War

Chapter Thirty-Five

A/N - I am spoiling you all 🫶🏾🫶🏾

I love this chapter (I say that about every chapter)

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One month later...

I'd been held at gunpoint more times than I could count, tortured until I was within an inch of my life by my own father, yet neither of which terrified me more than what was due to happen in the next half an hour.

Aniyah and I were driving to her first ultrasound scan, the one where we would hear our baby's heartbeat, as well as determine if there were more than one.

I didn't know what I'd do if it was twins.

"You know Rio would've driven us here", I could feel my wife's gaze burning into my wrist which was still covered in the damned plaster cast; despite all medical advice I'd been given, I was driving with it today, wanting this to be a private moment between Aniyah and I.

Six days ago I'd gone for my check up appointment and x-ray, only to be informed that my wrist was not healing in the way it was supposed to, and had now been scheduled for surgery in two days time- however I was trying to push that to the back of my mind in preparation for today's appointment.

"Rio drives like Elijah", I commented, knowing that despite my best friend's field of vision being smaller than most peoples did nothing to stop him from being a reckless piece of shit behind a wheel.

Unless Reyna and Sol were in the car of course.

"How are you feeling?", Aniyah asked me, I glanced to my right at her face, then down to her stomach briefly. She was roughly seven and a half weeks pregnant now, and with our baby merely the size of a blueberry, we were yet to see much of a baby bump this far; that wasn't to say that the pregnancy symptoms hadn't kicked in though.

The morning sickness.

The morning sickness.

For someone who despised everything to do with being sick and a woman who was doing so on a daily basis, at times that weren't even the morning, we were...surviving.

In short, I hovered outside of the room and comforted my wife after the worst part was over; there wasn't much I could do in the situation apart from flee, and I despised it.

"Anxiety ridden. Curious. Excited", I reeled off, a smirk tugging at my lips, "I believe it's a girl". Her face lit up as I pulled into the hospital parking lot, wincing at the pain in my wrist; one month on and we were still feeling the repercussions of Ivan's betrayal.

Aniyah's injury had been healing exceptionally well, and while a scar remained where the wound was, and she was still attending physiotherapy sessions, she was thriving.

And I'd expect nothing less.

"Hold your horses, we don't find that out for like another three months", she chuckled, running her fingers through her long red and black braids. She'd had Jasmine round for the past two days braiding them, the whole process looking exhausting for the two of them.