Chapter 43
Jalilah's POV
2 months later.......
Today I was going to the skating rink with some sisters from the Masjid. Ayah was already dressed and Dulamah was putting Khalil on a onesie and some shorts while I was trying to see what I should wear.
Dulamah walked into the closet with Khalil who was now dressed. Khalil smiled when he saw me. "My baby!", I smiled leaning down to kiss him. Dulamah chuckled. "He's gonna look like me I can tell", Dulamah said. I rolled my eyes. "How can you tell baby?", I asked.
"He has my chin", he said pointing at Khalil's cleft chin. "Dulamah you can't even see you chin cause it's covered with your curly hair", I said touching his facial hair. Dulamah grabbed my hand and kissed it. "Jalilah my love, I'm pretty sure I know how my chin looks darling", he said with a grin.
"Okay okay", I laughed. I held up a dark blue abaya then a dark grey one. "Which one should I wear?", I asked. "You're going skating. You don't have to look fancy or whatever. Just wear black", he said.
I held up a black one and he nodded. "It's too short and it has a split too on the side", I complained. Dulamah rolled his eyes. "With the permission of your husband you can wear that out. And it's life half an inch short and the split is like four inches baby.......ain't nobody is gonna see anything", he said.
"Okay then", I said walking out of the closet with it. "This is a one time only Jalilah", Dulamah said.
Khalil stared to whine so Dulamah told me to hurry up before he gets fussy.
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Dulamah's POV
I held Khalil as Jalilah showered. Ayah walked into the room and sighed. "Dulamah will there be I've cream there?", she asked. I shrugged. "I don't know binti", I told her.
"Ooh look at Khalil's face!", she said pointing and laughing. Her laugh was quite loud and weird. I stared at Khalil who was staring at Ayah with his eyes bucked. "Whoa!", I said as he spitted up.
I don't know how Jalilah does this to be honest. Last time I did something for a baby was years ago and I forgot a bit of things to be honest.
Ten minutes later, Jalilah had walked out of the bathroom in a pair of grey leggings and a tank top. She grabbed her abaya off of the bed then slipped them on.
Afterwards she combed her curly reddish hair. She had told me that in the summer her hair gets a reddish color. I thought that maybe she had put some henna in for coloring but she didn't MaShaAllah.
"Here's your son", I say trying to hand Khalil over to her. "No thank you. That's your baby", she said. I got off the bed and walked up behind her. I placed my hand to where her big sexy booty was at and squeezed it.
She moved away. "I should leave him with you", she said. I shrugged. "He's my son. I wouldn't mind. But I don't have any milk coming out of my delicious boobies and last I checked you didn't pump a single bottle", I said.
Jalilah cussed under her breath. "That's what I meant to do", she said. Ayah stood in front me and smiled. "I can pump some of my breast milk for Khalil", she said. I know she was serious as a heart attack but I began laughing. I was laughing so hard that it made Khalil cry.
Jalilah took him from me then hit me. "Dumb ass. You got my baby scared of you", she said hitting me again. Just as she was about to hit me again I grabbed it as she raised it and stood up. You better not hit me again", I told her.
