POP SMOKE
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I was beyond excited to see Bashar perform tonight. The energy at his concerts was always electric, and tonight was extra special because I was there to support him, even though I was a few months pregnant. Bashar had insisted I stay backstage, but I wanted to be in the crowd to feel the full experience.
The venue was packed, and the crowd was lit. Bashar hit the stage, and the place went wild. His performance was fire, as always. The music, the lights, and his presence were everything. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him own the stage.
But as the concert went on, things started to get a little too crazy. The fans were pushing and shoving, trying to get closer to the stage. I felt a bit uneasy but tried to keep calm. Suddenly, a huge wave of people surged forward, and I was caught in the middle. I tried to move back, but the crowd was too strong.
"Yo, watch it!" I shouted, trying to keep my balance. But it was no use. I felt a sharp pain as someone shoved me hard, and I fell to the ground. Panic set in as I realized I couldn't get up. The crowd was too dense, and people were stepping on me without even noticing.
I clutched my stomach, terrified. "Please, someone help!" I cried out, tears streaming down my face. The pain was overwhelming, and I was scared for my baby. The noise of the concert drowned out my voice, and I felt completely helpless.
Meanwhile, backstage, Bashar was wrapping up his performance. As he came off stage, he immediately started looking for me. When he didn't see me where I was supposed to be, his heart sank. He knew something was wrong.
"Where's she at?" he demanded, his voice filled with worry. One of his security guards pointed toward the crowd. "She wanted to be out there to see you perform."
Without a second thought, Bashar pushed his way through the security and dove into the crowd. "Move! Move outta the way!" he shouted, his voice booming over the noise. He scanned the sea of people frantically, searching for any sign of me.
Finally, he spotted me on the ground, surrounded by a chaotic crowd. "There she is!" he yelled, rushing over. With the help of his security team, he managed to create a path and reached me quickly. "Baby, I'm here," he said, kneeling beside me.
I looked up at him, tears in my eyes. "Bashar, I'm so scared. The baby..."
He gently lifted me into his arms. "It's okay, I got you. We're gonna get you to the hospital right now ma." He carried me through the crowd, his face etched with worry and determination.
His team quickly arranged for a car, and within minutes, we were on our way to the hospital. Bashar held my hand the entire ride, trying to keep me calm. "Stay with me, baby. Everything's gonna be alright."
When we arrived at the hospital, the medical team took over, rushing me into the emergency room. Bashar stayed by my side, refusing to leave. After what felt like hours, the doctor finally came out to speak with us.
"Your baby is okay," the doctor said, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. "You're going to need to rest and take it easy, but you're both going to be fine."
Bashar let out a deep breath and hugged me tightly. "I'm so glad you're alright," he whispered, tears of relief in his eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't make sure you stayed backstage. I never wanted anything to happen to you."
"It's not your fault," I said, squeezing his hand. "I just wanted to see you perform. But I think I'll take your advice next time and stay backstage."
He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Deal. As long as you and our baby are safe, that's all that matters."
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Later that night, Bashar made sure I was settled comfortably at home. He was being extra attentive, bringing me anything I needed and doting on me. "You're my queen, ma. Gotta make sure you're good," he said with a grin.
I laughed softly. "You're spoiling me, Bashar."
"You deserve it, baby," he replied, leaning in closer. "Plus, I missed you. That concert was nothing compared to having you by my side."
I looked up at him, feeling the warmth of his words. "I missed you too. Tonight was scary, but you made me feel safe."
He gently cupped my face, his eyes locking onto mine. "Always, ma. I got you forever." He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a slow, passionate kiss. The intensity of the moment made my heart race, and I felt a surge of love and desire for him.
Bashar's hands slid down to my waist, pulling me closer. "You know, seeing you out there, knowing you were here for me, it means everything. I love you, baby."
"I love you too, Bashar," I whispered, feeling a rush of emotions. "You're my everything."
He smirked, a playful glint in his eye. "You and this little one," he said, his hand gently resting on my stomach. "We're gonna be a family, and nothing's gonna stop us."
I smiled, feeling a sense of peace and happiness. "Yeah, we are. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
Bashar kissed me again, deeper this time, as we lost ourselves in the moment. The night had been chaotic, but now, in his arms, everything felt right. We knew there would be challenges ahead, but together, we were ready to face anything.
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