愛; M𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗎 B𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖺 𓂃 )

You and Bachira had been married for two years. During those two years, he always asked you to have a child, but you always said no, you weren't ready. Two years had passed, the two years you'd been married, and he asked you again if you wanted one. This time you said yes.
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Bachira did her job, the first step was completed, then came the second; Pregnancy.

Those were the worst 9 months of your life: strange cravings, nausea, vomiting, pain, etc… Before you knew it, you were in the hospital room with your baby in your arms and Bachira in front of you crying.

Four years passed. You were drying your daughter after her bath. She was very calm, calmer than ever. She looked like she was making a plan. After a while, the little girl ran out of the bathroom laughing. She wanted to play. As you chased after her, Bachira arrived. She found you leaning on your knees, your breathing erratic. She came over and put a hand on your back. "Hi, sweetheart, how's everything? You look quite agitated. Did something happen...?"

Upon hearing it, you look up and notice that you are also very sweaty.
"The thing is, while I was drying our daughter, she ran out of the bathroom and I haven't been able to catch her. She has way too much energy compared to me. Could you help me?"

Upon hearing you, he agreed and began searching for his daughter. When she saw him, she ran away, escaping from him. Since he was quite fast, he managed to catch her and carried her out of the room in his arms. "Do you want me to continue?"

When you saw the baby in her arms, you smiled wearily. “If you would be so kind…” you said between ragged sighs.

Upon hearing you, I take the girl to the room so I can dry her off and dress her. After putting on her pajamas and fixing her hair a little, I leave her sleeping and go with you to the sofa for a while.