Why isn't he speaking? He's just sitting there. I keep waiting for him to fall backwards into the fountain, though I'd rather he not. Is he not happy about us having a baby or is he in shock? Granted, I was shocked at first but after a while, I couldn't slap that goofy grin off my face. That smile fell when I told Aladdin the news and him not saying a word is worrying me.
"Aladdin? Please say something!" He looks up at me and it looks almost as if he's lost.
"You're pregnant?" If I hadn't dropped to my knees at that moment, I wouldn't have been able to hear him. I can see he's struggling with himself. He's trying to grasp onto reality. I know exactly what he's thinking. He's thinking of Cassim and his mother. He's questioning himself on whether he'll be a good father or not. Neither one of us know much about parenting considering our mothers died when we were young. I can't say much bout Aladdin though. Having to grow up without both parents had to be hard. I don't know why he would doubt his abilities in becoming a good father. He's such a great man and has done so much for others. I've got to set him straight.
"Aladdin, look at me. I know what's going on in that head of yours. Quit doubting yourself. You're will be a great father. This baby will be so proud to have you as a daddy. I know I am." I can feel that goofy grin spreading across my face again. I'm starting to see one spread across his as well. I love to see him smile; it always makes my day so much better.
"So, we're having a baby?" I nod my head. I'm too happy to say anything! I just want to jump in his arms and share my excitement with him. To my amazement, Aladdin is jumping up and taking me with him. Apparently, his shock has subsided and he's twirling me around. Not a good idea because now I have the urge to vomit.
"Aladdin, put me down. Now!" I run to the nearest bush and make it just in time to relieve myself of what breakfast I had. I feel a pair of hands on my back; one rubbing my back and the other holding my hair. I'm so thankful to have him. This is, so far, the worst part of pregnancy and I hope he continues to help me through this.
"Are you alright, Jasmine?" There's that concern again. Please don't be overbearing. That's the last thing I need these next eight months.
"I'm fine. I don't think someone was too thrilled about your display of happiness." I'm so happy that he's taking this better than I thought. To think, Aladdin and I will be parents. I guess we should tell our own parents as well as our friends and the people of Agrabah. I don't know if I'm ready for that. Who's to say I'm ready for anything?
Aladdin insisted that we have our romantic dinner and it was wonderful. I can't remember the last time we spent some alone time together and in such peace. My Father was over the moon earlier when we told him about the baby. So thrilled, in fact, that he almost shouted from a nearby balcony. Genie, of course, went crazy and produced everything baby related he could. I, however, noticed one particular creature not too enthused. As soon as we told everyone, Abu scurried off somewhere to most likely sulk. This is a new step with Aladdin and I don't think Abu is too keen on the idea. Abu shouldn't be jealous! Aladdin hasn't ignored him and never will. I wonder if he noticed Abu's actions? I don't want their friendship in tatters over us having a baby.
"Aladdin, have you seen Abu lately?"
"I did earlier when we told everyone about the baby. Why?" He slips into bed with me and looks at me, confused.
"I noticed he wasn't too happy about the news. I think he might be jealous. I hope he knows that he doesn't have to be."
"I'll talk to him first thing in the morning. As of now, I want to spend some more romantic time with my beautiful wife and mother of my child."
I can't seem to sleep. It must be all the excitement or maybe it was the sex. Who knew that all these hormones I've been experiencing could make it so much better? There's that goofy grin again. I seriously don't think I will be able to remove it. I look over at Aladdin, who is fast asleep, and I just want to reach out and run my hands through those black waves. I don't want to wake him though; he looks so peaceful. I could lay here and watch him all night but as usual, my daydreaming is interrupted by morning sickness. How much longer do I have to go through this? It's becoming annoying.
I settle back into bed beside Aladdin. He stirs in his sleep but thankfully he doesn't wake, instead he drapes his arm over me and sighs. Nothing gets better than this. Well, maybe I'm wrong. We do have a baby on the way and I'm sure that there will be many moments like these.