The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

Kryptonite

      I peer at myself in the mirror as we wait for our turn at the all too familiar doctor's clinic. A pregnant, stressed woman stares back at me, with floral pants on and a matching blouse, along with a dark Guess purse slung over her shoulder. It's my monthly check up.

      I look around me. Amir cares enough for me to always take me to the clinic I've been to growing up as a child. That thought brings a smile to my face. I remember when he didn't care about me at all. This isn't much, but it's something. It means something when it comes from him.

     "Qura Tul Ayn?" A voice interrupts my thoughts. voice is female, sweet, and has trouble pronouncing my name. It sounds more like 'Qorah Tol Anne', than my real name, which makes me and Amir bite our lips and look at each other, trying our hardest not to laugh.

      Moments like those are what I love. Just him and I, looking at each other, with mischief glistening in his eyes.

    The doctor ushers us into the room, with her kind smile and her white puffs for hair.

"Hi, I'm Anna. How are you and your baby doing?" She asked cheerily.

"We're alright. " I answered truthfully. "Nothing too out of the ordinary."

"Goodies. Now, let me check some things, wait one second." She goes out of the room, and brings back some bags, a cream, and a light as well. She then slightly rubs my stomach, and checks my heartbeat and then rubs cream on my bare stomach as we see an exray of the baby.

     "Holy crap." Murmurs Amir from beside me, as a visible form comes into view. It's still tiny, but you can see it's backbone, you can see it curled up.

      And then we hear the most beautiful thing my ears have ever witnessed.

      A little boom. And then another one. And then another.

            My little baby's heartbeat.

   The faded, small sound is enough to wipe away all my stress and sadness, all the anxiety and the worries from the past couple of months. The small sound is enough to wild away the pain, to make me forget, just for a second.

    It's enough to lighten up my whole world.

   I don't realize I'm tearing up until a wet tear slides onto my cheek. I look beside me to see Amir shocked, with a faint smile playing at his lips. He didn't want a child. Neither did I. But now look at us, mesmerized, frozen by the heart beats of the baby we're going to share. We forget everything. The plan, the divorce, the lies, the pain.

"Wow, this is wonderful. Your baby is perfectly healthy. Now we can see its gender." She breaks the magical silence, looks at the x Ray, checks some papers, and then grins.

"It's a baby girl, " she confirmed, as I smiled up at Amir and he smiles back, as giddy as I look. Before we can celebrate for our new baby girl, I find Amir forcing his small smile.

  He wanted a guy. Obviously not with me, but he wanted his first born to be a boy.

Everyone wants a guy. Everybody. A guy can protect the family better and run on the company. A girl just goes off and gets married. At least that's what they think. But gender doesn't matter. Not to me. It shouldn't to anyone. Gender doesn't define whether you will get older and protect your family or run on the family business. Being a woman doesn't mean you're going to leave your house one day eventually. It shouldn't.

Little does everyone know that Allah only gives a girl to the ones who are capable of bringing up one. Bringing up a faithful, modest and educated girl. Before I can blaze with anger, Anna interrupts my thoughts.

"Wait. . Something isn't right." Anna murmurs, checking the X-Ray again. "It's not showing the full form of the baby. . Hold on." My heart drops when she murmurs these words. They're enough to make everything come crashing down again. She hurriedly leaves the room, and then comes back with another nurse.

"What?! What's wrong with my baby?" I ask. She doesn't answer. Then we all know what is happening, and I hear an extra little beat, probably Amir tapping his feet worriedly.

I look around but nobody is tapping their feet.

   "Dr. Anna. Please tell me what's wrong. What's wrong with my baby?" I plea, shaking my head violently, the tears returning as fast as they first came. Anna has no response.

     I feel myself losing touch with sanity, with reality. I feel like a heavy rock has been placed over my chest.

                I can't breathe.

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AMIR

    She seemed as if she was drifting off into another world, gasping for air, unresponsive to all of our Annie's!

I knew I wanted a baby boy. Of course everyone wants a boy. He can carry out the company and be more useful to us. Girls just leave. After a limited time, there's nobody left to visit you when you're f*cking seventy. Girl is probably too busy having her own babies and taking care of her own frigging husband. A boy would stay with you forever. But that didn't matter, because with Annie, I didn't want any child. I didn't even want a child right now.

     "Everything's okay, there is just a bit of confusion going on, I am checking what's wrong. Wait a minute, I'll be back." Anna reassured. I nodded.

     I shook her shoulders lightly as she looked up at me. "Annie, please. The baby is fine. Anna just has to check some things." I reassured her as she took the effort to nod.

    "I can't breathe, Amir." Is all she managed to choke out before letting her body take her to another place, her eyes shut.

   My heart dropped. What the f*ck was going on? Everything was okay just a second ago.

  Anna entered the room, and took Annie on a stretcher to another high teched room. I followed frantically into the next room with more equipment as Anna brought out another doctor and whispered worriedly with him.

      I waited and waited. The doctors were talking in hushed voices, figuring something out. "But how is that possible? Nothing showed up on the X-ray ---" Another nurse murmured, walking off as I held onto my friend, my partner in crime, my rock.

     I didn't realize how much she meant to me until she was gone.

     She's been with me for the past couple of months. It didn't matter if half the time I desperately didn't want to be in her presence, or if she was excruciatingly annoying to me.

                   She was there.

          She stayed. Through it all.

            No one has ever stayed.

   I've never been as scared as I am in this very moment. The feelings I'm feeling. The hurt. The regret. The anxiety.

     She's . . Almost like. . My kryptonite.

  The very thought scares me to my uttermost core. I don't know what's gotten into me, and I don't know how stop all these feelings that are rushing through my veins, forcing me down to my most vulnerable point.

  
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