“Something’s... different.”

Zoya stared at her reflection. Her fingers brushing her stomach. It wasn’t bloated. It wasn’t cramps. It was just… a feeling.

She had been sleeping more. Her mood — unpredictable. She teared up when Akif said “You’re beautiful” and snapped when he forgot to bring ice cream.

Something inside her knew.

So the next morning, she stood inside the washroom — alone. Nervous. Holding the tiny stick of truth.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Her knees grew weak.

Two pink lines.

She blinked once.

Then again.

She wasn’t just Zoya Malik anymore.

She was… a mother-to-be.

Her hand covered her mouth. She sat on the bathroom floor, tears falling — not from fear. But something else. Something unreal.

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Later That Evening…

Akif came home, dropping his laptop bag and removing his shoes at the door. “Zoya? Jaan? Where are y—”

“Akif.”

He turned — and stopped.

She stood in the hallway, wearing a plain white kurti. Hair tied in a loose braid. No makeup. Bare face. Bare soul.

She held a tiny baby onesie in her hand. Written on it:

“See you in 9 months, Baba.”

He blinked. Once. Twice.

“Jaan…” His voice cracked.

She took a step forward, eyes glassy. “You’re going to be a father.”

He didn’t speak. Just collapsed on his knees in front of her — both hands on her stomach like it was made of gold. His forehead rested on her belly, and his voice broke:

“Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you for carrying the piece of us.”

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That night, he didn’t sleep.

He just held her all night, hands on her stomach, whispering,

“I love you.”

“I’ll protect both of you.”

“You’re my everything.”

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Gosh I'm in tears (🥺) i can't believe from being where to where they have reached...ahhh I'm gonna cry😭😭

~Authour.