Sofia

"A boy or a girl" I asked Yusuf, titling my head a little to looked at him, because we were both wrapped up in each other embraced.

"Any gender, I don't care" he responded.

"I wish for twins, a boy and a girl" I beamed halpily.

"Then it's okay by me" he replied then pecked my lips.

The bump in my stomach was prominent now, it was clear that I was pregnant for real.

I'd freaked out when we did the first ultrasound. I couldn't believe I was having a little life in me.

"What should we name him or her" I raised my brow.

"Any name you like or want"he said curtly, giving short answers. I was feeling waves of anger building up in me waiting to be released.

"What of abdullahi or amotullahi?" I asked then he hummed in response.

I stood up abruptly "why did you hummed, can't you answer or my questions are too much?" I inquired, putting my two hands on my waist .

He shook his head and said"no" looking confused.

"I was suggesting name for the baby but you choose to hummed in response" I accused him while pointing to him.

"I'm sorry" he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You are sorry?" he nodded in agreement.

"But did I tell you I'm angry" I narrowed my eyes on him.

"Don't sorry, what do you want me to say" he sighed.

"What did I want to say?,uhn ? My troubles are too much right?" I stomped my feet angrily.

His eyes widened before he said " no you aren't, I like you for that".

"You like me because of my disturbance?"I exclaimed dramatically.

He moved closer to me "I love everything about you" he said then wiped off the tears.

I didn't know why I was always emotional and hormonal than normal.

Was it because I was pregnant?

****

It was 1:00pm, I woke up urgently because I was craving for Amala*. (a Nigerian food made from yam flour).

I was hungry.

Yusuf woke up groggily, yawned and glanced at me.

"Why aren't you sleeping" he asked.

"I'm hungry " I replied sulking my lips.

"Hungry!!!" .

"The baby and I are hungry " my stomach used that time to grumbled .

"Lemme go get you food" he turned to leave but I called out to him then looked back.

"I don't want homemade food, I want down the street amala" I said.

"Buttt- she would have closed"he stuttered out.

" I don't care, just get me the food" I ordered him.

"Alright, I'm going" he came to me, pecked my forehead and walked away.

Around one hour time he arrived, I was sulking around the house.

"I don't want Amala" I w.h.i.n.ed.

"What!!!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah, the baby and I don't want Amala" I pouted, "we want spaghetti" I beamed while c.a.r.e.s.sing my bump.

"Are you sure is spaghetti both of you want?" He asked skeptically.

"Yes" I nodded eagerly.

"Okay"

He went to the kitchen to cook me spaghetti while I trailed behind him like a lost puppy.

"Spaghetti" I sang out.

I watched him as he cooked the spaghetti while staring at his muscles how it was flexing.

When he was done, I stood up to take the food from him when I felt a sharp pain below my navel and I screamed.

"What's happening"I asked him getting scared and afraid.

I felt myself peed on my body. "Did I just pee on myself" I asked him embarrassingly.

"I think your water broke" he said.

"What"

"The baby" he breathed out.

****

I was carried to the hospital, I was rushed into the labour room, starting to prepared me.

I asked about my husband from one of the nurses and he said, he went to bring my mum. I was happy even though I was in pain because I had told him that I wanted my mom and him to be there with me when I wanted to give birth.

"Push" I  heard the nurse beside me said.

"Push harder ma'am, the baby is on his way" she said, encouraging me.

I was hearing groans and grunts that I knew were coming from me.

*****

I met myself on a roadside with my hospital gown drenched with blood .

I walked forward and stopped. When I saw yusuf's car coming towards me. Smiling that he was coming but in a blink of eyes a tainted black car ran across him and hit his car making the car to tumbled .

I shouted and ran to him, he was soaked in blood like me but his was more than mine.

I touched his check and he smiled at me, wincing a little but coughed out blood.

He smiled down at me, he held my hand and place it on his beating heart .

"How is our baby?, I hope he is doing great?, tell him that papa always loves him more and never lose hope. I love you and him, please take of yourself...."he trailed off and his eyes closed to  their own accord, his beating stop.

I screamed his name out loudly enough for all mankind to hear.

I felt myself being shaken up by someone, I woke up with tears in my eyes and sweating profusely..

"Yusuf, where is my husband?" I asked frantically.

The nursed looked me with pity, concern, worried, pained.

" You've been out for three hours but congratulations you give birth to bouncing baby boy." she said with so much sadness.

"I knew but where is my yusuf " I asked impatiently because I had a gut feeling that something bad had happened because of what I dreamt earlier.

"We are sorry, we tried our best but He who gives life has taken it" I looked confused I didn't understand what she was saying, she was talking in parables and it was scaring and confusing me.

"We lost him in the car accident...

He

is

Dead".

I'm felt an agonizing pain throughout my body.

I felt pain more than what I was subjected to before.

I felt my world shattered into pieces.

Happiest moments became saddest moments.

And I screamed like I'd never before.

But upon all, I felt numbed.

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