Perfect
Author’s Note: The inspo for this fic was: In the season 7 episode "The Table Polarization", Raj talks about naming his first child Dileep after his grandfather.
He’s 32 in this fic, according to the season.
So, some preg fluff, bruh. Like, they’re in the nursery, and it’s all finished, with like a star-constellations night-light like the think they had in the planetarium where raj worked once. And the room is like, space-themed and beautiful.
Warnings: None unless you hate pregnant women or they trigger you
Golden light streamed through the white curtains into the little nursery bouncing off the silver constellations on the navy walls, glowing ethereally as if the stars were stolen from the sky and suspended within that very room.
A couple stood within the room in front of a cradle. Inside, were white linens with a starry blanket and children’s toys placed delicately against a tiny baby pillow. A pillowy soft haven for a delicate child was laid before the couple in anticipation for their first newborn.
The woman leaned against her husband as he slightly elevated her pregnant belly, providing her with relief and momentary reprieve from the babe’s weight resting on her back. Though the woman was exhausted, she seemed perfectly content in that moment, simply swaying in the nursery with her lover as the smooth breeze cooled her heated body. The light reflected on her skin, making her almost glow. The couple was locked in an intimate embrace when he whispered, “What should we name them?”
“Hmm?” She asked lazily, too blissfully.
“The little bean. What should we call them?” he asked gently.
“I haven’t really thought about it. Have you?”
“Since the moment I first met you.”
At his response she grinned widely and slowly turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck, she salaciously asked, “Really Mr. Koothrappali?”
Smiling back at her he responded, “Yes, Mrs. Koothrappali.”
She smiled at her husband before leaning in to kiss him gently.
The man moaned softly as his wife laved his mouth with attention. The sweet taste of her recent craving filled his mouth as he pulled her closer, ensuring not to hurt the baby between them.
When she started running out of air she broke free from the kiss, peppering soft pecks against his lips, unwilling to part from him.
Placing their foreheads together and swaying for a few moments she gently asked, “What did you want to name our little bean?”
He hesitated before saying, “If they’re a boy, I’d like to name him Dileep, after my grandfather. What do you think?”
She hummed at his response before replying, “If they’re a girl, we can name her Deepa.”
Releasing a breath of relief he replied, “Perfect.” Before kissing the forehead of the woman he loved.
