I know this chapter was supposed to be updated earlier, but because things kept getting in the way, I couldn't update. I wanted everything to be perfect for the chapter so held myself back from rushing it as well since I wanted to deliver a chapter that was my level best. I hope the wait pays off and is worth it by the time you all get to the end of the chapter. :) I'm handing out tissues, ice cream, and chocolates right now instead of like usual at the end of the chapter for your own benefit. :P
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I quickly gulped down the rest of my orange juice before running the lukewarm water over the glass in the stainless sink of the kitchen. I scrubbed it clean as Izhar shuffled around the living room and got his things ready for work. It was a normal day as we both cleaned around, and got ready for work. I wiped down the counters, and Izhar fetched his leather messenger bag that he slung on his shoulder.
"Hey, I was thinking maybe we could go out for dinner tonight," his voice was deep and seeking.
I walked over and fixed my hijab in the large cut mirror that was perched on the cream wall of the long hallway. I looked myself over in the reflective glass and exhaled an inaudible breath, coning the scarf atop my forehead. "I don't know Izhar-"
"Look, I know you haven't been feeling too well for the past week. The IV's are wearing you down, your feet are killing you, your back is sore, and you're endlessly tired. You need to get some fresh air where you aren't working and are able to fully relax. It's Friday, why don't we go on a date? Hmm? Let me take you out on a date milady," he'd come up from behind as he wrapped his strong and sturdy arms around me and rested his hands below the front of my swollen stomach.
I looked at the way his tall and polished frame hovered over my average height perfectly like we were two corresponding puzzle pieces. His sharp nose rubbed against my jawline, his short beard grazing my raw skin. My eyebrows were furrowed as his breaths dug over my scarf, wanting more of what was underneath. He had been right however. The endless IV's were tiring me more than I was already fatigued going from minimal sleep in the past two months to none at all. Over the course of time, my back pain had increased as my weight was not sufficient enough to hold up both me and our baby, and my feet were ridiculously swollen. If my original condition wasn't bad enough from the the first two trimesters of pregnancy, it only had gotten worse in the last. The last 10 weeks would be the hardest battle, and it seemed like it wasn't going to end so easily. There was still a long way to go.
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SpiritualI walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascad...
