Mother Adila: Part III

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This is the third part in a series, so if you have not done so already, you might want to read Part I and Part II before continuing.

Adila woke up the next morning feeling warm and happy. She had had a dream that she was pregnant, and even as she knew the deep, warm, fuzzy feeling she was experiencing was nothing more than the hormones that result from her biological clock going off, she still savored the feeling.

Until she sat up in bed with a start.

Her dream was coming back to her now, in bits and pieces. It had been a dream, hadn’t it?

Adila clutched her belly, as though she could feel anything through her abs or the roll of fat covering them.

It had been a dream. Hadn’t it?

Adila tried to shake herself out of it. Of course it had been a dream. There had never been any angels in her bedroom. Angels weren’t real, and if they were, why would they come to her? She wasn’t exactly living a saintly life. Of course, she tried to do good and help out when she could, but she also went out shopping with her friends, drank alcohol, swore, sometimes “forgot” to wear her headscarf. And just because she was technically a virgin didn’t mean she had been living like a nun. She was just waiting for the right guy.

Adila felt a sudden sinking sensation in her stomach. She could never convince any guy to be with her if she already had a baby.

But she didn’t have to worry about that. She wasn’t pregnant.

Right?

After some mental back and forth, Adila gave up and went to the drugstore down the street. She tried to act casual, grabbing some candy bars and a pair of sunglasses along with the pregnancy tests. She didn’t meet the cashier’s eyes as she paid.

She tried not to hurry home, only partially succeeding. Her legs moved faster and faster as she got closer to home, anticipating the relief she would feel when she peed on that stick and it told her what she already knew, which was that she could not possibly be a pregnant virgin.

The test was positive.

Adila through it in the trash and was already opening the next one before the first had landed in the bottom of the trash can.

It was positive.

Adila through it into the trash with its predecessor and tore into the next one.

It was positive.

Adila burst into tears. It wasn’t possible. She couldn’t be pregnant.

She took deep breaths and forced herself to calm down. She thought back on the night before. She ran through the conversation in her head, beginning with the startling realization that there was a strange man in her room.

No. A strange woman. Who had later turned into a man.

This was too weird. It couldn’t be possible.

Adila stared at the test in her hand. She had to fix this.

To be continued…

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