Hasitha's POV
"Ammi…"
Hearing Hashi calling out from the hallway, I quickly turned off the stove, removed my apron with care, and headed toward the living room.
"What is it, sweetheart? Why are you yelling?"
Just as I sat on the couch, Hashi climbed onto my lap. Hashika Ruvith Wickramasinghe—our little symbol of love. After three years of marriage, he came into our lives. Ruhi first considered renting a womb, but I opposed it. I wanted to experience what it felt like to carry a child—what it meant to be a mother. By that time, womb transplants had already begun in Thailand, and being a doctor myself, I had participated in a few such surgeries.
Though hesitant at first, Ruhi eventually agreed after three or four months of constant conversations. A year and a half into our marriage, we went ahead with the surgery.
A year and a half after that, our son came into our lives. Being a man made things a bit difficult physically, but I embraced every challenge joyfully. Ruhi supported me unconditionally throughout. When he first held our child, he cried tears of joy for an hour straight.
As I gently kissed our son's head, his tiny hands slipped under my T-shirt. My little troublemaker—always reaching for my chest, and I pretended not to notice, knowing I had to start keeping him away from such habits. After all, he's picking up everything from his Appachchi.
"Can I have some milk, please?"
He glanced up at me sneakily, and I pretended not to hear him. Predictably, he began to pout.
"Now now, no need to cry. No more milk, okay?"
Snuggling against my chest like a little kitten, he whimpered, and I couldn't help but smile. Such a cunning little boy.
"Who's making my baby cry now?"
Ruhi came in carrying his office bag and another small one. The moment our son heard his voice, he jumped off my lap and ran to Ruhi's leg. He hadn't even heard Ruhi park the car. I went over to take the bags from his hand as Ruhi picked up our son and kissed my forehead.
"Ruhi, go freshen up with the baby and put him in the room. I'll set the table and help him sleep afterward."
"Alright, darling."
While they went upstairs, I set up the dinner table. I don't eat dinner these days, so I only prepared a meal for Ruhi. After Ruhi put our son to bed in the nursery, I lulled him to sleep and came back downstairs.
When I didn't see Ruhi at the table, I checked the kitchen and nearby rooms. He wasn't there, so I stepped outside.
There he was—sitting on the swing chair on the balcony, back turned to me, speaking on a call with someone.
"Appachchi, I've already made myself clear."
"…"
"If I ever come back, it'll be with my husband and my child."
"…"
"They are my life, Appachchi. I don't have a world without them."
"…"
"I'm not coming back just to do whatever you want. Stop sending me these ridiculous proposals. I'm done. May the Buddha bless you."
He ended the call, gripped his phone tightly, and took a deep breath. As he turned around and noticed me watching, he flinched. I tried to hold back my emotions, but the tears I had restrained slipped down my cheeks.
"Darling…"
He walked over and wrapped me tightly in his arms. Against his broad chest, I let out a silent sob as he led me to the swing chair and sat me down.
"Don't cry, honey. It's not good for you—or the baby. Come on, be a good boy and stop crying, alright?"
He gently kissed both my eyes as I slowly calmed down. I tried to speak, but he placed a finger against my lips, silencing me. Then, he began unbuttoning my shirt. Since I had only changed after putting the baby to sleep, I was still in just his shirt and my boxers.
Unfastening the buttons slowly, he parted the shirt and softly kissed the slight curve of my belly—four months along now.
"Was it your father on the phone, Ruhi?"
"What will our baby be like, love?"
"Ruhi…"
"Will they take after you or after me?"
"Stop with the questions, Ruhi…"
He took a deep breath and looked into my eyes.
"What does my stubborn little daisy want to know now?"
"Did your father… disown you?"
"Same old threats, trying to push tradition."
"Because of me… you lost your family, didn't you?"
"Shh… This is my family, darling. If they can't accept you, that's their problem, not yours. Now come on, no more tears. You're a mother of two now, remember? No more crying."
He gave me a gentle kiss and rubbed his nose against mine, making me smile through the tears.
"It's late now. My daisy should get some rest."
"Mmm… but I want…"
I whispered, averting my gaze, and he chuckled, placing a soft kiss on the bridge of my nose.
"What does my daisy want now?"
He carried me back into the room. As he asked again, I leaned in and pressed my lips against the sensitive spot on his chest, making him shudder.
"Darling… this isn't very appropriate…"
"I don't care. I need you tonight."
"Honestly, love… I can tolerate you whining for food. But this… this desperate craving? How can I endure it?"
"Mmh."
He laid me down and, without waiting, kissed me deeply. We stayed locked in that kiss until we both lost our breath. As our lips finally parted, I stared into Ruhi's darkened, affectionate eyes.
"Do you trust me completely, my love?"
As he kissed my forehead, I nodded softly. With my permission, he slowly trailed kisses down my neck, carefully removing my shirt.
"Ahh…"
He gently captured one of my sensitive peaks in his mouth while teasing the other with his hand. His touch was overwhelming—each sensation breaking me down in the most delicious way. When he moved lower, I was trembling, unable to resist.
That night, even though my flat stomach had given way to a growing curve, Ruhi's affection never changed. His lips pressed tenderly to the bump—an act so full of love, it brought tears to my eyes. How much love could one person give, even before their child was born?
The moment his lips left my stomach, his touch trailed down to my thighs, stirring up the impatience brewing inside me.
"Ruhi… please, not again..."
"All right, love."
As I spoke, he bent down and slid off the shorts he had been wearing, removing my boxers in the same motion. His already aroused length pressed against mine, our bodies rubbing together, filling the room with gasps and quiet moans. In a few moments, he pushed me to the edge, and my release spilled into his hand as he leaned down to kiss my forehead.
"Now you're okay, right, sweetheart?"
When he asked, I smiled in embarrassment. He chuckled softly, planting another kiss on my forehead.
"I'll go wash up, my love."
He pulled the bedsheet over me and was about to get up when I grabbed his hand. To be honest, I felt a wave of sadness about him. Just like before, even now, he was thinking more about me than himself—and that made my heart ache. After an exhausting day at the office, he still came home and cared for me like I was a fragile little thing. He'd go so far just to bring me pleasure, even if it meant ignoring his own.
He looked at me curiously, silently asking why I held his hand. Instead of answering, I reached down and wrapped my hand around his member as he started to move away.
"Don't, Ruhi. You're tired. Let me take care of it this time."
"Mmh... no. I want this."
When I replied stubbornly, he looked at me for a moment, then gently laid me down again, placing my earlobe between his lips before trailing kisses over my skin. His fingers slid inside me, and I gasped softly as the sensation of one, then two, and finally three fingers moved rhythmically, preparing me slowly.
"Are you okay, my love? Ready?"
As Ruhi withdrew his fingers and asked, I gave a small nod. Then he kissed me once more, and before long, tears welled up in my eyes as he entered me. Unlike usual, he slid in gently, pausing to kiss along my neck as he moved, his hips rolling and hands caressing my stomach.
"I never imagined I'd reach a point where being touched like this would bring me comfort," he murmured softly as we lay tangled in the sheets.
I turned crimson and buried my face in his chest. He always said the most unnecessary things at moments like these. Later, he helped me clean up, dressed me in fresh clothes, and tucked me into bed, lying beside me with his palm resting protectively over my stomach until I drifted off to sleep.
Hasitha's POV Ends
After 5 Months...
"Congratulations, Mr. Wickramasinghe. This time, you've been blessed with both a son and a daughter."
As the doctor stepped out of the labor room and delivered the news, Hirunya immediately stood from where he had been waiting and approached her.
"Thank you so much, Doctor."
"That's part of my duty, Mr. Wickramasinghe. In a little while, everyone will be moved to the room. I'll be taking my leave now. On the way, I'll inform Dr. Thenuwara as well—otherwise, I'll end up being scolded by his husband."
Hirunya chuckled at the doctor's playful comment. Naveen and Malith had truly turned heads at the hospital. Since Malith had Changed Thenuwara as his surname, many staff members found themselves confused. More than once, someone had mistakenly gone to the wrong Thenuwara's room. The couple was now expecting a child too. Unable to manage time properly due to their careers, they had decided to opt for surrogacy.
Once Hasith had been transferred to the room, Hirunya quietly entered. Hasith looked at him, eyes glistening with tears. Without hesitation, Hirunya leaned in and gently pressed his lips against Hasith's forehead.
"Thank you, Love, for always filling my life with joy."
Hasith smiled faintly as Hirunya whispered those words. With tenderness, Hirunya kissed Hasith's hand—the one with the IV cannula—then walked toward the crib to check on the babies. Two tiny infants, swaddled in pink and blue, lay peacefully inside.
Hirunya gently lifted the baby wrapped in pink, but the moment he held her, both children began to cry uncontrollably. Flustered, he didn't know what to do.
"Ruhi, give them to me."
As Hasith requested, Hirunya handed the baby over. Hasith unbuttoned his gown slightly, guided the baby to his chest, and began to breastfeed. The baby quieted almost immediately. Meanwhile, Hirunya took the other baby and began to feed him with a bottle. Once both infants had fallen asleep, Hirunya carefully placed them back in the crib and sat beside Hasith, wrapping him in a warm embrace.
"The girl is just like you, Ruhi. I'm sure she was the one throwing tantrums in the womb."
"But I wanted the boy to be gentle and innocent like his mother."
"Still, all three of them share your birthmark."
"Really, Love? You're still fascinated by the mark on my back?"
Hirunya laughed, and Hasith softly nudged his chest in response. But their quiet moment was interrupted by a loud voice and an unexpected entrance.
"Where are my boys?!"
Malith barged in and immediately frowned when he saw the babies weren't who he expected. His disappointment was clear. Moments later, Naveen entered, cradling the peacefully sleeping Hasi. Hirunya stepped forward to take the baby into his arms.
"Thank you, big brother , for watching over her."
Hirunya said gratefully. Naveen gave him a warm smile and patted his back as he walked toward the crib.
"Well then, Babe, since I won the bet, I expect my reward."
He whispered teasingly while wrapping his arms around Malith from behind, causing Malith to blush.
"Cut it out, ayiyā. Don't cause a scene. Hiruu, no one here is going to lay a finger on my man, right?"
"Then I'll take whoever's left."
As Malith tried to escape Naveen's grasp, Thirun entered and claimed the remaining baby. Malith pouted in defeat while Thirun hugged Hirunya and gently caressed Hasith's head, smirking as Malith scowled. Once a quiet and reserved young man, Thirun had grown more outspoken ever since meeting Malith, surprising many at first—but by now, it had become the norm. After spending almost an hour with the babies and chatting, the group finally got up to leave. Naveen and Malith stepped out first, followed by Thirun. But Hasith's voice halted him.
"Akāsh wait..."
When Hasith called out, Thirun returned to his side. Hasith looked at Hirunya before continuing. Understanding what he was about to say, Hirunya pulled a chair closer and sat Thirun down, then sat beside Hasith, wrapping an arm protectively around him.
"Tell me, bro."
"I know, Akash, that you're still hurting inside. But what's done is done. Dwelling on the past won't bring you peace."
"The wounds from that arranged marriage haven't healed yet. That's why I can't open my heart to anyone else."
"Then what are your feelings for Malith ?"
Hirunya asked firmly. Thirun, who had been staring at the floor until now, finally looked up.
"Ruhi, you're scaring the poor boy."
"No, Love. He needs to hear this. He's 25 now. I've watched him stand by my side through everything. I can't bear to see him continue suffering like this. That marriage wasn't his fault. That girl and her brother were the reckless ones who drove drunk that night. Why should he carry the guilt? He truly loved her. She should have understood that—even after the wedding. But she didn't. And now he's punishing himself over something that wasn't even real."
"Ruhi, that's enough."
Hasith gently held Hirunya's hand to calm him, and Hirunya took a deep breath. Tears streamed silently from Thirun's eyes.
"Maybe I'll never know what it's like to truly have someone. I've already closed my heart off."
"I'm sorry, man. I lashed out only because it hurts to see you like this."
Hirunya said as he pulled Thirun into a hug.
"I know you're not ready for a new relationship. That's why Ruhi and I decided… to give you one of our children."
Hasith's words left Thirun stunned.
"Hasith, if you're saying this because of something I said before… I only meant it as a joke!"
Thirun exclaimed, flustered. Hirunya chuckled and patted his back.
"We've seen how much you adore Hasi, man. We know how deeply you care. You can raise him. Whether as a single parent or someday with a partner—it's your choice. We trust you."
As Hirunya finished, Thirun hugged them both tightly. When all had finally settled down, Hasith leaned into Hirunya's chest, gazing lovingly at the two sleeping infants.
"Ruhi, what should we name them?"
Hasith asked softly, tilting his head toward him. Hirunya leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
"What kind of name would suit my little daisy blossom?"
"For the girl, let's go with Hiranya Nuwandi. And for the boy, Akeesh Abhilash. Do those sound good to you?"
"They're beautiful, Love."
Hirunya replied, smiling.
"I still can't believe it. That little boy who used to sit with a daisy in his hand when we were kids… is now my entire world."
"I can't believe it either. That same boy who cried alone on a park bench… the arrogant, proud guy from campus… is now mine."
"I love you, my Ruhi."
"Just like always, I love you, my little daisy flower."
Hirunya said this as he pinned the little daisy he kept in his pocket to Hasith's ear.