MOMII am sitting here writing this, I still find it hard to believe that this actually happened. It all started when my wife was about to deliver our c***d. Anjali and I had been married about three years when she got pregnant. I'm an architect, still trying to establish myself in a big firm. We do all right, not great and we own a nice two-bedroom house in a town outside delhi.Due to some complications, Anjali was bedridden for the last three months of her pregnancy and had to be watched carefully. When it came time for the baby to be born the doctor checked her in early so they could try to control her delivery.Around the time she was about to go to the hospital, my parents offered to drive up from their home in banglore and stay with us to help out until Anjali felt up to taking care of herself. We jumped at the offer since Anjali's parents were both dead and she really doesn't have any other family. My parents have always been great to us and were a pleasure to have around. They were always there for their k**s when they needed them. I was the third of four, two boys and two girls, and so my parents just figured that it was my turn.My Dad is semi retired as a software engineer, though he keeps busy consulting and such and Mom is a nurse, but only part time. So getting away for a while wouldn't be a problem for them. In fact my Dad had a friend of his that wanted him to consult on a development he was building, so he could make it a business trip as well. They originally lived up here, but had moved to banglore shortly after I got married. They are both in their mid-late fifty's and look like every body else's parents. Dad is a little over weight with graying black hair and Mom is tall and thin and has deep black hair with whispers of gray around her face.The cause of all that happened started when Anjali first developed these complications and had to be confined to our bedroom. Along with this came the orders of no sex for the duration. i love my wife very much
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