Destined Hearts

Chapter 52

Madeenah's POV

"Madeenah." He says.

Just my name. Just my name but in the most torturous way possible. The tone of his voice as he says it makes it so much more than my name. So many unspoken emotions buried into 3 syllables.

My mouth is hanging open but I have no idea what to say. What is he doing here? Wait is he finally here to divorce me? My heart clenches at the thought of it but he wouldn't just show up looking so pained and worried and determined if he was.

"Madeenah." He says my name again.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" I stutter.

"We need to talk." He takes a step closer to me.

I shake my head. "No. There's nothing to talk about that hasn't been said already."

A look crosses his face before he says, "You're sure about that? We've talked about everything? You've told me everything?" He says so simply but there's an underlying tone in his voice.

Well technically no I haven't. "Yes. There's nothing more to say."

Muhammad looks down at his feet and he shakes his head. He chuckles sadly before looking back at me. "So when were you planning on telling me you are pregnant?"

He knows. How does he know? Oh my god does it even matter, he knows. And I didn't tell him. God Hamma warned me of this just yesterday about him finding out before I get to tell him.

"H-how?" I say as my hands shake. I push them into the pocket of his hoodie that I'm wearing.

"I found the tests hidden in your closet." Muhammad takes another step forward. "So were you not planning on telling me? Were you going to ask for a divorce and leave with my child?"

I shake my head as tears gather in my eyes. God things aren't going according to plan.

"I was going to tell you. I was. I just needed time."

"Time for what? To decide what?" He presses on.

"I don't know." I stutter not sure how to explain everything.

"No you do know so tell me. Time for what?"

"Muhammad—"

"No Madeenah. Time for what? Tell me."

"To decide if this is what I want." I blurt out.

Muhammad takes another immediate step back and his face crumples. "Were you... were you going to abort my child?" He questions in a low voice.

What? "No! No that's not what I meant. I would never do that. It's insulting that you think I would." I say. I want to cross my arms but my hands are still shaking in my pockets and he'll notice.

Muhammad visibly takes a breath of relief after I say that. "Okay. Okay. Then why did you say that?" He asks.

"I meant me and you. This baby makes things a bit more complicated between us."

"Things are pretty simple to me."

"No they're not Muhammad."

Muhammad chuckles humorlessly. "You really think I'm going to let you and my child live in another man's house when I'm alive and well? Come on you know me better than that baby."

"First of all it's my brother. Second of all don't call me that. I'm not yours anymore." I try to sound firm but my breath comes out shaky.

"You'll always be mine. Always." Muhammad sounds completely firm as he speaks unlike me.