“Do we really have to?”, she asked earnestly, as she secured herself with the seat belt after settling next to him.
With his tight grip on the steering wheel and not wasting even a moment, pat came a reply, “No second thought about it”
As the car made its way to the main road, she sat watching the traffic, people, shops and everything that passed her sight, nervously, as she kept crumbling her kerchief involuntarily in her fist.
His warm, soft-touch on her fist broke her trance. They had come to a stop at the signal. She turned to him. An assuring smile, a familiar one, one that had been a cornerstone of their bond, of a decade long journey, greeted her vacillating mind.
“I don’t want to deprive you of any pleasures of the world”, he said, peeking deep in her eyes.
“We are at the crossroads. Why can’t we take a right from here and not the left”, she requested without equivocation.
“You won’t change, won’t you?”, he questioned.
Loud honking suddenly trespassed the uneasy silence that was growing thick between them. The traffic signal had turned green by that time.
She waited anxiously to see where he would steer the car.
Turn on right eased the cobweb of lines on her forehead giving way to an impromptu smile.
“Your wish always was and will remain my command”, he stated in a relaxed comforting tone.
A ray of sunshine glinted in her eyes as she said, “Let our child grow in our hearts together rather than in my womb first and later in our hearts”
For they were now headed towards the adoption house which was on right, giving the turn on the left a miss where stood an IVF clinic of repute.
She, now a ‘mom to be’, by choice, turned her gaze out, this time with her eyes full of dreams of stitching a “patchwork quilt” that would bring the warmth to her empty nest!