My First Crush Happened To Be My Hubby!
Chapter 76: 7.Handling Two Babies!

Rishi's POV

Anya is a beautiful mother. She is a strict daughter too! She never let's Athai hold the baby for too long. She never let's Athai cradle the baby to sleep. Also she said a strict no to baby swings and rocking. The baby slept in her own crib.

For some reason, the baby is so comfortable when I hold her. She has some features from Anya and some from me. But most of the people who saw the baby said she looks like me.

We were getting ready to sleep. Anya was feeding the baby sitting on the bed while I sat leaning on the headboard. I drew circles on her back. As she was feeding the baby more often, she stopped wearing he bra. Her bare back is so inviting!

"Pch! chumma iru, Rishu! (pch! Stay quiet, Rishu!)"

"Why should I?"

"Because I am feeding your baby and you are disturbing"

"I didn't touch you there."

"Bad boy!"

Riya slept while feeding on to her mom. Anya gently picked her up and put her in her crib and settled down with me on the bed.

"Dei, Oru paiyan pethukkalama? (Dei, Shall we have another baby as a boy?)"

"No more babies! You are not going through all these struggles again." I told her.

"I want a baby boy. Everyone says she looks like you and she is comfortable with you more than she is with me. How is that fair, I had her in my tummy for 40long weeks and she looks like you?" she whined like a baby.

"That's not true. Riya looks like you to me!" I said.

"Poi sollatha da!( dont lie) She looks like you. 95% of the people said she looks like you. I want a baby boy looking just like me." she sat up criss crossing her legs.

Her pyjama buttons were undone and her bosoms were partially visible. I couldn't resist myself from grabbing her boobs.

"Rishu!" she moaned my name!

"You always turn me on with a little show of your soft flesh!" I told her while kneading her dough like boobs.

"Don't waste the milk, Rishu." She pulled my hair to her. Fuck! She will kill me for sure.

When we proceeded, Riya cried. I stopped sucking on her and she went to pick her up. She tried swaddling the baby and rocking her in her arms. Nothing worked. She changed the diaper but still Riya was crying.

Anya grew impatient!

"Give her to me, baby. Let me try!" I took Riya from her.

Once in my arms, Riya stopped crying abruptly. She started playing. I played and talked with her for a while and made her sleep. When I came back to bed after putting Riya in the crib, Anya was in her blanket Did she sleep already? I need her so badly! I went in the blanket too and pulled her shirt up to feel her stomach. My ever reacting wife didn't show any reaction. That's odd! Did she really sleep?

"Baby!" I called her gently. We don't want to wake the baby again.

"Mmm" she is awake.

"Thirumbu, de! (turn to my side!)"

"Mhum!" her voice is not right.

I turned her towards me forcefully and switched on the night lamp. What the hell!? Why is she crying now?

"Baby! What happened? Does it hurt somewhere?" I asked her hurriedly, sitting up and made her sit up too. She shook her head in a No!

"Why are you crying? What's wrong?"

"Rishu!" she started crying loudly. I don't know what happened to her all of a sudden.

"Baby! Sweetie! You had a bad dream? See I'm with you. Don't worry. Please, don't cry. At Least tell me what happened?" I pleaded to her. "Rishu, Our baby doesn't like me."

WHAT? DID I HEAR HER RIGHT?

"Baby?"

"Yes, she doesn't like me. That is why she didn't stop crying when I cradled her. Did you see how she stopped erying and started playing when you picked her? She loves you AND hates me!" she cried even more if it was possible.

What should I tell her now? I really don't know who the baby is now!

"I want a boy baby for sure. Maybe he will love me." she added.

"Baby! Did you hear yourself? Riya is our baby. She is just 2months old. She knows only you and me. She cannot hate her mother, sweetie. You are a wonderful mother She loves you!" I told her.

"You are lying. She loves you. She always gets excited when you are around. She is your baby. She knows the difference between you and me. She even likes mama and my mom. She stops crying when they take her. She hates me." she cried laying on the bed.

What is this? Does every dad have to deal with such a problem? Or am I an exception?

"Baby, Please! Don't cry. Ok! We will have another baby just like you wish." I told her to make her feel better.

"You are just saying this to stop me crying. You don't mean it." she gets me everytime I lie.

"No, baby! Another baby for sure."

"Promise?" she stuck her hand out for my promise.

I promised her! She gave me no choice.

But I never knew Riya would grow just like she anticipated. Riya took my side at all times as she grew. Riya never let us take pictures together. She never let us sit together.

"I have no mother-in-law. Instead I have your daughter!" Anya shouts at times out of frustration. They both always fight with each other for sitting beside me.

"Appa! Whom do you like the most?" Riya asked me.

"I love you the most, kutty!" I told her and my bad time, Anya just heard it.

"See, I knew it. I know this day will come. This is why I wanted a boy baby to myself. I don't love any of you!" She pushed us out of the room and locked it.

Riya was just 1.5years old. I gave her to my dad and knocked on the door.

"Baby, I love you! I just told her because she is just a baby." I told her while knocking.

She opened the door and I was shocked to see her crying. OMG, Riya will grow. But not my baby wife!

"Baby, I love you! I love you the most!" I hugged her and she hugged me back after a 100 slaps on my chest.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐