My eyes fluttered open to the morning sunlight streaming in through the windows. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, my mind still half-asleep. As I gazed up at the ceiling, memories of the previous night's events flooded my mind – from the office to the warehouse, and then dinner, and— shit!
I turned to look at the other side of the bed, but Rhea wasn't there. The pillow wall was still partially intact, but the bed was empty, and the blanket was askew. I quickly sat up, scanning the room for any sign of her or Aarush.
Panic rising within me, I got out of bed and began searching for them both. My eyes darted to the balcony door, which stood slightly ajar. Without hesitation, I rushed over and peered outside, only to find Rhea peacefully asleep on the balcony swing, with Aarush snuggled in her arms.
A wave of relief washed over me as I took in the scene before me.
But then my eyes drifted to Rhea's chest. She was still in her night suit from last night, her cotton button-down shirt slightly open, with some kind of machine attached to one breast. Shit, this is awkward. It was a breast milk pump machine, something I had read about in pregnancy books.
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