Saved by my nightmare (A Nigerian Story)

CHAPTER 29

This chapter is dedicated to @ Husna_Malik

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Abuja, Nigeria
2019.

It had been three days since Maliya had resumed work, and the excitement that she'd had on her first day had died down.

She had no idea what she'd been expecting but what she was going through was not it.

The influx of people was totally ridiculous, on her first day alone her chief resident briefed her on all she needed to do, and without further delay she'd been made to go through all the task.

"Maliya" Pulling her away from her thoughts was her brother, Khalid.

Her eyes snapped up to Khalid's across from where she sat on the dining table.

"Aunty Maya" Mubarak, Khalid's three year old son cooed, stretching his hands towards Maliya from where he was sat on his mother's lap.

"Awwn, my little prince' Maliya said, stretching her hands accordingly, towards Mubarak who was bouncing excitedly on his mother's lap.

Her hands caught him just as he was ready to lauch from his mother's laps to her arms....a feat which she was sure would have ended unsuccessfully.

Khalid watching the smiles on his wife and sister's faces smiled, drawing Amina closer towards him.

Once in his embrace, he tucked a strand of her braid behind her ears, knowing how his wife loved that action.

Time stilled as he gazed into Amina's eyes, the eyes of the woman who'd be birthing his second child.

His hands creeped under her loose shirt, stroking the warm skin there.

Amina's breath hitched as she watched her husband from under her lashes, her heart skipping as a trail of goosepimples followed his touch.

She closed her eyes, savouring the feel of his cold fingers against her warm flesh, feeling with baited breath as Khalid's hand slid to her back, stroking the skin just above her skirt.

Her nerves were all over the place, and she needed him close to her, her hands itched to pull him closer, to make him put out the fire he'd lit, but she knew she had to wait.

Her eyes met Khalid's and she shared a look with him, one that expressed her intentions of wanting to kill him at the moment, she could already imagine the field day her colleagues at her firm would have.

Even being their friend, her fellow reporters wouldn't hesitate to brand her name on the papers.

She could imagine it.

'Attention-starved pregnant woman kills husband....see page 12'.

Khalid's teasing eyes met hers as he flicked her chin, his eyes holding mirth, longing, and unmistakable want.

A cough had them pulling away from each other, as a pair of eyes stared unbelievably at them, motioning to the baby on her lap, who she had fortunately put her hands over his eyes.

"I'm going" Maliya muttered, her mind elsewhere as she handed Mubarak over to his mother.

"Have a great day" Amina yelled once she started up her car. Throwing a forced smile at her, she set the car into motion and drove to the hospital.

Something disgusting in Maliya's gut festered, taking hold of her heart and taunting her.

Maliya knew the feeling all too well, but knew she had no reason to feel that way.