A dragged yawn escapes my mouth unexpectedly causing the woman attending to my hair and makeup to look at me.
" I'm sorry I barely got any sleep" I sheepishly say they all smiled.
" When are you due?" the older woman asked while putting on my lashes. It took everything in me not to widen my eyes because how did she know?
" How did you know I haven't told anyone besides a couple of people?" She raised an eyebrow and then nodded.
" Ah, so that's why you've been wearing stuff like this."
"Yeah, but I guess it's getting harder to hide."
She smiled and took a step back, "that's why I asked, you look quite far along."
"I'm due in a couple of months but this stays between us gals okay!" I warn we haven't decided when or even if we will announce that I'm pregnant.
Today was only a rehearsal but they insisted that I get dressed in the full get-up to be ready. The coronation was two days from now and I'm ashamed to admit I haven't mastered one of the important dances.
How I even managed to retain all that information I do not know. I felt like I was back in college with the amount of material I had to remember except I didn't have three months to study and prepare I had a week.
I had to stay up some nights and those nights Aahil pulled me out of the library and into bed and once we went to sleep I went right back only for him to lock the door with the key so I couldn't get back in.
Which I don't blame him for because I most definitely would have stayed there all night.
Not much needed to be done with my hair. I braided it last night and got up early to install a wig. After all the heat my hair has been through I'm taking a break.
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" ok, they definitely added like 20 pounds onto that dress damn!"
I say while rubbing my back. " I told you it was going to be heavy but you insisted." He chuckled and shoved my hand away replacing it with his.
I let out a groan as he ran his knuckles down and focused on my lower back. "Gosh Aahil!"
"You keep talking like that people are gonna think we are in here having sex." He leaned in and kissed my cheek
" Well, no one told them to be nosy my back hurt fuck" a moan slipped out causing him to laugh.
I let out a loud gasp and reached around frantically trying to grab his hand.
"ma almushkilat alati satatawaqaf ean safe yaday ma alkhutb?" (what what w-will you stop slapping my hand? What's wrong?)
I chuckled and finally got hold of his hand. I hurriedly placed it on my belly and pressed it down waiting for one of them to repeat their action.
" What did you feel them move?" he asked. I shook my head but tried to stay still as if that would help.
He moved from behind me and placed his head on my lap while my hand was frantically moving his around.
He smirked and lifted my shirt up giving my belly a small kiss.
"Tifl saghir hal satarkul min 'ajli 'am 'anak takhtabi?" (little baby, are you going to kick for me or are you hiding?
I finally let his hand go and he started pressing his fingertips down as if he were playing the piano.
Before I could even stay anything I felt strong rapid movement and kicks to follow. I gripped the sheet below me and he gasped.
" They moved! HABIBTI THEY MOVED!" I looked down to see the widest smile plastered on his face. Even I couldn't resist smiling myself he placed both his hands on my belly and smothered it with kisses.
YOU ARE READING
Bahlam Feeki
RomansaJamila Barlowe, A young art curator embarks on her journey across the Middle East. Walking into something that was bound to happen sooner or later is this what they call fate or just bad luck only time will tell .....
