Destined Hearts

Chapter 47

Madeenah's POV

I wake up in my own bed for the first time in a while. I don't remember falling asleep here.

I sit up in bed and the memories rush back to me. Me falling asleep in the living room and the feeling of being carried. It must have been Muhammad. But why would he bring me to my room and not his?

I check my phone to see it's about 8 am. I'm going to be late for school.

I quickly rush out of bed, take a shower then throw on one of my cotton dresses. This one isn't as form fitting as the other ones so I just wrap a veil around myself and then grab my bag and head downstairs.

I enter the kitchen to grab an apple for now until I get to school and buy something for myself. I pick my keys, wear my shoes and then I'm gone.

I'm almost at school when I remember how Muhammad doesn't like me driving myself but I don't really care as of now when I'm late and I'm upset about his change in attitude. I know I told Hussein I'm not giving up but he really knows how to push a person away.

I shoot him a text to say I'm at school just as I park my car and then I quickly rush to class. I'm just about 10 minutes late when I walk in.

Hafsa waves at me from our usual seats and I head over there.

"This is the first time you're late. Did your hot husband keep you up late." Hafsa waggles her brows suggestively.

She doesn't know just how right she is.

"You could say that." I say to her as I bring out my MacBook and start taking notes.

The class ends about 2 hours later so we head over to the canteen to get some food. I usually get the beef sandwich but I also haven't been able to stomach beef lately. This baby is taking everything I love from me.

I pick the chicken sandwich, twice my usual portion because I've been more hungry lately.

"Oh you are definitely pregnant." My head snaps up to look at Hafsa in shock when we sit down. "I was suspicious last week but I didn't say anything."

"W-what?" I stutter.

"Don't deny it. It's obvious." Hafsa chuckles at my expression. "I'm so happy for you babes."

"You are?" I ask unsure. I didn't realize the unintentional shame I was feeling for being pregnant while in school but me looking for her approval proves it.

"Of course I am. I know you and Muhammad didn't have the perfect start but you guys are happy now and this baby is a blessing."

"Yeah I guess so." I mutter.

Hafsa continues chatting and catching me up on things but I'm so out of it that I just hum and give a few generic replies.

After two other classes, I eat lunch and the next second I'm hunched over a toilet seat, vomiting everything I ate.

Hafsa is waiting for me outside as I fix myself. We have just one more class but I barely concentrate on that.

I'm in my car waving to Hafsa by four as I pull out of the parking lot and out the school gates. I'm so tired by the time I reach home, it feels like I'm going to fall asleep standing but I manage to make it to my living room before I collapse on the couch and doze off.

I wake up right before Maghrib, hop into my shower and then pray. I sit and pray about everything. About my marriage, pregnancy and school too.

My heart has felt so heavy lately and now knowing that I have a baby growing inside me, it just brings more fears. What if I'm not a good mother? What if I become like Anty? What if I die while giving birth?