She missed you so much. She was gone for three months, leaving you when you were three months pregnant. Three months pregnant with her baby. She was so happy when all the treatments you had to go through finally worked, resulting in a healthy baby boy now growing day by day. And yet she wasn't there for three whole months. She wanted to be with you, with her son. To care for you, love you, kiss your head, and hold you when you went through emotional outbursts. But now she was going home.

Oh, she was so happy, rushing home, hopping on the earliest flight she could get. She flew from the UK to Urzikstan this time, a bit far away, but all that mattered was that she was coming home. She busted through the door once she got home, throwing her bag down. Her smile was so wide, yet soft as she saw you, startled by her sudden entrance, wearing an oversized t-shirt. Yet, despite the large clothing, it did little to hide your bump. The bump she loved oh so much. Six months along now, and you were glowing.

"Zawjati habibti..." She said softly, coming over to you and kissing you gently on the lips, then your forehead before she eventually moved to kneel down in front of you, hands placed on either side of your belly as she rested her forehead against it, "Oh, he's grown so much, ya amar."