Fate 2.0: Part1

This is like a mini-seqeul for Maha&Faisal.

Enjoy!

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"Reem! You have 2 minutes to come down, or I'm leaving without you!"

My husband shouted from downstairs. I tied her little pigtails quickly, and pushed her gently to go down.

Maha: yallaa! Wla baba byro7 bdonik.
Reem: mommy, why are you not taking me to school?
Maha: mommy is tired 7bebi, I can't go to school with you.

Then her face went into an adorable pout, and she crossed her arms.

Maha: baba bya54ik, ana ajebk b3den, yalla! Smile, baby.
Reem: mama! Can you come take me from school with the baby? I told all my friends that my mom has a baby inside but they don't believe me.
Maha: m3lesh mama, the baby is not ready to come yet. He needs a week or two more. 
Reem: he's taking so long! 
Maha: it's okay, a few more weeks won't hurt.

She kissed the hand that was holding hers and my baby bump, we went down the stairs. Faisal took her bag from me, and then he leaned in to kiss me, but I turned at the last minute so he only got to kiss my cheek. I was still angry after our fight last night.

Faisal: Maha..
Maha: rou7, btt25r Reem 3n elmdrsa.
Faisal: Mahawi, lw sm7te..
Maha: 5la9 Faisal, mo wgta al7en wla ana ly 5lg.
Reem: bye mommy! Love you.
Faisal: yalla m3 elsalama 7bebti, entbhi 3la nfsk.

I blew a kiss to my daughter, because my 9 month pregnant bump wouldn't allow me to bend down properly, the minute I looked up and saw Faisal staring at me I dropped my smile. Mean? I know I wanted him to feel a bit more guilty before I let it go.

I wasn't as angry as I was pretending to be, but I needed him to feel guilty. He was asking me to stop working and I was never agreeing to that. I started feeling light, yet very painful cramps. Oh crap.

It's okay, it's all okay. I went up stairs to my room and packed my bag slowly, even though I was trying to be so calm the cramps were only minutes apart, and I don't think this is what's supposed to happen.

I took deep and slow breaths to calm myself down and to ease the pain. As I rubbed my stomach in soft circular motions, I speed dialled Anoud. She was the one to most likely not panic, plus she took this week off so she doesn't have work.

Maha: alo, shhhhhh..

I winced in pain while talking, but I tried as much as I can not to show it.

Anoud: MAHA! Esh feek?

Maha: cra-sh*t- mps.

Anoud: cramps? Mo contractions?

Maha: would I be wrong about this?

Anoud: wein Faisal?

Maha: twa mn 10 dgayg 6al3 hwa w- my god this isn't supposed to hurt like this.

Anoud: ana bl6reg, don't move! 

Maha: 3noud! 

I was about to scream blue murder at her, but thankfully she hung up on me. As more time passed, the cramps only got worse. I'm going to call Faisal, I don't care how mad I'm supposed to be at him I don't think the pain I'm going through is normal.

I punched in his number, and waited for him to answer and as usual I didn't wait for long. 

Faisal: babe?

Maha: Fai-aaaahhhh..

Faisal: shfeek?

You could hear the panic in his voice, and I was kind of regretting calling him because well he's driving. 

Maha: just, please please please come home. 

I paced through the house while taking long deep breaths. The maids were standing on one side watching out carefully for me, and not even 5 full minutes since I hung up on him Faisal came back. Before I could run up to him, my water broke. I looked down in panic, only to see that a little blood got mixed in too. I felt as if my heart was being squeezed by a force I can't push away; I can't lose this baby. I need to have this baby, not only for me but for my husband, and my daughter. 

Faisal: MAHA! Yalla goumi 7bebti nro7 elmstashfa.

I nodded and walked slowly to the door while one of the maids rushed to get me my 3baya. I took deep fast breaths, and started rubbing my stomach in circles. In one way, I was trying to do it to calm myself down but in another I was trying to make sure that my baby is still there. It was an extremely painful car ride, but Faisal had the radio 3la el8uraan and he held my hand all the while. He rushed me into the emergency section in a wheelchair, and started  shouting for the nearest nurse to come and help. 

Nurse: yes, sir? What is the problem?

Faisal: my wife is having a baby.

Nurse: it's ok, sir. It usually takes a while before the baby comes out. 

Faisal: you're not understanding me, my wife is having a baby and she's bleeding! She's not having contractions she's having cramps. I want a doctor to come see her, now!

Nurse: ok, sir. I will call the doctor now, you come with me to the delivery room. 

I swear I could feel Faisal's forced smile, and I could only imagine how intimidating he looked. Especially with his height and built. 

Faisal: thank you.

Three hours later I was laying on a bed soaked in blood; even after they gave 2 blood bags I was still losing more blood than I should. I was hanging on the last thread of patience that I had, and I was latched on my husband's hand. 

Doctor: Mr.Alx your wife's situation is getting more dangerous, we have to get her into surgery right now, because the baby's heartbeat is becoming weaker. 

Faisal looked at me for reassurance on what to do, and I nodded weakly. I was becoming extremely tired, and it wasn't because of the pain but because of the blood loss. I want that baby more than anything, and I'm willing to do whatever has to be done in order to keep it. Faisal kissed my forehead and hand, and read shwayat 8uraan. 

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They took Maha into surgery and left Faisal with his stressful thoughts, but not for long because he was joined by Anoud and Maha's mother. He couldn't stop pacing, his heart was in that surgery room with the love of his life who he might lose any second now. He ran his hand through his hair for what might be the millionth time, and those dark thoughts started pushing into his overthinking mind. 

You're the reason she's in there now.

You wanted another baby.

You'll lose your wife because of your selfish decisions. 

You're the one behind all this pain.


A few more hours later, the doctor went out of the delivery room, and asked Faisal the most painful question anyone could be asked.

"I'm sorry, bes ent m9'6ar t5tar ben zojtik w wldk. L2n ma n8dar nn8i4 elthnen." 



xo