edge of the bed. And in a lightning speed I take him in my arms before his hands can go any further.

He starts laughing as if he found that funny. I take a breath of relief and say “You love to make troubles for me, huh? You naughty boy." I spin him as his voice echoes in the room. I stop spinning him as it will make him dizzy.

As I put him down he instantly takes his thumb in his mouth. He starts sucking it.

So cute.

His looking so cute with his thumb in his mouth. But suddenly I realised that even if that is cute it's not healthy. I very softly jerk his thumb out of his mouth. But he again puts it in his mouth.

Maybe his hungry.

With that conclusion I take him downstairs. Because I don't think vihaan can do correctly what I told him to do. While going down I kept removing his thumb out of his mouth. But I guess he got irritated by my this continuous act for he started crying. I try to stop him from crying even as far as putting his thumb back in his mouth. But nothing works. I start getting anxious seeing very big tears dropping from his eyes one by one nonstop. I pat him on his back, make funny faces but it doesn't work. Suddenly his crying stops as his lips twist in a laugh and he start giggling with tears in his eyes.

“Now you are laughing, huh after troubling me." I comment as a breath of relief escapes my lips.

“Di-disha." I hear vihaan's voice. I realise that I am in the kitchen. Stopping ro from crying made me blur out everything from around me. I glance at front and my eyes widens.

“What the hell happened here? And....what are you doing their." I say as I find vihaan in the kitchen with a bowl in his hand mixing something. But the thing which shocks me more is his appearance and the kitchens appearance. White patches are all over his clothes. The kitchen is a mess with utensils scattered all over the slab.

“I am doing what you told me." he replies. He keeps the bowl on the island and backs away from it as if telling me he is the victim.

“Did I told you to make a mess of the kitchen?" I ask.

For god sake this is not our kitchen. How can he make a mess off it. I have to clean it before aunty can return.

“You asked me to make that annoying baby....."

“Vihaan you can't call him that. His sweet and...cute, adorable and so more." I say.

“Yeah for you not for me. His just annoying and a attention seeker." He replies with a glare intact on ro.

“You are been childish." I comment.

“No I am totally serious." he replies with a very serious look. I shook my head. I glance all around the kitchen.

It will take time to make it like it was before.

“So have you made something?" I ask. I walk towards him. While walking I had to be careful not to put my foot on the juices and some powder spilled on the floor.

“Ofcourse. It was hard since...you know I haven't even ever boiled a water." He says with pride. I glance in the bowl and it doesn't looks edible. Not even a bit. I look up to see vihaan with a ‘I am waiting for a comment' look. I give him a small smile.

“It....looks good. But I think....." Suddenly ro's hand comes flying on the bowl and all the ingredients falls on vihaan. “ro doesn't needs that." I slowly complete my sentence as I wait for some reaction from him. The only thing I can hear is ro's laughing.

“FUCKKKK." Suddenly vihaan shouts that I had to move few feets away from him. Ro's laughing stops completely as if he understands that this is not the time to laugh. Vihaan finally opens his eyes. First his eyes moves down then to me and then to ro.

“Um vihaan instead of glaring ro I think you need to change." I say. I move my eyes away from him for unknown reason.

“Yeah I do. And KEEP. THAT. SHIT. BABY. AWAY. FROM. ME." he replies. I want to correct him on calling ro a bad name but I don't instead I nod my head. He leaves. And a breath of relief escapes me making me realise that I was holding it.

“He is rude, right?" I ask ro. As if he understands he moves his head up and down. I laugh at that. I glance at the added mess and click my tongue in annoyance.

“Before cleaning his and your mess I think I had to fill your tummy. Does this tummy needs something?" I ask ro as I pat his tummy very lightly. I open the fridge and look around for anything. My sight falls on the bottle of a milk. I do a happy dance inside my mind. I pour the liquid in a container and heat it in oven. I wait. The oven tings letting me know that it has been heated.

I get it out of the fridge. Suddenly I realise that I don't know how much hot the milk should be for a baby to drink. I dart towards my room with ro still in my arms. As I reach the room I hear the sound of the shower. Getting my phone I search on google. I find an article relating to it.

I again reach downstairs. I drop few drops of milk on my palm. The milk is not that much hot to hurt. Getting the bowl and a spoon I sit on the sofa. I lay ro on my lap. I tilt his head slightly up and with careful hand I take a spoonful of milk.

I push the spoon towards his lips which makes him open his mouth. Some of the liquid comes out of his mouth. So I start feeding him half of spoon. I stop feeding him as I don't know how much a baby should be feed. I wait for him to go in a sleep so that I can clean the kitchen.

But after sometime he starts crying. I start panicking. I cradle him in my arms and start patting his back while walking back and forth.

“What happened? Why is that brat crying?" I hear vihaan say. I turn towards him and his eyes widens. “WHY. THE. HECK. ARE. YOU. CRYING." I realise that I am crying.