The morning light filtered through the soft white curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. The gentle sound of chirping birds blended with the cool, crisp air that filled the space, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere. This was the same room where, on most mornings, Viyansh and Vaidehi would wake up intertwined in each other's arms, but today, everything was different.
Their once serene mornings had now evolved into a beautiful chaos. Viyansh lay on one side of the bed, while Vaidehi was on the other, separated by their small but lively bundle of joy. Little Vaidaksh had claimed the center, sprawled in a way only a child could manage—his tiny legs wrapped around Vaidehi’s waist, his arm draped across her chest, and his head nestled comfortably against her heart.Vaidehi, with a motherly instinct, had her hand protectively wrapped around his small frame, her fingers brushing gently against his back, even as she slept. On the other side, Viyansh slept soundly with Viyakshi resting entirely on his chest. Her tiny face was snuggled close to his neck, her rhythmic breathing syncing with his in the peaceful morning air. Viyansh’s large, protective hands gently cradled her as she slumbered, completely at ease in her father's embrace.