Destined Hearts

Chapter 57

Madeenah's POV

Muhammad is waiting for me by the door as I step out of the annex. I'm wearing baggy jeans and a button up shirt and Skechers but Muhammad looks at me like I'm wearing the most form-fitting dress. It's the same way he looks at me on the rare occasion I wear lingerie for him.

"You ready to go?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'll just lock up the house." I say then turn to do just that.

We walk towards his car and he opens the door for me as I slide in. Muhammad has always been a very good driver. And by that I mean he looks so sexy when he does. His long, clean fingers gripping the wheel, his biceps bulging against his shirt and his permanent scowl etched onto his face. Usually he rests his right hand on my thigh whenever he drives but he doesn't this time around. He just keeps it on the gear stick. I almost want him to just reach a bit to the right and touch me but then I remind myself of why we are in this position.

I stare out the window and away from his fingers before asking, "Can you now tell me where we are going?"

"Patience." He mutters with a small tilt of his lip.

"But I have been patient." I say, "I didn't even ask you once until now."

"Stop pouting. We'll be there soon." Muhammad says.

"I don't pout." I lie.

"Sure baby." Muhammad chuckles.

"Don't call me that." I mutter even as butterflies attack my stomach like they usually do when he calls me that.

"Call you what?" He asks and glances at me.

"Baby. I'm not your baby anymore." I say feeling a bit petty.

Muhammad turns to look at me fully as we reach a red light. "You are. You always will be, Madeenah. So don't tell me not to call you that."

Muhammad stares me down until I give up and look away from his intense eyes. The drive is silent for a few minutes but not uncomfortable. We were always able to just be in silence, and enjoy each other's company. But this silence also has unspoken words and wishful touches. Usually he would find ways to touch me and so would I.

"I got you the vitamins the doctor suggested." Muhammad broke the silence.

"Oh. Thank you. I forgot about it."

"I knew you would." Muhammad smiles and a reluctant one touches my lips too.

"We have another appointment in about three weeks. The hospital called me." I tell him.

"Is something wrong?" He immediately asks.

"No, not at all. It's standard. Every month until I'm 28 weeks then it is every two weeks. It's just to make sure everything is good." I reassure him. He gets worried very easily.

"Ok, just tell me when so I'll come pick you up."

"Okay."

"Or you could just move back home."

"Muhammad."

"It was worth a try." He shrugs so innocently that I laugh. "I missed that." He says.

"What?" I ask.

"Your laughter." He looks at me intently and my tongue gets stuck in my mouth. "Anyway, we are here."

I look out the window trying to gauge where we are but I have no idea. "What is this place?"

"Come and see." Muhammad says then steps out of the car and rounds out open my door.

We walk inside with his hand resting at the small of my back. Immediately we enter the cool, dark place I gasp.