Fatima's POV
So the day when I would go to a doctor came. I was engulfed in thoughts about what can it be.
At the hospital, after I got all the test done I was just patiently waiting for the results. I got lots of patience, but only I knew what my heart was doing inside me.
"Miss Fatima Waqas khan." A nurse called my name. I got up and went into the room of the doctor.
"Well, good news Miss Khan, from now on you will have to take care of two people, not only for yourself." The doctor said, smiling at me. At first I had no facial expression, but then I plastered a huge smile, thanking to the doctor and buying her a coffey, I went back home.
"How am I supposed to tell him? He will ask today and what am I going to reply? That I am pregnant?" I said to myself. All the memories of him raping me flashed back through my head. My screaming in pain, my failing attempts to get away, the blood, my hair messed up, my clothes torn apart.
I closed my eyes and sat on the sofa, crying my heart out in front of no one.
After crying my heart out, I just got up and made dinner. Something special but simple. It was a pizza with chicken, and other things which my mom thought me if I want to really prepare something fast.
How am I going to care for two people as I don't even care for myself?
"Fatima, don't tell him anything, not now. Wait until the moment when you will feel ready." A voice in my head sounded. But. It's not good to lie. Feww. I didn't know what to do.
Waqas finally came home. He went upstairs to take a shower. After 15 minutes he came down dressed ccasually, with a shirt and some sport, lose pants.
He looked at me, then at the food. He sat down on his chair, I sat down after him.
We started eating in silence. He broke the silence and said.
"How are you? What were the results?" Looking at my plate, a lump formed in my throat. I couldn't reply as confident as I always do. I couldn't even look at him. I listened to my heart and mind which were in a batel which was to tell or not to tell him that I am pregnant, that he is going to be a father.
Anyway, I decided to tell him no matter what my heart was saying.
I collected confidence and spoke, my gaze still lowered down, my eyes concentrated on the plate.
"I... The results... They, um... I am actually... Pregnant." I stammered. Waqas slapped the table, getting up. He looked furious.
I had no clue what he will do to me now.
But whatever it was, I know it will be beastly, terrible, wrong, haram, unforgettable and that it will stay in my memories forever.
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