Third-person POV
Risha is already seven months pregnant. Her cravings and mood swings are getting worse. It’s 2.30 at night. Abhiudey was sound asleep wrapping his arms around his pregnant wife.
“Abhiii!” Abhiudey snapped open his eyes and sat up in a jolt, looking at Risha worriedly.
“Are you okay?” Abhiudey asked Risha, still in a daze after waking up suddenly from sleep.
“Your babies are hungry,” she mumbled with a pout. Abhiudey just can’t resist this cute face whenever she does that.
“And what is it that my babies want to eat?” He asked Risha with a smile, pecking on her lips.
“Mum-mum's handmade chicken pasta,” Abhiudey smiled awkwardly as she demanded.
“Umm, Princess, why not my babies consider eating my handmade food for tonight. As it's latenight, so mamma must be sleep
