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Simon wrapped his own arms around both of them, ignoring Meera’s fake protest. “I’m sure you were brilliant, Meera. But even if you weren’t, even if this is your first or last movie, it doesn’t matter to us. We’ll love you, support you in everything you do.”
Sniffling, but refusing to show her face, Meera ran out of the living room.
The moment the door closed behind her, Simon lifted Anya in his arms and settled into a recliner with her on his lap. His fingers played with the hem of her shirt while he buried his mouth in her neck. Anya arched into his caresses, nowhere near satisfied even after all these months. In fact, after giving birth to Rahul and the long hours with a newborn, all she wanted now was to spend every waking minute kissing and making love with Simon.
“You watched the movie already, didn’t you?”
Anya tried to lie but she’d never been the actress in the family. It was her daughter who’d caught the gene. “Yes. I thought I should be prepared a bit.”
“And?” Simon asked, arching a brow. While he’d made peace with the fact that her family was Bollywood royalty, as was Meera’s mother, he was still the same protective dad she’d met on day one.
Anya laughed, then covered her mouth. “She’s brilliant, Simon. I mean I knew it because Virat doesn’t lie. She even outshines Zara...and that’s saying something.”
Simon groaned dramatically and Anya nipped his lower lip in retaliation. Lacing her fingers through his, he kissed each knuckle. “I wish I could say I’m surprised.”
“We’ll be there with her every step of the way, Simon,” she said. In this matter, she was always the one who gave the reassurance.
“I know. And now that we have a teenager-free house, how long before your family descends on us again?”
“Hey... I guess I should tell Zara then that she shouldn’t take Rahul along with them for the night, as we planned.”
His eyes glittered with desire that was never far away. “I missed you.”
Clasping his face, Anya kissed him sweet and deep and long. “I missed you too. And I want a full night with you, with no interruptions from our teething son.”
“But let’s not waste the two hours we have now, Angel,” he said, before lifting her and carrying her to their bedroom. Where he applied himself dedicatedly to proving his love to her very thoroughly.
Or at least for the forty-five minutes before their son woke up and demanded to be cuddled.
