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May I Have This Dance?

Book : Open Heart (set post book 3)

Pairing : Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Meera Bose)

Summary : Ethan's daughter has a request and he has no way other than fulfilling it.

Category : Fluff

Warnings : None

Rating : General

Word Count : 1481

A/N : Look who is back from the dead. 🙈 Honestly I am so excited to post a fic after literally ages! Anyways this is just some pure fluff which was in my drafts forever and I could not take the time out to sit and edit. But it is finally here. This fic introduces Ethan and Meera's daughter, Avantika or Ava for short and also features their son Ishaan who was first seen in this edit.

Happy Reading Guys! ❤️✨

"Mom, I need to talk to you!," Meera's 11 year old daughter, Ava said sitting down on the breakfast table. "Yes sweetie, go ahead," Meera said, putting slices of toast on her plate.

"You know about the dance on Friday right? And how Jacob has asked me to it," Ava looked down as her cheeks turned red. Meera took a few minutes to recall what her daughter was saying.

Being the inquisitive, talkative and outspoken child that Ava is, she chatters away all day and to remember something out of the innumerous things she says was quite the task.

"Ahh yes darling, I do remember, we bought the dress last week, didn't we?" It finally strikes Meera as she puts down a glass of milk beside her plate.

"Yes. But mom, it's not about the dress."

"Then what is it Ava?" Meera sits down facing her daughter.

"I don't know how to dance."

"Ahh what rubbish! You do know how to dance, sweetheart, you looked so gorgeous when you danced back in the play last year."

"No mom, not that dance! Grownup dance. How you and daddy danced in your wedding photos and videos."

"Ohh I see. Hmm I feel you need a little bit of assistance," Meera said in her most serious tone.

"Yes mom, I want to dance like you. Will you teach me when you come home from work?" Ava's blue eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Oh honey," Meera kneels beside her, taking her face in her hands. "I have so much work at the hospital today. I'll be stuck there all day! Why don't you ask daddy to teach you instead? He has the day off."

"You sure he'll teach me how to dance like you?" Ava questioned scrunching her nose, and doubting her dad's skill.

"I promise. Well after all daddy dances well too," Meera said, placing a kiss on Ava's cheek.

"Kind of, but not better than you," Ava giggles and Meera shakes her head.

"Moooooom we are late," Meera's older son Ishaan rushed down the stairs.

"How many times do I have to tell you to wake up on time? You are not leaving without breakfast, young man."

The next fifteen minutes passed away in a frenzy, as the three of them bustled about the house getting ready for school. Meera waved goodbye to the kids and kissed their foreheads for good luck. Ishaan scoffed but Ava went in for a hug.

As soon as the kids left, Meera took a moment to herself, she let out a long sigh steading her mind and body.

"Damn being a mother was tough," she thought to herself, "but it was so rewarding." She picked up the family picture Ava had drawn from the coffee table and looked at it wistfully.

Glancing at the clock Meera realised how late she was. She finished the rest of her coffee and got dressed to get to work. She woke Ethan up with a kiss, "Good morning handsome."

"Good morning, Rookie," Ethan smiled.

"How was the shift last night?"

"Good and calm. Nothing interesting happened. You are off to the hospital, aren't you?"

"Yes," Meera pressed her lips to his. "Goodbye Ethan," Meera said, getting up.

Ethan clutched her arm, "stay please, Rookie," he said brushing away the loose strands of hair and kissing her once again.

"It's been sixteen years Ethan and yet your reaction remains the same every time we have to work different shifts," Meera laughs, tracing her husband's features with her thumb.

"It might become sixty years, yet it'll keep being the same."

"So cheesy Ramsey," Meera said, making both of them laugh aloud. "I gotta go, you go ahead and get the much deserved rest, okay?" She pulled Ethan into a final kiss before getting up.

"Text me when you reach?"

"You got it boss," Meera does a little salute before heading out.

Ethan sat on the couch with a book in his hand when his daughter walked into the living room. "Dad, I need a little help."

"Yes baby, what's up?" Ethan said, promptly putting down his book and giving his undivided attention to Ava.

"You know about the dance on Friday?" Ava continued to inform her dad about the grim problem she was facing at the moment.

"Hmm that's a serious problem, I see," Ethan nodded in agreement.

"So you'll teach me how to dance like mommy?" Ava's eyes glittering like the stars of the night.

This made Ava smile and Ethan swore she had the same infectious smile like her mother.

Ethan let out a laugh, "see mommy is the best in business, I am nowhere near her, but I'll try my best."

Ethan got down on one knee to get to Ava's height. "May I have this dance, Miss Ramsey?" he said, his blue eyes meeting the ones of his daughter.

Meera came home after a busy day at the hospital, still on the phone with Dr. Rosario. She walked into the kitchen and got herself a glass of water. "I completely understand doctor. Let's continue the treatment and we'll circle back in three days?"

Meera emptied the glass waiting for the response from the other side. "Yes, sure I'll keep you posted," she said and ended the call.

Massaging her temples she put her phone down, the sudden silence of her home contrasted to the entirely chaotic day she had at the hospital.

Moments later she heard one of Ethan's favourite classic waltz music from somewhere in the house. Meera couldn't help but follow it.

What she saw through the little gap in the living room door overwhelmed her heart. Her husband and daughter : dancing. Ethan sure was having trouble crouching down to Ava's level but he didn't leave her hand.

Tears formed in Meera's eyes as she saw them slow dancing and swaying to the music. Ava looking up to Ethan's tall figure with complete adoration and admiration in her eyes and Ethan looking into her mini version with so much love and warmth. Their orbs sharing the same hue of blue.

She brought out her phone and captured this priceless moment. Ishaan walked into the room,"mom you are home." He hugged Meera from the back.

"Shhh, look at them," Meera said in a low voice. "Oh my god, I swear I have never seen Ava so stressed about a school event," Ishaan giggled.

Meera's eyes gleamed with mischief, "what do you say, we go in there and show them who the better dancing duo in the house is?"

"Yes! That's going to be so cool"

"So may I have this dance Mr. Ramsey?" Meera said, taking his hands in hers.

"You got it."

As the music started building up towards a crescendo, Meera entered with her dance partner. As someone who takes dance classes, Ishaan danced impeccably compared to any other fourteen year old. They did a series of complicated steps, and twirls, and finally ended with a dip.

As the music ended, the mother-son duo gave a dramatic bow, to Ethan's applause. Ava was not particularly pleased.

"That's not fair mom. It's me who needs help and you are here showing off your moves with Ishaan!"

"Listen little sis, see I told you are adopted, dance clearly runs in the fam."

"Hey, hey that's enough banter for today," Ethan stepped in between the siblings.

"Yes. Since I am here now you don't need to worry, get hold of your dance partner and follow my lead." Meera said, making the face of her daughter light up.

"But before that I am very hungry," Ishaan declared, flopping down on the couch.

"Ohh me too," Meera followed suit.

"Me three," Ava joined in. The three of them looked at the head of the family.

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose, "I swear you all have inherited this from your mother. And I haven't been able to say no to that face for the past twenty years."

"That's 'I am calling for pizza right about now' in dad's language," Ishaan smirked.

The next few hours are spent blissfully as the Ramsey family continues dancing for the rest of the night.

Later much into the night Meera comes out from the shower to find her shirtless husband sipping champagne on the bed.

"Holy Moly," her jaw dropped on the ground. "You like this, Rookie?" Ethan said, handing her a flute of champagne.

"You bet I do," Meera smiled. "But are you asking me to drink on a work night? What has happened to you Ramsey?"

"One flute won't hurt," Ethan got up and played yet another classical waltz from his phone. "So, may I have this dance, Dr. Ramsey-Bose?"

"Now? In a bathrobe?" Meera questioned.

"Yes to now, no to bathrobe," Ethan cleverly twirled his wife out of the robe as the music mixed with Meera's infectious laugh filled the bedroom.

Thank you so much if you have read till here, it means the world to me. Hope to see you go on other different adventures with me, Ethan and Meera, till then sending love and hugs your way! ❤️

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