When Ameera has found out she was pregnant, she wasn't happy. She didn't want a child that early in her life. Hashir wanted the opposite. He wanted a child to play with. To spoil. To protect. To love.
It broke his heart when he found out that Ameera wasn't happy with the news. He knew she wanted a child later on in their marriage.
Over time, Ameera had grown accustomed to the child growing in her stomach. She was happy that she got pregnant. It was like the last puzzle piece that was missing had been found.
But nothing could've prepared them for the unfortunate day.
They knew they were having a daughter. They had had a gender reveal just a few days before the cursed day. They had spent hours shopping for their little girl and decorating her nursery.
Ameera spent a lot of time in the nursery while she was pregnant. In a way, she wanted her child to get used to it. But after the miscarriage, nor Ameera nor Hashir stepped foot in that nursery again. If one of the two even walked past the room, their eyes would sting with tears.
Ameera looked down at the child in front of her. The little girls big brown eyes staring at her, her little fist tucked in her mouth. Her milky skin soft. Her soft, silky hair covering her little head. But what captivated Ameera most was her eyes. She had never seen eyes like this child's before. They were brown, with hues of grey. From far away, they looked dark brown. But as you moved closer, you could see the specks of grey and hazel.
"Ameera, what did you mean by it wa-," Hashir was cut off by the sight in front of him. His wife was bent down at the entrance of the door and in front of her was a box, holding a little child dressed in pink.
Hashir froze.
They both seemed to be in shock.
Until Hashir snapped out of it. "Who the hell is this?" He pointed at the now cooing baby. When Ameera didn't reply, he stepped forward to reach towards the cardboard box. "We have to take it to the police station," he said, his voice bitter and emphasizing 'it'.
"Wait!" Ameera screeched and Hashir stopped. "Umm, there's a huge storm outside and it's really dangerous to be out at this time," she softly said.
"I don't care," he gritted out.
Ameera stood up and looked her husband in his eyes. "Please Hashir," she almost whimpered out.
Hashir stared at her for a few seconds before stalking off towards his home office. Ameera let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. She turned around and looked at the little baby that seemed to be about two months old. Her eyes softened as she looked at her.
She shakily reached out and held the baby in her arms.
"You're so beautiful," she whispered and smiled at the child. The child just let out a little coo, trying to understand what she was saying. Ameera let out a small laugh at the baby's attempt and wiped the tears that had fallen once again.
She looked back in the box and found a little note.
Dear whoever finds my babygirl,
I'm sorry for leaving Hana at your doorstep, but I had no other option. You see, I have stage four cancer and there's nothing I can do about it.
Hana's father died long before she was born and I wouldn't be able to take care of her in this condition. I didn't put her up for adoption because I didn't want her to end up in a bad place.
I don't know if you will be able to take care of my little Hana, but please I beg of you to make her feel wanted. Please take care of her.
I'm sorry Hana.
Hana's mother,
Ameera's heart broke after reading the letter. She slowly walked towards her husbands office.
"Hashir," she called out, walking into the room. His face was in his hands and it was dark in the room. She walked towards him, Hana still in her hands. She placed the note on his desk. He looked up before grabbing the note and reading it.
His face remained emotionless and blank as he read the letter. His then looked up and raised an eyebrow at Ameera.
Ameera scoffed, "Hashir, her father is dead and her mother is probably too. We can't just leave Hana at the police station,"
"Then what do we do Ameera? She's an orphan. And all orphans go to the orphanage," he sneered.
She looked down at Hana who was playing with her hands.
"But Hashi-,"
"Oh, I know what this is about. You," he pointed at her, "want her to stay here, with us," he said.
"That won't happen," his voice rang out.
"She's a child Hashir," Ameera let out helplessly.
"A child who belongs in the orphanage!"
"What if this was our child? What if our daughter had to go through something like this, huh? What if both of us were dead? What if our daughter ended up in bad place where they..." Ameera bit her lip to keep in the sob.
"Well maybe if our daughter was alive, it could've been a possibility,"
Ameera's head immediately snapped up at what he had just said.
"Ouch," she thought to herself.
Ameera slowly shook her head, "What has gotten into you?" She asked, "You were never like this,"
When he didn't reply, Ameera turned on her heels and walked out of the room.
It seemed like a day wouldn't go by where she wouldn't cry. Without even noting, she walked towards her daughters room.
Her dead daughters room.
She slowly opened the door and looked around. It looked the same. The white crib was still in the corner of the room. All the mini pillows still in the crib. All the pictures still hung up. The little crib mobile still rotating slowly.
On the other side of the room, they had set up a little play area for their daughter.
Ameera ignored the pain in her chest and moved towards the closet in the room. It was a mini walk in closet. They had a lot of clothes. Some were gifted and some they had bought themselves.
She moved towards the racks and chose a plain light pink romper. She decided to give Hana a bath since she was probably feeling cold. She gently placed her into the baby bath tub they had bought.
After drying off the little girl, Ameera changed her clothes and struggled with putting the diaper on.
Ameera had practiced on one of her friends infants before but all was forgotten.
After finally putting the diaper on properly and her clothes, she took Hana downstairs. She headed towards the kitchen and started to make the formula milk. Only then did she realize they didn't get rid of anything.
It was about 1 am and both Ameera and Hashir were awake. Little Hana, however, was fast asleep in Ameera's lap. Ameera was sitting on the couch in there living room and Hashir was seated on the opposite end of the room. Nothing new though.
Ameera slowly stood up, being gentle and trying not to wake Hana up. She turned and walked towards the her daughters room.
"Was it possible to fall in love with someone in less then 3 hours?" She questioned herself as she stared at the tiny beauty in her arms.
She walked towards her daughters room and placed Hana in the crib. Hana moves around before clutching a stuffed animal near her. Ameera stood there, watching her silently.
She heard footsteps out the door. They momentarily stopped before continuing to their destination. Ameera gave Hana one final look before heading out of the room.
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Ok so if I write another book would y'all be down to read it? Like the book would be dark themed and stuff. Let me know if I should.
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