When Love Lasts✔️

Chapter 35

Sukhpreet Kaur

The dial tone seemed to stretch on endlessly as I waited for Jasleen to pick up, my heart pounding in my chest with each passing moment. Finally, just as I was about to hang up, a click sounded on the other end of the line, and a voice I hadn't heard in what felt like an eternity filled my ears.

"Hello?" It was my mother's voice, tinged with surprise at the unexpected call.

My breath caught in my throat at the sound of her voice, a flood of memories and emotions washing over me in an instant. For a moment, I was transported back to a time when things were simpler, when our relationship was filled with love and laughter instead of the pain and distance that now separated us.

"Mom?" I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, a palpable tension hanging in the air as we both grappled with the weight of our unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

"Sukhi," my mother's voice softened, filled with a mixture of surprise and concern. "Is everything okay?"

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. But deep down, I knew that I needed to seize this opportunity, to bridge the gap that had grown between us and find a way back to the love that had once defined our relationship.

"Mom, I... I have something to tell you," I began, my voice trembling with emotion. "I'm pregnant."

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, followed by a stunned silence that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. I held my breath, waiting for her response, unsure of what to expect.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my mother spoke, her voice filled with a mixture of surprise and warmth. "Sukhi, that's... that's wonderful news," she said, her words tinged with emotion. "I... I'm so happy for you."

Tears welled in my eyes at her words, a flood of relief washing over me at the sound of her acceptance and support. In that moment, it felt as though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, a glimmer of hope shining through the darkness of our strained relationship.

"Thank you, Mom," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "I... I love you."

"I love you too, Sukhi," my mother replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "More than you'll ever know."

As we said our goodbyes and hung up the phone, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope stirring within me. For the first time in a long time, I dared to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for reconciliation, a path back to the love and acceptance that had once defined our family. And as I laid a hand on my still-flat stomach, feeling the flutter of life within me, I knew that no matter what lay ahead, I would face it with a renewed sense of hope and determination, fueled by the love of my growing family and the possibility of healing old wounds.