Mustafa looks into the living room hearing your groan as you sit down after walking in the room from your bedroom upstairs "Did you walk all the way down the stairs?". "I stopped halfway down before getting here" he hands you a water seeing your swollen ankles gently moving your feet off the floor into his lap rubbing them as you watch TV wincing at the baby kicking your belly "Moving around?" you shake your head as he places his hand on your belly quickly pulling away by the rough kick he feels "She just won't stop" he shakes his head crouching next to you "Be nice to your mama little bean don't give her a hard time" you laugh at the moment before wincing again groaning at the all too familiar pain of your bladder being helped up so you could relief yourself waddling due to your ankles and feet calling for him to help you back to the bedroom groaning in relief when he lifts up your belly for a few minutes before gently lowering it tucking you in as you fell asleep doing a few things around the house before making dinner smelling the wonderful rice and pea soup which was one of the few things that you could eat and keep down. He yet again massages your ankles noticing the swelling still hadn't gone done carefully wrapping ice packs around them helping you fix yourself in your pregnancy pillow bringing you a lindor chocolate bar which was your go to craving a month after finding out you were pregnant laughing when he hands you a bag of chips watching movies together smiling when you see the swelling of your ankles down after an hour and a half of them being swelled up falling asleep to him caressing your face after putting the ice packs up propping your feet up and rubbing them placing his hand on your belly feeling your daughter lightly kick his hand whispering to your belly "I love you little bean".
