41 1/2 weeks
"Habibti, give the ball a break hm?" Give the ball a break why should I NOTHING IS WORKING?
"If you can come up with a better solution be my guest I've tried everything! The bouncing, the stretching, getting fucked every chance I get, spicy food the list goes oooon!" I whined gripping the couch in front of me. I'm a half week overdue and I'm tired.
Matter of fact I don't even think that word even describes my state now. Maybe I'm just lucky because twins come early but THIS isn't early. They are rather late and need to be evicted.
He let out a sympathetic sigh and walked into the kitchen. I smirk and shake my head already knowing what he was coming back with.
He comes back with a bowl of fruit in one hand and his phone already to his ear in the other. I mutter a thank you and begin to rotate my hips on the ball to see if that would help.
"Hi yes, is this Nabila?.....okay well can you transfer me to her?" He sat on the couch and watched as I mopingly ate the fruit he cut up.
"We are at a lost she's tried everything we found that was safe and they are still not here." Before continuing the conversation he put the phone on speaker. So that I could hear.
"At the end of the day, they will decide when they are ready to come out but the longer they stay in there especially now the higher the risks go....I can give you a couple more tips to try but if by the end of this week they don't come you'll have to go take her to the hospital King Bashar."
I closed my eyes and shook my head. This is the one thing I had planned and this is the only thing I want to actually happen. Our official announcement was ruined, war happened so all the future festivities I had brewing poofed out of existence.
Just for once can things go my way?
"Have you tried nipple stimulation?" She asked
"No, the most I do is attach the milk catches. Ever since I started producing my nipples have become extra sensitive so that was out of the picture." She hummed
" and sex?" I sighed
"That was the first thing we tried." I know some say to drink castor oil but I'm not risking it. I'm not trying to shit myself because I decided to drink castor oil that's no longer recommended to do!
"Okay well dear I know stimulating might cause slight discomfort but give it a go okay if nothing starts up tonight I'll come and check tomorrow okay." She said in a comforting tone.
"Okay thank you." Aahil took the phone off speaker and finished up the conversation before getting off. I groaned pushing the fruit aside so that I could get up
I sucked in a sharp breath as I tried to get up pain instantly shot up my back. " fucking hell" I gripped the couch but before I could move again Aahil was right behind me. I winced, feeling a tightening sensation similar to the Braxton hicks that were happening all this week.
"Habibti, what's wrong?" I shook my head I reached back for his hand and he helped me up fully.
I could feel his eyes on me deep down he knew something but didn't know if it was that. "Just my back... can you-"
I smirked tirelessly feeling him lift me up. I just wanted him to help me walk to the room. Normally when my back gets like this then my feet start up. "Aahil, you didn't have to carry me, I just wanted you to help."
"Is this not helping?"
"It is but...-"
"Then I don't see the issue." He said bluntly. I shook my head leaving it up to him to do exactly what you asked for but differently at the same time.
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Bahlam Feeki
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