Forever His

Chapter 94: Our Baby

Shahmeer's POV:

It was the next day. 

We're home — just the two of us. The day's winding down, but something about Mahnoor's silence is louder than usual. She walks into the room holding two Nike shoeboxes, her expression unreadable. I can't tell if she's hiding a smile or trying not to frown.

"Here," she says, placing them in front of me.

I sit up straighter on the couch. "What's this?"

"Just open it," she says, folding her arms.

There's something in her voice — too calm. Too neutral. It makes me uneasy.

"Okay, now you're scaring me," I mutter, eyeing her cautiously. "You're being way too... composed. Is this one of those pranks that end with me getting slapped with whipped cream or something?"

She lets out a breath that might be a laugh or might be nerves. "Just open the boxes, Shahmeer."

I raise my hands in surrender and reach for the first one. It's a pair of trainers — black, sleek, the kind I like. I pull one out and turn it in my hands.

"Thanks," I say, genuinely pleased. "I was actually thinking about getting a new pair soon. You always know."

"Mm," she hums. "Now open the other one."

I glance up at her again. Still that same unreadable face. Still trying hard not to give anything away. I squint at her, suspicious, then pull the second box toward me.

The lid comes off.

And inside—

Same black Nike shoes.

But they're tiny. Like ridiculously tiny. Small enough to fit in the palm of my hand.

I frown. "Okay... who's this supposed to fit?"

"Look under the shoes," she says, voice quieter this time.

I lift them gently and place them to the side.

And there it is.

A white onesie with the word baby stitched across the front.

And beside it...

A pregnancy test.

Positive.

My brain doesn't register it at first. It's like the world goes blank for a second. My eyes are glued to the two pink lines like they're in a different language.

Wait.

Wait.

No.

Yes.

Yes?

I slowly look up at her, my mouth open, my hands frozen over the onesie. Her face is soft now. Her bottom lip trembles a little. Still quiet. Still watching me.

And then the realization hits me like a tidal wave — warm, fierce, and overwhelming.

"You're—" I can't even finish the sentence. "You're serious?"

She just nods.

I don't even know when I move. One second I'm sitting, the next I'm on my feet, launching forward and wrapping my arms around her so tightly I'm not sure if we're breathing the same air anymore.

"You're pregnant?" I whisper into her neck, and then louder, full of disbelief and awe, "You're pregnant."

I pull back and look into her eyes, my hands cupping her cheeks, framing her like she's the most precious thing the world's ever made.