Destined Hearts

Chapter 56

Madeenah's POV

It's been a day since I came back to Mami's house. Muhammad didn't leave until late yesterday but I avoided him. He definitely noticed but being around him hurts. I don't know how to act around him anymore. I can't touch him freely, can't look at him for too long, can't long for him without remembering everything.

I slept in his old bedroom though. I keep saying it's because it's bigger but I know it's to feel closer to him. I shower and brush my teeth before heading out to the living room and kitchenette to make breakfast. The moment I step into the living room I stop in my tracks.

Bouquets of flowers fill the living room. Everywhere I turn to look there's a bouquet there waiting for me. There has to be at least a dozen filling up the living room.

I move through the living room, my hand lingering on the bouquet of red roses, then white ones. There's tulips too and orchids which he knows are my favorite flowers.

I reach the last one on the kitchen counter and there's a card resting on it.
'I could only get a dozen bouquets on such short notice but you deserve more than that. You deserve the world. I'm sorry.'

A smile creeps up on my face at his card and I pick it up. I see him trying but a few roses and a sweet note won't erase anything. I love seeing him grovel though.

After staring at the bouquets for one more second I enter the kitchen to cook up breakfast. I just go for pancakes with orange juice I found in the fridge. I sit down next to my bouquet and eat my breakfast.

After I'm done and I clean up, I pick up my phone to call my father. Yes we've been slowly repairing our relationship but things are a bit awkward. I still need to tell him about my pregnancy.

He picks up on the third ring.

"Madeenah." His gruff voice comes through.

"Assalamu alaikum baba. Ina wuni." I greet him.

"Lafia alhamdullilah. How are you? How's your family?" He asks.

"I'm fine baba. And they are too. I was just with Hamma too recently." I mention.

"Ah that's good. I'm even coming to Abuja in a few weeks for a meeting."

"Oh. That's nice." I cringe at my choice of words then just decide to go through with it. "I wanted to tell you something too."

"What is it?" He asks.

"I'm pregnant."

There's silence on the other end for a bit and I worry he didn't hear me but then I hear him inhale a shaky breath. I wait for him to process it and it takes him a bit.

"You're going to be a mother?" He asks his voice shaky and rough as though he was holding back tears.

"Yes I am." I say quietly.

"You're going to be an amazing mother pompi. Just like your mother." Now I know he's definitely crying. I hear him sniffle.

"I hope so baba. But what's wrong?" I ask.

"I'm just so sorry pompi am. For everything my dear. You deserved better than me. You should've had your mother but she took her...." Baba abruptly pauses. "I just wish I did things differently. I should've done things differently."

I open my mouth to tell him it's okay. That every thing is forgiven but I would be lying to him and to myself. It's not fine. It was never fine.

"Then why didn't you baba? How could you just change? You just left me. She was abusing me, starving me, burning my clothes, insulting my mother and cursing me. You didn't do anything to stop her."