What the Morning Held

Poornima woke up before Veeresh and lay quietly for a while, staring at the ceiling. Thoughts were swirling in her mind, gentle but persistent. She turned toward him, her voice soft and hesitant.

“Veeresh… what if I get pregnant?”

He stirred, opened his eyes, and looked at her. There was no shock, no panic—only warmth. A small smile curved on his lips.

“I would be happy, bestie,” he said honestly. Then he paused, choosing his words carefully. “But not now. Maybe after one year.”

Poornima listened as he continued, his tone calm and thoughtful.

“After a year, we’ll be settled. More secure. When we have babies, we should be able to fully focus on them—give them time, love, and everything they deserve.”

Her heart felt lighter instantly. She smiled, the worry she hadn’t spoken aloud fading away.

“Sure,” she said, leaning closer and hugging him.

Veeresh wrapped his arm around her and asked gently, “Did you feel bad asking?”

She looked up at him and smiled.

“No. I just asked what I felt. Nothing more.”

He smiled back, relieved and grateful for her honesty.

“Thank you for telling me,” he said, then added with a playful grin, “But remember… I want five kids from you.”

Poornima laughed softly, shook her head, and kissed his cheek. There was no rush, no pressure—only understanding, comfort, and a shared promise of a future they were building together, slowly and with certainty.