The next few months were some of the happiest times the little family had ever experienced. Jags' mood swings were often hilarious, and she insisted Sameer visit them at least thrice a week. Firdaus, once he had been over his initial panic, had thrown himself into the preparations for the child with the same precision he applied to everything else. And Sameer had been surprisingly indulgent and had been inordinately pleased when Jags had asked him to be the child's guardian in their absence.
"I'll be the uncle anyway," he said.
"Yes, Sameer," Jags had explained patiently. "But if something happened to us, we would like the child to be yours. Who else could we trust enough with a piece of ourselves?"
Sameer had been rendered speechless.
By the second trimester, Sameer had all but moved back into Firdaus' house, especially when Firdaus was travelling overseas (rather reluctantly) and Jags had developed a tendency to get depressed when she was alone.