MINE (EDITED)

Chapter 43

Few Months later🌱

"Ibty, please, when you're coming, bring me some Coco Ribbon doughnuts. I've been craving them for days now," I said into the phone, trying to suppress my excitement. The thought of the sweet, chewy doughnuts made my mouth water.

She laughed on the other end, her voice filled with affection, "This baby is making you become a glutton, fah. Kinga kibar da kika yi."

Yes, I'm pregnant. Five months along now, and the cravings are getting intense. My belly's growing more than I expected, but it's the love and anticipation I feel that keep me going through it all.

I sighed, rolling my eyes at myself. "I know, right? I eat almost ten times a day. It's like I can never get enough! At least there's no morning sickness this time. Unlike when I was pregnant with Sabrina, remember how horrible that was?"

We chatted for a little while, catching up as usual, before I had to end the call. Sabrina's shrieks echoed down the hallway, and I could feel my nerves beginning to fray. Ibty had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl, Asma'u Asmar, two months ago. Ahmad's mother's name. I smiled at the thought, but my attention was quickly pulled back to Sabrina.

"What did they do to you now, my little troublemaker?" I murmured under my breath as I stood up, walking toward the source of the noise.

"Amina? Amina? Bring her here," I called out, feeling a pang of worry. Our new nanny appeared in the doorway, Sabrina cradled in her arms, her face scrunched in distress.

"Na'am, Anty," Amina said softly, her eyes wide with concern.

"What happened to her?" I asked, reaching out for Sabrina, who was sobbing softly now.

"She fell down in the kitchen," Amina explained, her voice gentle but filled with regret.

"Did she hurt herself? Where?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat as I looked down at my daughter. The need to protect her surged in me, and I took Sabrina into my arms, trying to calm her down.

"Shhh, it's okay, baby. Where does it hurt? Bu?" I gently asked, brushing her hair back and touching her head lightly. Sabrina shook her head, and then placed her small hand on her forehead.

"Bu," she hiccupped, her tiny voice breaking my heart.

Daddy walked in just then. "What happened to my wifey?" He asked, his voice full of concern as he reached out for Sabrina. She went to him immediately, seeking comfort in his arms.

"Daddy, you know that your wifey is so naughty," I said with a soft smile, trying to lighten the mood. "She was playing in the kitchen when she fell and hit her big forehead."

"Ayyah, sannu mata ta," he murmured, rubbing her forehead gently. Sabrina laid her head on his chest and popped her pacifier into her mouth, a calmness settling over her as she cuddled into him.

He carried her off to his living room, and I stood there for a moment, lost in thought, wondering how quickly time had flown since her birth. Just then, Mammy and Ya Muhammad entered the house. I smiled at them as they came in.

"Honey'in annesi, what's up?" Ya Muhammad asked, sitting next to me.

"Ya Muhammad, nothing much, fah. How was work?" I asked, though I could tell by the tiredness in his eyes that it had been a long day.

"Work was fine, Alhamdulillah, but hectic," he sighed, rubbing his temples as if trying to release some of the built-up tension.

"Kolay gele," I said, giving him a small smile, trying to offer some comfort.