Chapter 12

Queen0fDarkness

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MafiaQueen

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Chapter 12

• No walking around in boxers
• Clean up after yourself
• No cussing in front of Nyra or Amit
• Do not disturb when I am napping with the kids
• No watching tv loudly after 9pm
• No bringing girls around. This is a kid friendly house.
• More can be added when I think you’re going out of hand

Varun re-read the list of rules that Geet had pinned to the fridge with a magnet.

“You’re being serious?” he looked at her shocked.

“Yes. Do you want to move out of mum and dads?” she countered. “Unless you want to go and live with them again, you’re welcome to”.

“Do you think I’m going to listen to you? I’m older than you”.

“2 years isn't much difference, but yeah you’re going to listen if you want to live under my roof” she crossed her arm staring at him pointedly.

Varun looked like he wanted to argue but silenced himself and nodded.

Geet looked at him curiously and smirked. She had weighed the pros and cons for a couple of weeks and trialled with Varun staying over at weekends when she decided that he could move in completely with her. Amit was 8 weeks old now, she had recovered and had a routine in place. She now had fit appointments with clients in her routine. She could take a break for possibly another 4 months and live comfortably without working; however, she did not want to be dipping into the savings and watching it deplete.

Geet had fixed a time with Rahul for him to take the kids and see them. She’d put her foot down after he came at different times throwing her schedule up in the air. She’d had lawyer draft an initial letter of warning that he sticks to his times and days or she will file for full custody and he’d only be allowed to see the kids with an appointed court officer supervising him. Rahul stuck to the times he was given with his kids though he wasted no opportunity to taunt to Geet whenever he’d come around.

It was Friday again, Rahul arrived after 6pm and knocked on the door.

“It’s open” Geet called out. He entered and saw her trying to change Nyra’s clothes. Amit was snuggled up in a swaddle in his crib downstairs sleeping soundly.

“It’s going to Nyra today. Amit has a cold, so I’ll need to keep an eye on him” she said once she’d finished getting Nyra dressed. “Go get your bag, baby” she ushered her up the stairs.

He pressed his fingers to his son’s forehead checking in on him and looked at Geet.

“Are still going to be doing this?” he asked with a frown.

“Doing what, Rahul?”

“It’s been months, Geet. Can we not move on now? Come back”.

“We’re divorced, Rahul. You were the reason behind it” she countered sharply. Bitterness coursed through her having caught him with another woman in their bed.

“I made a mistake”.

“Mistake? Mistake is mixing the whites and coloured clothes in the washing machine. Mistake is leaving the heater on overnight. Mistake is not getting the car maintenance done” she stepped closer lowering her voice to a sharp whispered hiss. “Mistake isn't having sex in our bedroom. Mistake isn't f*cking one of our friends. I didn’t need to look at you more than once to know you’ve done it a couple of times” she added angrily.

“I’ve said sorry, what else can I do?”

“Nothing. Just focus on Nyra and Amit” she stepped back when Nyra bounced down the steps.

“Ready, daddy!” Nyra excitedly announced running towards him.

Rahul smiled crouching down and tweaked her nose. “Ok, let’s go princess” he clasped her hand into his and walked out throwing Geet a look of disdain.

After they’d gone, Geet closed the door and checked on Amit. She brushed her fingers through his soft tuft of wispy hairs and leaned down pressing a kiss to his head.

With Nyra gone and Amit sleeping, Geet decided to pull out her laptop and checked her emails from potential clients. One of them eager enough and asked for a call back now if it was possible. Geet agreed, she had nothing else, and this was one of the rare moments when there was a quiet stillness in the house.

Geet was halfway through the telephone call when there was a knock to her, she walked across opening the door and pressed her finger to her lip when Maan was about to open his mouth. She returned to her call and Maan walked settling on the sofa making himself at home.

“Of course, Mrs Mitchell” she walked back to the desk. “I will draft different sketches for you, and you can make your decision this way. We can discuss amendments if you want additions or reductions of anything”.

“Brilliant, Geet. I am so very pleased. I do want to a feature exclusive design that captures the attention of everyone. This will be at the storefront”.

“I’ll…” Geet paused wincing when Amit belted out a squark. Geet’s eyes widened and she was worried. The work she’d do for this client would bring in quite some money and she wouldn’t need another client until possibly next month but she needed to close on the agreement. “I’m so sorry, Mrs Mitchell. I’m working from home, please bear with me a second”.

“Hmm, okay”.

Geet pressed mute on the call and looked at Maan who stood over Amit telling him to shush.

“Maan, pick him up”.

“What?”

“Just pick him up please” she begged. “Look, I need to sign this client on to work with me. Please. Please” she pleaded.

“Geet… I…” he frowned.

“Just f*cking do it” she hissed.

His eyes widened seeing her angry and he scowled before he reached in lifting her son.

“Good, now go into the kitchen and pace around patting his back. I’ll keep an eye”.

“Are you being serious?” he gaped at her in shock.

“Deadly. Now please, please” she pleaded batting her lashes.

He scowled and looked down at Amit holding him at a distance with his arms out.

“Bring him closer to your chest, let his head settle over your chest and hold his bottom. Pat his back, rub and walk. He settles down” she quickly said and returned to her call. “I’m so sorry, Mrs Mitchell. As I was saying, I will draft different versions of your imaginations and you can pick out which ones you’d like best to use. I can then discuss it with the supplier and they can have it printed and shipped if you’re happy with the product”.

“That is great, Geet. Would it be okay to give me a sample product so I can see how it seems in the store before I consider a batch of hundreds printed?”

“Of course, I can arrange that with the supplier” she said sitting down on the desk and pulled up the laptop continuing her discussion.

In the kitchen, Maan did as Geet instructed but her son wasn’t quieting down.

Now that they were closer to the patio doors in the kitchen, there were further away from Geet’s work space in the living area which meant she wasn’t disturbed. That didn’t mean his ears weren’t ringing with the vibration of her son’s cries.

“Shush now” Maan looked down at the little baby. “Shush. Stop crying”.

Amit cried even more flailing his arms stiffly.

“Ok, ok. Shut up please” he looked down. “I hate you kids” he grumbled looking around. He searched for something that might shut Amit up. He bounced Amit up and down as he pulled open the drawers and rummaged through them. Unable to think clearly, he grabbed a wooden spoon and started doing little taps on the glass oven door.

Amit turned his head as he quietened searching for the source of the sound. He shifted and sniffed but didn’t cry again.

Oh, thank f*ck Maan thought sighing in relief. His relief was short lived when he felt something vibrate against his hand and a rancid smell wafted to his nose. “Oh, what the ever-loving f*ck…” he turned dropping the spoon and pinched his nose.

Amit stirred and opened his mouth crying.

Geet had finished her call and hurried over, she quickly took Amit from Maan seeing Maan almost gagging. Maan walked over to the sink gagging and dry heaving.

She pressed her lips together trying her best not to laugh. “I’m just going to change him” she told him leaving him to it. “Did you do a stinky bomb on Maan?” she cooed nuzzling her nose with her son. Amit smiled recognising his mother and opened his mouth before smiling at her.

“What do you feed him?”

Geet returned having changed Amit, she checked on his temperature and wrapped his blanket around him to keep warm.

“He’s drinking milk”.

“Drinking milk and he lets out a bomb” he shuddered scrunching his nose in disgust. “I almost died because of that”.

“Wait till you have kids of your own” Geet laughed shaking her head.

“Believe me after that, my swimmers returned and vowed to never impregnate a woman”.

“If you say so, playboy” she chuckled. “I’m surprised that none of your harem of women gotten pregnant with the way you go at it almost every night”.

Maan smirked. “Are you impressed by my stamina that you’re keeping a watch?”

“You wish” she shook her head.

“Shall we play 10 questions again, I think we’ve gotten to know each other enough by now. What’s your favourite sexual position?”

“Maan”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up” Geet scoffed mockingly and walked into the living room. She settled with Amit on the sofa whilst Maan helped himself to making a coffee for himself. Geet had gotten used to it, he dropped by once or twice a week and helped himself to eating dinner or having a coffee at hers when he had no plans with his harem of ladies coming through his revolving door. Geet was tied up with Nyra and Amit and he quickly realised if he wanted to eat or drink, he would have to do it himself.

Geet settled Amit in her arms as he started shifting and opening his mouth. She unbuttoned her top and pulled out her breast and guiding it to her son’s mouth to nurse him. She grabbed the muslin cloth and placed it over her shoulder and covered her son’s head.

“Do you want a tea or coffee?” Maan called.

“Can you grab me the fruit salad container from the fridge?” she answered.

Maan hummed and came into the living room placing it on the coffee table and sat back on the single sofa chair with his hot drink.

Geet grabbed the container placing it on the arm of the sofa and dug into her salad which Varun had diced for her before he left for work. “So, what brings you here tonight?” she inquired chewing on a piece of melon.

“My date cancelled on me, so I was bored”.

“Do you not have any other friends?”

“I do, but the b*stards all got married so when I called them, they had plans with their wives” he shook his head. “Why does it have to be like this after marriage, huh? Friday nights used to be our boys’ nights until these girls came along in their lives. Like, I do love Carina and Nisha but dear Lord… I just want to have a night with my boys. No women allowed. But it changed with their Friday nights being date nights or whatever f*ck night they decide” he complained.

“Because they’re very much in love with their wives and want to spend 24 hours with them” Geet offered a reason.

“Shut up” he looked at her disappointed. “Is that how it was with you and your husband?” he asked slowly.

“Oh, now you’re getting to the rough stuff?” she chuckled.

“Come now, we’re friends”.

“We are?” she looked at him confused.

“Of course,” he nodded animatedly. “Come on, Geet. Dish it. You pretty much know all about my shenanigans and my harem of ladies” he winked.

“My married life wasn’t like that” she sighed staring off into the distant wistfully. “I loved him. We dated and my dad was always against it. But I ignored everyone and went ahead and married him. I mean, who wouldn’t marry the person they love, right?”

Maan nodded in understanding.

“But after a couple months into our marriage, things started changing. Even more so when I’d become pregnant. I put it down to fearing being young parents. We half assed our way through the next couple of years but our relationship never really improved. But I still loved him you know. That obviously all changed and snapped my patience when I returned home one night after visiting my parents and found in bed f*cking one of our friends”.

“Wow. What a b*stard” Maan looked at her shocked.

Geet chuckled. “Yeah, so that’s my story”.

“I may be a manwhore but cheating… that’s a low even for me” he informed as if that would help. Geet raised her brows and he laughed shrugging his shoulder. “Just saying if you think I am like that seeing the different ladies in my life”.

“You’re okay with being a pig and manwhore, but not being called a cheater?”

“Yep. See you know me” he grinned.

“You’re crazy”.

He shrugged smiling and then his eyes widened when the muslin dropped and Geet shifted Amit to the other breast. “F*cking hell. Are your nipples supposed to be that big?”

“Shut the hell up, Maan” Geet covered herself up.

“That might be infected, Geet” he offered. “Nipples are not supposed to be the size of cherries, you know. I know because I’ve seen loads”.

“This is what a nursing mother’s breasts look like” she responded.

“Oh, for f*ck sakes, don’t talk about breasts” Varun squinted as he entered.

“Tell Geet she has to get herself checked. She’s got cherry sized nipples!”

“Dude! F*cking hell. That’s my sister”

“So? I’m thinking about her welfare”.

“Maan!”

“What?”

“Get the f*ck out of here” she gestured to the door.

“Fine. When they shrink and drop off, don’t come running to me crying” he said standing up.

“Get out, dude” Varun opened the door.