Aahil's pov
I pulled my hair up into a bun as I prepared to put the twins in the baby wrap. I was on baby duty for the next couple of days and this was pretty much going to be how we functioned. Mila had to go to the doctor yesterday and get her IUD put back in after it expelled itself.
Damn near scared the living shit out of me when she screamed in the bathroom. Never in my life have I seen so much blood...and I've watched her give birth.
I honestly feel really bad for her and wish I could do more but the most I can do is bring her food and snacks periodically and take on this duty. She said when she first got it put in which was a couple hours after giving birth. It didn't make a difference since she was already dealing with cramps from recently giving birth.
But she said this time around was worse. The cramps from healing were already starting to subside and now the cramps from getting it reinserted felt like the cramps she had when she used to get her period.
And judging by the fact that she's literally on the floor in some contorted position with the heating pad attached to her I'm going to say they were painful as shit.
"Habibti, do you need anything?" I asked softly while leaning over the bed to see if she was okay. She just groaned and lifted her head. I let out a sigh seeing all the energy drained from her face. She dropped her head back down and let out a pained sigh.
"Where are you going with them... I can watch-" Her voice was muffled but I understood her perfectly well. "No, you are not in a good condition to watch them not even one....as much as I want you off the floor and on the bed I'll let you stay. I'll be back with some snacks and more water." She didn't give a response but I knew she said thank you.
I walked out of the bedroom, closing the door. Softly behind me. "She alright in there?" I looked behind me to find Taheem with a worried face.
"She's....no, but she will be in a couple of days.....I don't really know how long it takes."
He hummed lowly and nodded his head. I walked to the kitchen to prepare the kid's bottles. It was almost time for their feeding. I don't know how such tiny people can drink so much.
"You know you should consider a vasectomy...you know so she doesn't have to go through all that." I chuckled deeply while prepping the frozen milk bags.
"You do know that's not why she got it done right? And I have......I actually have an appointment scheduled for two weeks from now." I love these little ones to death but as much as I enjoy creating the babies and watching them grow eeeeeeh I don't think it would be wise nor healthy to have Jamila pop out one kid after another maybe when these two get older. But I'd like to enjoy just them for now
I cleared my throat and turned around. "Any updates on...?"
I let out a low sigh, "No, and it's making me very angry that there isn't! If I wasn't taking care of these two or Mila I would be out there myself...if they don't find them by the end of this week I'll have no choice but to resort to other methods." Taheem lowered his head, I went to open my mouth only to be interrupted by the sound of someone letting one rip.
We both looked at each other dumbfounded until Taheem started laughing. I shook my head. " I don't think I'll ever get used to that." I started laughing along, "That was a full-on grown man fart! Are you sure that one of them didn't-"
I cursed feeling a wet sensation on my palm. " You jinxed it dude," I said while carefully pulling Nasim out to see if it was him. Taheem chuckled and held his hands up. " I didn't do anything." I checked Nasim's back and he was clear. I walked around the counter and handed him to Taheem who looked nervous. I raised a brow and took him back. " Go! Go sit on the couch you look like a leaf about to fall from a tree."
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Bahlam Feeki
RomanceJamila 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 .....
