Bahlam Feeki

Chapter 65

Everything was a hot mess. Not only was there currently a war going on Aahil finally found his dad the only person who grieved him was his second wife.

Though she put up a fight and made sure every nasty thing she wanted to say about me was made clear Aahil kept her locked up.

I'm currently 24 weeks making it a whole month since the poisoning and since this useless war started. I jump from the sudden sound of what seemed like to be multiple vases and Aahil cursing at someone.

I jump again from the feeling of my hand being touched but luckily it was only Zuma trying to comfort me.

"It will be over soon." How do you know that though it seemed like everyone who had the tiniest bit of power was trying to mess things up just to see him fall or to kill me?

" I just want all of this to go away." I confess." I'm basically 5 months Zuma and how long does a war last up to years?"

Maybe it was my overthinking maybe it was me assuming but not knowing if he would be here for the twins' birth not knowing if this country will be safe and biggest of all not knowing if he was going to come back to me.

I snuggled and felt a pair of soft hands brush my tears away. "This wasn't how anything was supposed to go sure I knew i-it wasn't going to be rainbows and sunshine but a fucking war. What- what does one even do during that? Are the citizens safe? What about them does no one fucking think before they act?" I bit my lip trying to hold I'm the scream I wanted to let out

"Come in," Zuma says. I didn't even realize someone knocked.

" hal yumkinuni qada' lahzat bimufridi mae zawjatay?" (Can I have a moment alone with my wife?) I looked back all teary-eyed to see my husband standing by our bedroom door.

Zuma rubbed my back and left closing the door behind her.

" habibti." He walked closer to me and I just shook my head crying more. A handful of soldiers were sent out while new ones were being trained in the courtyard which only made the reality of this thrown at you as if it wasn't already.

No more family breakfasts out in the garden, and movie nights no longer existed. I couldn't even step foot outside of our section of the palace.

His hand touched my back and I just wept harder.

"When are you leaving?" I asked he turned me and kissed my forehead while pulling me in closer.

" Sunday."

"You better come back to me!" I pressed my have into his chest not caring if my tears were messing his shirt up. "You better fucking come back to me Aahil Haydar Bashar!"

" I will.... I'll make sure of it." He rubbed my back, "I want you to document everything I hate that I have to be-"

"Then don't go!"

" I can't do that habibti" My cries were audible and it was clear I wasn't stopping any time soon.

" document all the tiny things. Take extra amounts of pictures and videos." He brought his hands around and started rubbing my belly.

"And if I don't make it back in time record the birth." I looked up from his chest and furrowed my eyebrows.

"You will make it back before that there's no ifs and's or buts. I will march my ass down and beat every single one of the mother fuckers up if you dear miss our children's birth!" If my tone wasn't come off that I was serious and meant everything I said. Best of luck to those who crossed my path.

He cracked a smile softening my face, "you're right, I will make it back before they are here." He caressed the side of my face and looked deeply into my eyes.