Azaan

Chapter Twenty.

Losing Their Baby.

Azaan's Pov.

It has been almost an hour and there was no news about my wife and our unborn baby.

Iman had been trying to comfort me but I knew that she would have to leave eventually as she still had a shift at the hospital.

"Iman, you can go. Otherwise you will be late...."

"No...."

"Mr. Muhsin, can I please talk to you?", asks the doctor who has been taking care of Saira.

"Sure".

He then leads me to his office. I needed to know what was happening to my wife.

"I am sorry but we tried to save the baby but due to the heavy bleeding it was impossible. The fall that your wife had was severe that she needed her brain to be drained of the blood clot. She is now out of danger and is currently in her room resting. Would you like to see her?", he asks after explaining what happened to her.

"Does she know about our baby?" I asked the doctor.

"Yes, she does. Let's go to her right now. Because she needs you", he says taking me to her room.

There she was, laying in bed looking at the wall with tears in her eyes.

She looked broken, just like I am feeling now.

I shouldn't have been there with her. But how did she even fall, when she was always careful?

Especially when she disliked wearing heels and always wears Converse or just flats.

I slowly opened the door letting myself in. She turned to face me that's when we broke down together.

I quickly rushed to her side and hugged her.

"I am sorry, Azaan. I am really sorry...."

"Shh!! Its not your fault. Never say sorry for something that you didn't do", I tell her wiping the tears from her face.

Saira's Pov.

I can't believe I lost my baby because of Faryal. I don't know what I did to deserve this from her.

She was welcomed into our house with forgiveness in our hearts but she ended up causing me to lose my baby.

The baby was innocent and didn't do anyone any harm.

I kept saying sorry over and over to Azaan. I blamed myself for this.

I shouldn't have gone back to our room to get Azaan's gift that he might never be able to use now that our baby is gone.

I wished that all of this is just a nightmare and that I can wake up and forget that it ever happened but that was not possible.

"Saira, it's okay. It isn't your fault. This couldn't have been prevented, habibty," Azaan says to me.

It could have been if we didn't bring that evil woman into our home.

I couldn't speak, he just held me in his arms which made me feel safe.

My safe place.

"I love you, my wife. Don't even think that this is your fault. Allah knows best why this happened to us. We can trust Him because He is the only one who has answers to our unanswered questions", he says trying to ease what I am feeling.

The pain of losing my unborn baby.

The anger toward her for pushing me down the stairs for no reason.