Love after Nikkah

Chapter 65

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A new feeling; a beautiful one.

From the time Aman signed a document in the hospital as Asmau's husband and the father of the unborn child... he felt something, it was beautiful and priceless.
And even as he waited in the waiting room for the baby to be born, he couldn't maintain a spot as he kept roaming about, profusely sweating, and tensed; hoping the baby comes out well and Asmau... will be in good health.

Everything became easier the moment a nurse came out of the labour room and sent him a sweet smile, Aman knew everything was fine and that sent his heart to rest. "How is Asmau?" He asked immediately_ before the lady could answer, Usman and his bride appeared, looking apprehensive. "How is my sister doing? What's happening there? What did I hear about Faisal divorcing her?" Usman asked all at once, he looked scared as he got worried about his sister.

"Calm down! Everything is fine... I guess?" Aman spoke out of impulse, looking at the nurse, trying to get a confirmation that his guess is right. "Everything is fine. Your wife is truly a strong woman, she just gave birth to a handsome baby" She announced, grinning widely.
"Alhamdulillah!" Everyone uttered but Aman's own came out louder. The relief he felt could be seen vividly across his facials; he looked the happiest.
"Can we see her now?" Usman asked, just as excited as everyone.
"Sure, of course!" The nurse made way for them as they all got in. Maryam took faster steps in as she was also excited to see the newborn.

"We have a cute son here," Ummita revealed, hugging Usman. Asmau had the loveliest smile plastered on, as she scooped the baby and kept admiring his facials. Aman stood by the corner, watching them from his end, his eyes were teary, he was feeling all mushy inside and didn't know how best to contain the emotions he was feeling as this all seem new to him until Asmau looked his way and motioned with her hands to come closer "come take a look at the baby" She uttered, her voice was hoarse, it could hurt an ear but Aman loved it even more. She was smiling, yet her eyes depicted nothing of the sort of pain that she was trying to hide.

To be very honest, her heart is presently burning but she is trying to keep the flames away from her newborn, a new reason to live, a new reason to be happy even though she knows it's going to be damn hard. Aman could read between the lines, he could see clearly the pain in her eyes, he could hear her weeping heart, and could hear the voices that were trying to weigh her down but she kept fighting them... she is indeed a strong woman just like the nurse said.

He took mild steps further into her direction, though, his heart beats raced, he didn't know why he was feeling way too emotional to meet this baby, it felt as though he was the real father, it felt as though he was going to see his first son for the first time and he didn't know how best to react. Asmau flashed him an assuring smile, as if she understood him even though it only looked like she didn't actually know why he was being hesitant to meet the baby. He ambled towards them and finally, his eyes met with the baby's. Unlike most newborns whose eyes are always closed, this little handsome actually had his eyes opened like a week old.

He was the perfect definition of Jim-Dandy. He was looking extremely adorable, Aman was wowed. "He looks just like you!" Aman subconsciously said, actually saying the truth. Does the baby look like his mother, fair-skinned, and with those pairs of eyes? Goodness, Aman couldn't get enough of this view. He wanted to... he felt the urge to hug both the beautiful new mother and her newborn, he wanted them all to himself, if he is to be honest.
"What would you name him?" Maryam asked, with a flashy smile. Asmau thought for a while before she answered, her eyes now watery as she pronounced it "Habibi!"
"He is my newfound love, My Habib" She answered, proudly.

•*•*•*•*

Three months passed and now, Habib was growing faster than his age. He was already looking like a five-month-old even though he was just three months old. Maybe because everyone couldn't stop pampering him with all the love in the world; to be specific, Asmau and Aman are perfect with the parent's role.
Ummita left for Egypt a day back and Asmau knew it was going to be a hard time for her, alone in this mansion with an infant barely three months. Well, she was ready to learn, relearn and unlearn just so she could groom this handsome little boy into the perfect man every lady would ever dream of.

After what happened to her and Faisal, she vowed to make their son a better man, a better one than his father and she would do just that no matter how much effort it takes. Thinking about this, she remembered how Faisal had come back to see his baby and how she never allowed him in... it was a huge fight but she prevailed.
She was done feeding Habib whom she always called Abba, and was about to lay him down on his cradle when Aman visited. She was happy to see him as they have become way too close all these time. He has been there through thick and thin, he was always being supportive, helping out in every little way. Asmau truly felt blessed to have Aman with her. He made this almost impossible journey easier, she has been able to learn to love herself more to let go of Faisal thanks to Aman who taught her all of these during the first month of birth. It was the hardest time of her life, having to see her baby without a father... She was mentally losing it but Aman taught her better ways to deal with emotions and how best to live life. She couldn't be more grateful.

"You are here!" She grinned, letting go of the baby on his soft bed and turning over to Aman who had gifts with him, just like always.
"Don't tell me you came with gifts again!" Asmau whined, her face morphed into a scrunched one. Aman chuckled softly as he dropped the gifts on the centre table and ambled closer to them.
"I promise it's just a few toys for baby Habib" He flashed her an apology smile, holding his ears like Indians do, apologizing.

Asmau shook her head at him, wondering when he would ever stop being this caring. "You said that the last time, yet it was a box full of toys and things this little baby doesn't need until he turns two!" She softly whined, Aman loved the sight of her expression. He couldn't stop smiling, he loved these two humans.
"Well... this baby needs more," He said, stepping closer to the baby in his portable baby bed, surrounded by some rattlers.
"Our house would be full of gifts and there won't be space for us if you don't stop with these everyday gifts Aman. You got him those rattlers, decorated his baby room, the cot mobiles, play gym and too many more to mention. You are seriously spoiling this guy" She kept on rambling while Aman kept shaking his head as he has gotten used to this since the day Habib was born. Ummita would even laugh whenever they both argue about who spoils the baby more.

Aman kept playing with the baby and when Asmau noticed he wasn't paying much attention to her ramblings, she shook her head and left for the kitchen. She already prepared something but was waiting for Aman to come by so they could eat together since he always comes every afternoon after visiting his father in the hospital. She walked back to them from the kitchen with plates of food. "I made lunch. Let's have some" She said and Aman was happy. He has gotten used to her cooking and he can't seem to have anything else apart from what comes from her artistry hands.
He joined her and they ate to their fill. "How is Baba?" Asmau asked as she watched him come out of the kitchen. Well, he always clears the plate and washes them after they eat and Asmau loves that about him. He is so kind, humble, and caring, how come she didn't see all of these before??

"Well... Baba is..." She noticed his expression, it was pale and lines of worries etched on his forehead were definitive. "Is everything okay Aman?" She asked immediately, looking worried.
"Hmm... I think Baba is dy..." and before he could complete that, she made him halt the word knowing how painful it might be for him to say that painful word, she quickly moved closer to him. "He will be fine. Don't lose hope Aman, he will be fine" She was comforting and that soothed his mind.
Even though they knew she was barely just trying to soften the situation, and what she said might not come to reality, he appreciated her effort for he needed that the most.

They both stared deep into each other's eyes, passionately. Aman's love for this woman increased every single day and even though he knew it wouldn't work out, he finds joy in her company and the bare thoughts of them being together. He doesn't wanna push, but he would just dream. Besides, if it's about this beautiful woman, then he wouldn't mind.
Asmau felt her heart tighten, in a captivating way, she can't even explain... as she has seen the best man in the whole world but what kept pestering her was this "how did I miss him?"
"How did I never think of him?"
"How did I never see all of these?"

The emotions were too much and if they weren't being careful, things might happen, so she shove these thoughts to the farthest region of her mind, making a mental note to think about them later, at night.

"I'd like to visit Baba tomorrow at the hospital. Will you come pick me up?" She asked and he smiled before nodding to it