Fatal Attraction.

8

As it turns out my dear wife is pregnant.
Her body kept getting worse throughout the night so I took her to the hospital first thing in the morning and the news was broken to us.

She's still not a hundred percent, she's still recuperating.

Honestly I was shocked because I thought we were taking safety measures to avoid having kids until later on.
But I'm also excited, I can't wait.

Having my own child. I always thought I'd have a niece first but turns out I'll be seeing my child.

I also can't deny that the thought of a child making the strings Ruqayyah has attached to me thicker had crossed my mind but I won't let it ruin my excitement, I genuinely can't wait to see my mini me.

I'm going to be a father, there's nothing I'd let ruin that for me.

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Zoya's POV.

Ruqayyah is pregnant and honestly I'm so happy for her.
But I can't help but feel bad about it. That's what I always wanted, a child.

Nasir was all up for it but after we got married he suddenly changed his mind and now he gets furious each time I bring it up.

My parents just came back from their trip, I think finding out about the pregnancy was the reason for it and apparently they're going back in two weeks.

So as a good child I decided to come see them.
I sit on my mother's bedroom couch and wait for her, she has some guests and you can trust she's already boasting about her three weeks old grandchild.

I get my phone.
Staring at my wallpaper.
One of my pre-wedding pictures, the way Nasir looked at me that day now feels a lot like a dream.

I huff.
The door opens and my mother enters with the widest smile I've seen since she reconciled with my father.

"How are you doing?" She asks as she opens her arms, waiting for me to make my way to her.
I smile just staring, I'm definitely not doing that.

She frowns, much like she was disappointed before putting her arms down.
"Your sister said you ignored her when you came in"

I groan "What do I have to say to Fai'za? She hasn't come to visit me in over 6months neither has she called. I come over and she expects me to run and embrace her? That's not going to happen"

She huffs walking over and sitting next to me "Come on Zoya, your younger sister is just going through a lot"

I laugh, sarcastically.
"And what is that exactly? What could it be? Definitely not anything regarding marriage because she doesn't want that. She has this whole house to herself—she's just selfish"

Ma stands shaking her head "I'll talk to her. What she did was wrong. As your sister she should call and check up on you, like your brother does or doesn't he not?"

I shrug.
It's not like he's always calling but we talk at least once a week and Ruqayyah says he asks about how I'm doing alot.

"He's trying"
She smiles "Of course, seeing as he's going to be a father soon" she looks up, looking so hopeful "I've been waiting for this for too long and now my prayers are finally answered"

She turns and smiles at me, noticing my frown she sits back down clasping my hands "Look, our future is already written and there's nothing we can do to change it, all we can do is pray. So don't be hard on yourself, your time will come".

And at that moment, tears welled my eyes "But Ma, it's Nasir's fault, he's the one stopping me from being happy"

She tilts her head looking at me, analyzing me.
"What is it?" I ask.
She huffs "Do you remember what people were saying when your father and I separated? We did it because we didn't want to get divorced but everyone said our relationship was finished, did they not? But look at us now, traveling the world happier than we've ever been. We don't regret the past, if anything we're happy things turned out that way. So don't lose hope and continue praying and Nasir, we'll have a chat with his parents before we leave, okay?" She asks wiping away the few tears that escaped.

I nod.
"Good" she says standing excitedly "Now, I'm going to get the baby clothes I've been buying so far, I'll take them to Ruqayyah tomorrow morning"

I huff.
She just cheered me up and now she's making me feel worse. She's been keeping those baby clothes for years now, I think even before I married Nasir. She stocks them each time she travels with the aim of creating a whole collection. They kept yammering about how they belong to my child and now—I'm not even surprised.

I sat there as she brought out suitcases from her closet, all surprisingly filled out with baby items.
This is all Nasir's fault.

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"No, just the tamarind, thank you"
I was on my way home when I suddenly felt like taking something cold and not water. So there's this restaurant that makes this bomb tamarind cocktail and because the restaurant owner is a friend of a friend i can buy them in bottles.

"How many bottles today?" The bartender asks.
I stay silent, pondering.
"How many bottles is my limit?"

He smiles, a pretty smile by the way "Uh—I think 10 maybe. Each bottle is 1,500"
Honestly, it was worth it. Just one bottle makes my day a whole lot better.

"I'll have the ten"
He chuckles "Ten bottles? Okay"
I raise my eyebrows "You've never seen anyone buy ten bottles?"
He nods "No, I don't think I have"

I smile.
He's good looking and the conversation was nice but reality—there's no point in it.

"Thank you" I say after collecting the bag which was a bit heavy.
"I can help you to your car" he volunteers but I decline "No, thank you"

I freeze when I hear a light chuckle from behind me. It was so familiar, too familiar.
I turn around and there he was. Nasir was seated by a table with two girls, laughing like he didn't have a wife or no problems in the world.

I turn to Malik "Can you please keep this with you, I'll be right back" I say smiling sweetly.
He looks at me questionably but nods anyway.

I strut towards their table and smile when I stand behind him, both girls glaring at me.
He turns around and he goes rigid, his reaction making me so excited.

"Hello there" I smile pulling up a chair and sitting next to him.
He doesn't utter a word as he's still in shock.

"So which one of you is the girlfriend?" I ask flashing a wide smile as I rest my hands on his thigh.

I felt like choking the life out of him. You know when your husband is cheating with someone better than you are there's at least this thought that it's because you're not as good but when she's inferior? It's an insult and a disgrace to you.

Both women look both desperate and cheap and seeing them give me dirty looks with their baked with cheap make up face, it makes me angry, like really angry.

The slightly more good looking one smiles "I am and if you have nothing to say, excuse us"
I nod before turning to him, looking at him with so much pity but at this point he looks furious, I mean with a murderous look kinda furious.

I huff sadly "If this is what makes you come home late, makes you misbehave and make my life a living hell—" I turn and look at her again "—If this is it—then you can do whatever it is you want. Stay out late, take her shopping and do whatever because I'm done wallowing in pain when you don't—" I chuckle "—I thought you had more class and style but I guess I was wrong. I'm never going to feel bad about myself because damn!—this is why no matter what you do or how much you misbehave you'll still come home because you'll never find anyone better" I smile at them one last time before excusing myself and walking back to the bar.

"I've drained the little energy I have left, does your offer with helping me still stand?" I ask Malik.
He smiles "Yes" he turns to another bartender "Ade, I'll help her with her things, I'll be back"

I walk ahead and he follows behind closely.

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