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I head to the kitchen, but she is not there as well. Now my heartbeats are getting erratic. Where did she disappear? Her phone is also in the room, so no point calling her. I am going from one room to the other, but am unable to find her. Feeling restless, I hurry to my room to put on a shirt so that I can step out. I am about to enter the walk-in-closet, when my eyes go towards the sliding door connecting to the balcony. It’s slightly ajar. My feet hurry towards the balcony, and to my relief, I see her there, all alone, staring into oblivion. I let out a breath, which I didn’t know I was holding until my eyes fell on her. She is sitting on the hanging swing, legs pulled to her chest, and her chin resting on her knee. I stand there for a while, observing her. My heart winces in pain to see her forlorn face. She is still staring into the night, oblivious to everything else around her while her expression is grave and she looks lost in deep thoughts.
“Are you okay?” I can’t stand there any longer and not do anything about this. Taking long strides, I approach her. Her mouth gapes open as she realises my presence. I pull her out of the chair and then flop down on the swing with her on my lap. Though she tries to camouflage her distress, her hazels reflect her inner turmoil. I kiss her neck, wanting her to feel my closeness.
She smiles at me and doesn’t fuss about our proximity. Instead, she leans back her head on my chest. “Yes,Daddy, I am fine.”
“Don’t you wish to share your troubles with me?” I frown. I hate the fact that she is hiding something from me. Hell, I want to be the first person who she comes to with any troubles in her life. But I refuse to say anything to her at the moment about how much her being a daredevil and ‘can-handle-all-by-myself’ attitude hurts me.
She shakes her head. “It’s not that.”
“Then?”
She sighs heavily. “I was thinking about Rewa’s boyfriend, who I met today.”
“Do I need to be worried that my wife is thinking about another man at this hour?” I ask, keeping my tone even.
She playfully hits my chest and lets out a small laugh. “You have nothing to worry about. You are the only man I have eyes for.”
Her admission puffs my chest.
“Then what about him?” I ask, not having any intentions of letting her brush me off but having every intention of getting the crux of the matter out of her.
“I don’t know why, but I found him to be weird. There is something about him that’s just not right, but I am not able to put it together.”
Now I’m alert. “Did he say something to you or hurt you?”
“Nothing of that sort. It’s merely a sixth sense thing. I know it’s not fair to assume things about him. But I am unable to put my mind to rest. I worry about Rewa. The last thing I would want is any man playing with her emotions.”
“I can understand, Sweetheart,” I say as I kiss the top of her head. “How about I run acheck on him? I have a few detective friends, who I can contact.”
She immediately lifts her head from my chest and looks at me with hopeful eyes. “Can you do that?”
“I can do anything for you, Sweetheart. All you have to do is ask, and it’s yours.”
She nods her head. “Please find if there is anything, or is it just me overthinking.”
“By morning, you will have all his information,” I promise her.
Her face immediately lights up.
“I don’t know what I have done to deserve someone like you.” Her voice is soft and so full of emotions as she adds, “I love you.”
I close my eyes. My emotions are all over the damn place.Every time, she touches a spot in my heart which no one has ever.
“Let’s go on our honeymoon,” I suggest, crossing my fingers that she doesn’t come up with an excuse.
“I would love to, but things are busy right now since we both are helping dad with the bar,” she says and then lowers her voice as she looks indecisively into my eyes. “Can we push our honeymoon by a few days?”
“A month,” I compromise. “I am not happy about it though,” I grumble.
“A month,” she confirms.
I cup her cold cheeks in my hands, wanting to warm her up in whatever way I can.
“Let’s go to bed, Wifey.”
She gives me a shy smile and replies, “Okay.”
In one swift movement, I lift her in my arms in bridal style as I carry her to our bedroom. Stepping into the room, I gently make her lie on the bed like she is the most precious of all. I then slide into the bed beside her, and she rolls on me. Her head is on my shoulder, her leg propping over my hips, and her eyelids droop slowly as tries to keep them open but fails. I wait for a few minutes for her breathing to even out.
