Chapter 88

She slightly opened the door as she peeped. She gaped at him smiling. His curved upwards at the sight of her face. "Welcome back." She looked up at him, the smile never left her face. He pulled her into his chest. she felt hot breath on her neck, then the tender brush of his lips. Burning as they made contact with her neck. He pulled back and observed her face, her eyes were still closed. She slowly opened her eyes and pouted. "Why'd you stop?" He gaped at her before clasping their hands together. They walked into the living room together. "I don't want to go too far because I can't resist just kissing you." She looked up into his eyes as he draws close to her. "How are you feeling now?" He reached up to cup her cheeks, his fingers warm against her skin. Her skin tingles at his touch as her breathing becomes shorter and faster. She stuttered... then paused... "I'm fine," she restrained herself. "Good, I bought your ice cream, didn't forget to get your favourite flavour. And aunty somehow managed to get the unripped mangoes. But she said you shouldn't take too much else you can get stomach ache." She squealed as she packed the leathers to the kitchen. He followed her into the kitchen. He settled down on the stool, observing her every movement. She opened the bucket of ice cream and cut the mangoes into the ice cream bucket. She took a spoon full closing her eyes. She took another bite before gazing at him. "You have to try this." She took another scoop and urged him to take it. He grimaced as he swallowed it. If it wasn't for the ice cream, he would've vomited. "That might be about the worst thing I've ever tasted. And you like this? Pregnancy cravings must be a hell of a drug." She shrugged her shoulders and took another scoop. "More for me." After she has taken almost half of the pocket, she pushed it away. "I'm going to throw up." He gaped at her, standing up from the stool. "No, no I'm fine, I promise. I just overfed myself." She freed herself from his hold and dropped down from the tall stool. She opened the fridge and took another bottle of orange juice before she gulped half the bottle and kept it on the kitchen island. "Aren't you hungry?" She asked him. He shook his head. "I ate at home because I knew today amira should be the one cooking and turns out.... She isn't even home." He sighed tiredly as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. He stood to his feet. "I need to go get some rest now." He walked out without waiting for her reply. She shrugged it off and also left the kitchen after clearing the mess she made. After she had prayed isha, she lay down in her bed with a sigh. She turned on her TV and changed the channel to the one she preferred. She heard the door opened and he appeared. He beamed at her as he ambled closer. She stared at him with her sleepy, tired eyes. "Sleepy already?" He asked joining her in bed. "What are you doing here?" She questioned, staring at him. "I came to check up on you." He stroked her soft cheeks. She shrugged her shoulders off and closed her eyes. Dalia's chocolate brown eyes opened and closed from the light of the TV and he sort of smiled. He stared at her unblinkingly. She opened her eyes and beheld his gaze. "Nothing." He chuckled. She rolled her eyes and nuzzled into his shoulder, her black hair inches from her nose. He could smell his dalia-like smell, which was too good for words. After a few adonizing minutes, he felt her go limp and he smiled huge and big, cradling her into his chest. 2:16am.... Dalia woke up to the shrieking pain in her abdomen and lower back. There was a stake being hammered into her abdomen, the strikes radiating pain in a way that shatter her brain- or at least that was what it felt like. She laid back down, breathing shallow. She wrapped herself in her duvet, waves of nausea adding to her misery. Then the pain came faster and sharp than it did before. She hurriedly sat up cradling her stomach. She slowly got to her feet, a warm fluid came rushing down her feet. She knelt down as she crawled to the bedside lamp and turn it on. She raised her long night gown and peered at the blood dripping down. Her mouth stands agape as the wave of pain made her to crunch down and yelp in pain. Her back ached. No matter how she moved. And the blood was slowly oozing down. With the rest of the energy she had, she searched for her phone before she went unconscious. With trembling hands, she dialled his number. The pain throbs in her guts. Her eyesight blurred, but not because tears were welling up. "Dalia?" He barged into her room and met her already falling unconscious. Everything became fuzzy; then she saw nothing at all. Her consciousness was floating through an empty space filler with a thick static. Throughout the inky space her heartbeats pounded loudly, echoing in her ears, along with the fading voice of her husband. She felt body drain away until finally all was black. On the private ward, the atmosphere was completely different. The air had a perfumed scent and the seats were plush. Every surface was dustless. The nurses were unhurried and they moved with a serene purposefulness from room to room on their rounds. There were vases of flowers and beautiful framed pieces of art on the walls. In the corridor was a water dispenser and in most rooms could be heard the noise of a television.