Gone, Never Coming Back

Chapter 32

Summer's POV:
6 weeks later.

Almost 2 months ago I lost my husband.
The pain is still fresh.Now I'm gaining his children.
Today's my due date. I am sat at my parents and though I'm excited, I'm scared.

But don't worry, labour can't hurt as much as when I lost him.
No contractions can hurt as much as the ones in my heart when someone else says his name.

Nothing can hurt as much as when I sit down at the dinner table, across his seat.
The empty seat where he should be, smiling at me, his green eyes gleaming probably insulting my cooking which I knew he secretly loved.

I'm wishing Ali-Nooh was here. I'll be at my parents until my- OUR- twins come.
They'll always be mine AND Ali's.

2 days later

I'm on the way to the hospital and imagining what Ali would say if he was here is keeping me calm.

"Monkey, don't worry, you won't die. God so dramatic. But I still love you. You'll get through it and bring us home our children." I imagined Ali's green eyes sparkling as he said it.
It helped.
The contractions were starting but I focused on my breathing and Ali.

Mum and I got in, we were assigned a room and I just sat there with Mum as she has been through it 8 times.
With twins, Erena and Aniya aswell.
I sat patiently until it kicked in.

After 2 and a half hours of labour, which is no joke, it's the hardest thing I've ever been through. It hurts more than breaking your arm so many times over.
The pushing was so tiring I thought I was going to die but the thought of Ali kept me going through it.

"Say hello to your two babies!" The nurse said grinning.
I gasped at the sight in front of me. Then my eyes brimmed with tears. They had features of both me and their amazing father.

Our baby girl, had green eyes like him, a tuft of black hair like me, his thin nose and my full lips.
Our baby boy had my grey eyes, his brown hair, my bigger button nose and his small lips.

Well, in case you hadn't guessed, they're not identical twins. They were gorgeous. Our two children.

After pictures and visits from close family members, I allowed myself to imagine how much better it would be if he was here but thanked Allah for what I was blessed with.
I smiled down a genuine smile for the first time in 2 months at them.
My mini monkeys.

"So, Habibti, what do you want to name them?" My Mum asked.

I looked down at my children with love. I looked down at them with hope.
I looked down at who were keeping me strong.

I was wrong, they weren't a reminder of what I lost, but the complete opposite. I smiled.

Me and Ali walking home from football.
"So what would you name our son or our daughter?" I ask, curiously. He thought for a second.
"Well, Amelia for a girl and Haider for a boy. You?"

"Amelia and Haider."

She named them Ali's chosen names. Also, they're here! Yay. Don't forget to vote, comment and share! Bye x