Madina’s POV
The days passed slowly after I told Mama. Each morning, I woke up feeling lighter but also afraid of being too happy. The first few weeks of pregnancy felt like carrying a secret sunrise, beautiful, but fragile.
I didn’t tell anyone else. Not even Aisha, not yet. The fewer people who knew, the safer it felt. Abubakar had promised not to say anything until I was ready, and for the first time in a long time, I believed him.
He had changed in small, quiet ways. He checked in before leaving the house, brought fruits home, and sometimes sat beside me in silence while I worked on my laptop. Nothing grand, just presence. And it was enough.
But walls have ears.
I noticed Samira’s glances first, the way her eyes followed me when we met in the hallway, the slight pause in her voice
