A Muslim's Romantic Journey

Chapter 68.

Yusuf’s POV

Hamza had dropped us home after a little trouble we’d had. I’d only bought one car seat and I missed the bid on eBay for the other one because the bidding finished during the time I was at hospital. Also, I was so caught up in the babies that I forgot about it. I was glad I’d bought other essential items, like a cot, already.

The doctors did several checkups on the babies because they were a little premature. They were fine but we had to stay in hospital for a couple of nights. Safia insisted I go home and get rest but it didn’t feel right to leave her with two babies alone in hospital.

We were told that they didn’t let children go home without knowing they had car seats and had safe transportation. We were saved when Hamza told us that Aisha had given us Zidan’s old car seat. I felt bad for taking so much, even though it was old things that may not be used again by them. 

When we got home, Hamza took one baby in and I, the other, both still in their car seats. Hamza put the car seat down once we got inside and told us he’d join us in a minute.

“Hello sweetheart.” I said, taking one of the babies out. I was sure it was the girl.

“That’s the boy. You just called your son sweetheart.”

“Still can’t tell the difference.”

“For goodness sake, he’s wearing blue and she’s wearing pink.”

“That’s pink? I thought it was white.”

“It’s a very pale pink. I really think you need to get your eyesight checked,” Safia said with serious worry.

“My eyesight’s fine! It’s just, they’re a little confusing.” Maybe it was just her nature as a mother that she could so easily tell the difference. And that pale pink looked white from afar.

“So good to be home.” Safia took her hijab off and I could see her relax into the sofa. Hamza came in, dragging a cardboard huge box.

“This,” He said, dumping it into the middle of our living room. “Is from me and Amy.” Safia let out a high pitched squeal.

“Oh my gosh, what is it?” Hamza looked at her weirdly.

“Stuff. Oh, and Hafsa contributed too. Actually, even Amaan got something. Oh, and Faiza and Zayna.”

“I get the point, everyone contributed,” Safia said impatiently.

“Not everyone.”

“Can I open it?” She asked, ignoring him. Hamza nodded and carefully, Safia placed herself on the floor and began opening the large cardboard box. Inside was what seemed like a year’s supply of nappies, wipes, nappy bags, baby soap, baby shampoo, baby oil, talcum powder and other things too. “Oh look, sudocrem!”

“Yeah, the nappy rash cream. Amy insisted it must be included.” They looked at each other and shared a secret amused smile. It was probably an inside joke because I didn’t understand what was so funny about a nappy rash cream.

“Wow, that’s a lot of stuff. Thanks bro,” I smiled, impressed with the goods inside the box.

“Thank you so much Hamza! Jazak’allah khair! May Allah reward you lots and lots!” Safia said while going through everything.

“You’re welcome. I must go now, wife needs me.”

“Stay for a little while,” I said and Hamza shook his head.

“I can’t. I promised Amy I’d help her clean our room.” Safia’s jaw dropped.

“You? As in Hamja, cleaning?”