Romance The accident - by krish_999 (Completed)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

That's the moment Vinnee woke up again and this time he straightaway resorted to crying mode.

"You stop laughing please. It looks really stunning to me but it always wakes him up..."

I said.
She picked him up from the bed and tried to calm him down, only in vain.

"Okay.. Okay give him what he wants. I won't look."

"I gave him enough already."

She said.

"He's a boy, he'll never stop asking for it..."

I joked. She mocked an angry face to me. Then turned the chair away from me and sat down. I switched on the TV and Deepika immediately made a 'ssshhhh!' voice and I turned it off.
Vinnee wasn't satisfied with that solution. He kept troubling his mom. She walked, sat, swung and swayed him with her hands, sang a tune and patted on his hands; but nothing really worked.
Eventually he started crying nonstop.
Deepika looked at me helplessly. I didn't have a clue.

"What now? Shall we see any doctor?"

I thought there's some serious problem.

"No. He needs a baby bed. That's it. But I don't know how."

She meant a cradle for the kid.
I suddenly worked an idea. It was not my idea anyway. I've seen it in many homes. I took her saree and climbed onto the bed. I was planning to tie it with the ceiling fan and make a temporary baby cradle. But Deepika stopped me saying it's dangerous.

"What if the fan falls down?"

I looked at the fan. It was quite an old one. She had a valid point. The fan would fall down over the child and over us.
There was another hook on the ceiling, left vacant. But it was too high. I was sure I can't reach there.
I put the chair under it and climbed on top of it. It was still out of reach.
Vinnee was still crying and it was irritating a bit. But I managed to control myself.

"Come on, give him something. Please. I need to think."

Her face was apologetic and I felt sad for her. What a nonsense. I thought. It was almost 1.30am and we were still restless.
I looked at the ceiling, holding her saree and sat down on the chair.
She turned her head to me and tried to smile.

"I'm so sorry Krish..."

I ignored her apologies. I was still thinking how to tie the saree through the hook on the ceiling.

"Can you tie this, I mean, if I hold you up there?"

She didn't say anything. She looked up and down a couple of times. And nodded slowly.
Vinnee seemed at ease a few moments later.
Deepika lay him on the bed, very slowly, and then came to me. She didn't speak but her eyes were glued to me.
I handed her one end of the saree and asked her to stand on the chair. She held onto my shoulder for support and rose on to the chair.

"Try not to move much. Otherwise, we'll collapse. I will lift you slowly and once you put it through the hook i will put you down. But you don't try to move. Okay?"

I explained.

"Okay."

She nodded.
I bent down a bit and held both her knees tight onto my chest with my hands. Then lifted her up slowly. Though she felt a bit off balance, she managed to hold her body erect by grabbing on to my head. I then slowly rose on top of the chair. She didn't weigh heavy but it was a heavy job. Somehow she managed to hook the saree on the ceiling and pulled the other end down.
She said okay.
Job was done. Then I felt a bit naughty. Instead of climbing down with her weight, I slowly glided her downward, feeling my hands along her thighs first, then to her bum. I could feel the softness in my hands, and I could feel her breast pressing against my face. I instantly had a hard on. I could feel my dick swelling in the confines of my underwear.
Her body fragrance mesmerised my nose again and as I put her feet back on the chair, we came face to face.