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Hey! I just want to say thank you for making it this far.

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I'm sick again, I don't think my body understands how I hate being sick but I had a feeling this one will be longer because this condition is a totally different one.

I have been pregnant before, twice. Even though not in the best circumstances, I still have and I know what and how I felt. I'm feeling it again.

That feeling of togetherness, something moving slightly, you'll think you're imagining it, the nausea, the stupid hormones, mine is not as bad as halima's. The hate for a particular scent and now, I figured it's Hashim's. As much as I would like to hold him to myself when he comes home today, after two days of being with khadija, I couldn't bear the scent of his perfume and some of mine, which I had stopped using.

But then again, I couldn't be so sure. It might just be me imagining things and I still had to go to the hospital, to finalise everything.

I was in the living room watching something on TV and also using my phone, then I heard the gates open then his car drive in. I have become familiar with the routine and I loved it, the anticipation and suspense.

The front door opened, he dropped his keys on the console and came further into the living room. The couch I was on was backing him, so he came and bent over me and kissed my forehead.

"Hey baby". He greeted rounding the couch to come sit beside me.

As he did, I felt the spaghetti I ate for lunch threatening to be let free. I placed my palm over my nose, I didn't want to but I tell you, my mind and body are not in agreement, they never are.

He paused in trying to hug me with an amused expression.

"Do I smell?". He said with a little scoff and I wanted to laugh at him.

"No".

"Then give me a hug". He tried pulling me in his arms but I moved away.

"Daliah. Stop playing".

"I'm not. I don't like you cologne, take a bath first".

"Why? You didn't have a problem with it before".

"Yes, I'm sick so I feel nauseous". His expression turned to that of worry.

"You didn't tell me that". He pressed the back of his hand on my forehead to feel my temperature.

"I'm not that sick, but I'll go to the hospital for a check-up".

"Woah, my baby is all grown. This should be the first time you're suggesting to go to the hospital yourself". I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Okay, go and take a deep bath now and don't use your perfumes". He didn't argue anymore.

I went to the kitchen to start prepping dinner then he came back all fresh, but he had used my perfume instead.

"Can't you just stay without smelling like anything?". I said and he shrugged and came to hug me.

"You still smell like yours". I sniffed his neck.

"I use it everyday, so obviously I'll still smell like it". He released me and we made dinner together and after ate.

The next day, we left together in the morning for the hospital. We had to wait a little before finally getting tests done then he said we should go to his office then come back later for the results.

The building had that look of being unfinished but when you look properly, you realise that it was meant to be that way, that's how the look should be. He explained that Adnan, his friend is an architect.

Hashim's office looked like what a normal office would, except there were no much books as you would think. He said he hated anything that had to do with reading, he preferred numbers, he even had a small white board at a corner.

"What are you doing here?". He asked Adnan whom we met seated on a couch in Hashim's office.

"You should look happier to see me. Amarya, as always, looking stunning". He stood up and I shook my head at him. I have come to just accept that, that was how he was.

"Sadiya let you leave the house so early?". Adnan asked settling on the other couch and I sat on one of the seats by his table.

"She sent me out last night, because of you". He pointed at Hashim and accusing finger and I smiled at them.

Sadiya, Adnan's wife, is something else. But I loved their relationship, he literally did anything she said. When he looked at her, it was as if he was seeing an angel. You could tell they were in love, they acted like teens with eachother. All these, I observed when they invited us for dinner one time.

"What did I do". Hashim asked feigning innocence. Adnan turned slightly so he was looking at me.

"Listen to this, I was telling her how happy you two are together and I said it was actually cool having two wives". He paused to shake his head and sigh as if remembering an ordeal.

"She said and I quote; "don't even try it. I can be halima and sadiya, you know they are different ba?". Bro! I was confused!". I laughed, his accent plus the story was something and I was sure sadiya could very well say that.

"I said I was only joking, then she said; "that's what you all say, I'm just joking, two days later I'll see one stupid girl with me. Let me tell you, the both of us are together alone or we are not at all". I zipped my mouth after that. Later, she said I should leave her house". Hashim laughed hard.

"Where's baby siyam?". I asked.

"She's home with her mama, she was very sad I was leaving but I had to. If not I'll see halima instead of sadiya". We laughed again and after someone brought me tea and they coffee, they started working and I used my phone. It was funny how they switched from goofy to serious guys.

After asr, he went back home after promising to visit with sadiya and we left for the hospital. We were asked to go to the doctor and we went to the gynaecologists office. It was a lady.

She smiled as she told us to sit then she searched for my result from a drawer and then sat back with us. She opened the paper and as she read, a smile appeared on her face again and I knew my suspicions were right.

"This is the best part of my job". She told us. "Congratulations Mr and Mrs Ali, you're expecting a baby in 8 months". I turned to look at Hashim but he didn't have any expression on his face.

It made me think, did he not want any children? It was the only logical thing to think considering the fact that he has none with khadija. I became annoyed, but I didn't care, I wanted this child and I will be happy.

I thanked the doctor and she went on to tell me necessary precautions and arrangements for the antinatal checkups. We stood up to leave after.

I walked in front of him as we went to the car. I got in first and he did too but he didn't start the car yet.

"I expected you to be very happy about this". I spoke first.

"Daliah...".

"But I am happy Hashim". My voice broke and I turned to look at him. He held my hand.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel like that Daliah. But, there's an amount of happiness where you cannot even express it. I am very happy, Daliah". He emphasized on the last sentence.

"I'm sorry". He said in a more quiet voice and I sighed and wrapped my arms around him.

"Thank you". He breathed against my neck and we stayed like that for the longest time before we pulled away, he was crying.

We went back home then and he was pretty careful with me, apparently he listened very well to what the doctor said. Even when we went back home, he kept glancing at my flat belly.

He actually called halima and Baba to tell them, halima okay but Baba?, seriously?. They were both happy though and halima even wanted to appear in Kaduna the next day but I refused it, she had afreen to take care of and I'm fine.

Annoor was ecstatic, she displayed her happiness more, she yelled and jumped and even started planning for names and how the baby would go to her for holiday. I told her to calm down.

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Am I the only one that loves Adnan and sadiya, even though we haven't met them properly.

I actually wanted this to be the last chapter, but we should go on for a little longer, just a little bit. So, I'm trying to say, we are coming to the end!

Please vote, share and tell me your thoughts on everything.

See you later!

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