Yours, Eternally

New Year, New Life

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Dedicated to all the fans of Zain and Tara.

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Cute News: I recently read in the local news here how doctors saved a premature newborn baby's life by placing it in a sandwich bag to keep it warm, shortly after birth. That was such a adorable story <3

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NEW YEARS' EVE

Tara

The TV shows that I always used to make fun of, I now watch and cry. The last trimester of my pregnancy had turned me into a complete sap.

It was while I was cursing a girl for luring someone's husband away, while also cursing the husband for being a disloyal pr**k, I felt a weird feeling in my lower abdomen. It was a strange feeling, and it was intense.

I gasped out, putting a hand over my stomach. And that's when I remembered the midwife's words, and this feeling seemed to be exactly as she'd described it.

I'm having a baby. The baby's coming.

"Zoha!" I screamed out. 

Zain had gone out to fulfil my craving of a chocolate fudge cake, and my sister and brother-in-law were upstairs. 

"ZOHA, HELP!" I yelled out again, as I felt sudden, intense pain. "Mama..." I winced.

My sister and brother-in-law came downstairs, and while Bhai waited outside in the hall, politely, Zoha rushed in. "What's going on, Tara? Is it time?" 

I nodded. "I think so."

"Did your water break?" 

Before I could answer, a sudden jolt of pain made me scream out again. "Zain..."

"Okay, relax." Zoha was in her fifth-month and I knew that she was struggling, but unlike me, I'd rarely heard her complain. 

"How am I supposed to relax when the baby wants to kill me with the pain?" I had no idea what I was even saying because the pain was driving me insane. "Call Zain!"

"I'm calling him now." Bhai called out from the hallway.

"Zoha, I'm scared." I admitted, tears running down my cheeks. "I hope my baby comes into the world safely."

"In Sha Allah." She recited a dua and blew it over me. "Let's get you to a hospital, okay? Zain Bhai can meet us there." 

"My baby..."

"Stay strong and positive, Tara." She wrapped her arm around me and helped me up. "I'm with you. I'll call Mama as well on the way, and Mum as well." 

Irrelevant fact at this point, but Zoha and I had both started to refer to our parents-in-law as 'Mum and Dad', like our husbands did. It felt weird, because we preferred the desi names like 'Mama and Papa', but at least it helped differentiate between the two sets of parents, in order to avoid confusion.

Mum and Dad had flown in especially because my baby's due date was next week, and had just gone out for a drive to watch the New Years' fireworks around the city.

"The baby's coming." I said in disbelief.

"In Sha Allah." She smiled and kissed the side of my head.