127 Damm coffeee

"Should we buy one?"

"What?"

"Turtle," said Vivan.

"Huh.." Ira got confused for a second.

"Didn't you like the one on TV?"

Her mouth twitched, buy her a turtle?

Vivan laughed at her changing expressions. Being teased Ira bumped her fist on his shoulders. Yet a small smile escaped her lips.

Vivan wiped her tears. Her fair skin turned red, and her cherry lips were tempting.

He bowed to kiss her. As his lips touched her mouth, Ira turned her head.

His lips traced her cheeks.

"No I don't want to" she murmured.

"Why?" Vivan made a dramatic face, "Why don't you give a kiss to your hubby?"

"Umm, I haven't brushed my teeth," she replied.

"I don't mind."

"You haven't brushed too."

"It's okay." Vivan approached her lips. His tongue tried to open her mouth.

Ira shrank her neck and pushed him "Can you... stay away from me?"

"No."

"But you have bad breath."

Does one's nose get more sensitive during pregnancy?

"Okay, I will come back in a few minutes." Vivan dashed towards the bathroom and brushed his teeth.

He came back in a few minutes.

Vivan got close to her and deliberately breathed out on her face.

"Okay now?"

"Smelly!" she held her nose and stuck out her tongue.

He smiled, leaned forward and kissed her. His arms wrapped her waist.

Ira encircled his neck and deepened the kiss.

Vivan's one hand was holding her head while other slid along her belly to the sweet place. Ira slapped his hand that was roaming around.

She pulled herself back and mumbled..."I taste coffee."

"Hmm."he pulled her close.

Ira resisted and roared, "You drank coffee?"

"I want it now," Ira demanded. From so many days she is trying to cure her coffee addiction. Even after craving and showing signs of withdrawal she maintained her calm.

And this man who made her leave coffee left a flavor in her mouth.

Now it's hard to control.

"Oh okay, I'll make you one." Vivan nodded and licked her earlobe to continue.

"Now.." she demanded.

"Okay," he sighed. Damn coffee. Why did I even make one? He was reluctant to leave.

"Also make me some breakfast hubby."

"Yes, your majesty."

Ira reached out her phone on the bedside table. She ringed Reeya.

"Hello Reeya"

"Oh! Oh! Oh! I can't believe it. Ira babes you called me. Is it you?" from the other side of the phone a sharp voice roared. Ira had to pull the phone a little farther from her ears to prevent bursting of her eardrum.

"Yes," she replied.

"Reeya, Can you go with me for shopping today?" Ira asked straight to the point.

"Shopping...Ah me?"Reeya sounded excited "Oh my God! Ira, you want me to go shopping with you."

"So"

"Of course. When?"

Ira had to meet Reeya. She tried to remember the day of the accident, but even after stressing too hard she had no idea. She had a photographic memory. But what's the use if you can't remember the most important events?