57 ??He wouldnt hurt him, would he??? (1/2)

LEIA

It was late at night when I got so thirsty, my throat my burning. But Zayn wasn't here. I had to force him to leave at some point in the night although he protested fervently. Still, fiancée or not, he was a non-mahram and I couldn't very well let him remain in my room.

I knew there was a button by the side table for me to ring the nurse but it seemed too far away. I gasped for air and when I tried sitting up, my stitches felt like they would burst open any moment.

”Dad?” I called out, knowing my voice wouldn't reach him where he sat outside my room.

I moved again, trying to reach for the button but cried out as pain sliced through my abdomen and burned all the way to my legs.

Right at that moment, the door swept open, revealing a dark figure of a male and through my hazy vision, I knew it was Ammar.

”Please,” I gasped. ”Give me some water.”

He strode towards the table at once and poured some water from the jug into a glass, bringing it to me. I gulped it down, handing it back to him and lying back down, sighing in relief.

”You okay?” He asked, now strolling towards Abdar Rahman. He grinned when he saw him, so bright it actually hurt my eyes. But my heart warmed and I relaxed back, smiling lightly.

Ammar looked scared to hold him but he reluctantly did so when I encouraged him.

”I think I might drop him,” His voice trembled and I snorted, amused. He walked over to me, handing him over. ”This feels so strange. I'm a Dad. Wow.” He blew out a breath.

It didn't feel fair to tell him everything about Zayn, but I knew I should. So, I did.

”Um . . .” I played with Abdar Rahman's small feet. ”Zayn was here today.”

Ammar stiffened. ”He was?”

”I have to tell you something, Ammar. Please listen this time. I am absolutely serious.”

He threw down his head. ”You're still thinking about getting a divorce, aren't you? You think that little boy can save you? For God's sake, Leia. At least think of your son.”