A walk on thorns

Chapter 39| End Of Discussion

Sabrina's POV

"Well, then this is your year, baby girl!" says MJ, his voice light but his smile betraying a hint of pain. The nostalgia shimmered in his eyes, softening his gaze as he looked up at me for approval. I nodded silently, meeting his eyes with an understanding he didn't have to ask for, He was reminded of his childhood.

"We are going to have a grande birthday party for my little angel, a jaw-dropper for those laughing at your earliest inconvenience," he declared warmly, his expression brightening as he spoke. He leaned forward slightly, his laughter mingling with hers as her face lit up with joy.

"Are you serious?!" she screamed happily, her wide eyes fixed on him with wonder.

"Yeah," he said, his tone sincere and steady. "We are going to make it memorable, and we will keep creating memories together." I felt a deep wave of emotion rise within me, watching him give so selflessly. Abdul Majeed truly had the kind of heart that spoke of pure goodness.

"Are you guys coming to our school? Are you going to bake a cake for me, Aunt Sabrina? Am I going to wear a ball gown in front of my class?" she asked in a flurry of excitement, her words tumbling over one another as she gazed up at me with hopeful eyes.

"Of course, darling. You'll wear as many ball gowns as you wish," I assured her warmly, smiling at her eagerness. "Aunt Sabrina will bake you a cake, and Uncle MJ will make one too. And we'll get some from professionals with amazing designs. We'll decorate and make it everything you've ever wished for."

"As Aunt Sabrina said," MJ added, his tone resolute yet tender, "we are going to make it extraordinary for you, Insha Allah." His words were as heartfelt as the sincerity glowing in his expression.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she exclaimed, her joy spilling over as she laughed and spun in place, her little frame brimming with happiness. Watching her, I felt a surge of emotions. Nothing, I thought, was more beautiful than turning one's own pain into joy for someone else. Abdul Majeed's kindness was the very definition of a beautiful heart.

"You are welcome, princess," MJ said, his tone soft and reassuring. "When you go home, make a list of everything you want for your birthday, and we will beat the target, Insha Allah." The way he spoke to her, his eyes brimming with affection, left me momentarily speechless. In that moment, he seemed to embody a warmth that made me feel like a bystander in something extraordinary.

"Okay! We'll do it together with Aunt Sabrina!" she said brightly, her enthusiasm unwavering. Then, with a thoughtful glance at the table, she added, "Now I'll go and finish the other drawing there." Her small steps were deliberate as she moved away but paused, turning back to look at me. "Aunt Sabrina, will you tell Mommy?" she asked innocently, blinking at me with wide, expectant eyes.

"Yes, I'll tell her, Insha Allah," I promised with a gentle nod. "We have no problem with that. Now, relax and be happy, okay?" She beamed, satisfied with my answer, and skipped away to her drawing.

I turned toward MJ, about to speak, but he stopped me with a soft "Shhhhh," meeting my gaze with quiet intensity. I held my breath for a moment, taken aback by the seriousness in his expression.

"But I have to. It's not possible," I said, my voice breaking the stillness.

"She is my princess, and anything for her to be happy, Sabrina," he proclaimed with unwavering conviction, his eyes fixed on mine.

"I know, MJ," I replied softly, my tone a mixture of understanding and concern. "But you opt for a lot. We should make it simple."

"Everything is on me. I will do it for her," he insisted, his words filled with quiet determination.