𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

57

Airah POV:

A week later.

I sit on the bed with Yusuf in my arms while Arsalan prays in the corner of the room. He just finished packing all the stuff. Today is the day I get discharged along with my baby, and I've never been happier.

"Is everything done?" Yasir asks, opening the door. His mouth drops open in shock when he sees Yusuf in my arms. No one in the house has met him except for my father, and I told Arsalan that I didn't want anyone to know that Yusuf would be discharged with me.

"Is he-"

"Yes, your nephew," I smile and say. I gently hold out Yusuf to him, and he looks at me, uncertain. "How do I hold him?"

I laugh and guide him on how to support Yusuf properly. Once the baby is cradled in his arms, Yasir's eyes light up. "This guy's so small."

"He's a newborn, Yasir, for God's sake," Arsalan says, standing up as he folds the mat.

Yasir looks down at Yusuf and grins. "He's so tiny! I feel like I'm holding a burrito." I laugh and Arsalan just shake his head. "Come on let's get going," he takes yusuf from Yasir and puts him in the car seat that he just bought yesterday.

Once Yasir heads to the parking lot for the car, Arsalan finishes paying the bills. We leave the hospital, and Arsalan secures Yusuf in the backseat beside me. "Drive slowly," Arsalan instructs Yasir and he nods.

As soon as Yusuf's eyes flutter open, the room goes silent, everyone holding their breath in anticipation. Talbiya is the first to react, her voice a hushed whisper. "Did you see that?"

Iqra grins and nudges Hiba. "He's got Arsalan's sleepy eyes, doesn't he?"

Everyone chuckles softly, but the moment only gets sweeter when Yusuf's tiny lips pull into the faintest smile. The excitement in the room becomes almost tangible.

"He smiled!" Talbiya squeals, practically bouncing in her seat.

"Already charming everyone," Ziya chimes in, leaning casually against the wall with a knowing grin.

Not missing a beat, Tariq points to Yasir with a playful smirk. "Well, looks like Yusuf's smile is already better than yours!"

Yasir groans, shaking his head with a laugh. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."

Hiba, sitting closest, gently touches Yusuf's little hand. "He's perfect, MashaAllah," she whispers, her voice filled with love.

Ziya chuckles from where he stands, watching Hiba and Yusuf with a soft smile. Looks like we're going to be hearing a lot about Yusuf for a while."

Tariq, leans back and dramatically says, "I mean, come on, the little guy's already the star of the show!"

Yusuf shifts in my arms, his tiny smile fading as he closes his eyes again, snuggling back into me, completely unaware of how much joy he's already brought into the room.

Arsalan POV:

I sit on the bed, Yusuf cradled gently in my arms, while Airah is in the washroom. The little guy stirs, his eyes blinking open slowly, and for a moment, we just stare at each other. "What happened, dude?" I ask, half-joking, still getting used to having these kinds of conversations with someone who can't respond yet.

But then, in the blink of an eye, his face scrunches up, and before I can even process it, big, fat tears spill from his tiny eyes. A loud, piercing cry follows.

Wait-what the heck just happened? Everything was fine a second ago!

Panic rises in my chest. Rocking him gently in my arms, I try to calm him down. "Hey, hey, it's okay! I didn't mean anything, I promise," I say, my voice a bit shaky with nerves. But no matter how I move or try to soothe him, the crying continues.