This… It wasn't even possible. Where could she have been… again?

The grey haired advisor wasn't shocked. He was panicked.

He managed during weeks to do his best, to do the maximum to keep the red haired woman close to him but again, she disappeared.

It was the second time in the same week.

He knew he was asking a lot to her. It wasn't in her comportment to stay still and spend her days peacefully. But here he was.

Nahla wasn't in their apartments.

Ja'far's face was mixed between anxiety and weariness. Where could she have been?

Trying to pull himself together, he took one second, touching his forehead with his hand when he closed his eyes.

If Nahla wasn't in their apartments and if she wasn't working today, where would she want to spend her time?

'Ja'far, you just need to concentrate for a second.' He thought for himself. 'Maybe the garden would be an appropriate place for her right now with this sunny afternoon? I hope so, at least, it would be a safe place.'

Reopening his eyes, he made his way towards the royal garden, secretly praying for her to not be in the market place she liked a lot.

There were too many persons to his taste. Even if she was easy friendly with people, he wasn't, but really, wasn't reassured to know her surrounded by a big crowd. Not like she was a fragile thing, he knew that already, and it was also why he liked her. The way she could protect herself always made him smile, and he was proud that her wife was strong.

But now, it was radically different.

She wasn't alone anymore.

As he was about to reach the garden, Ja'far heard a soft humming. He turned his face, searching the origin from the sweet sound. And there, he spotted Nahla.

He sighed in relief seeing her form, leaning against a tree, rocking herself gently, almost imperceptibly. She had her eyelids closed, enjoying the light breeze which was caressing her face.

Nahla shifted her eyes opened when she felt a presence sit down next to her. A smile won her face when she realized it was no one but his precious husband.

"Hello Beautiful. You came to enjoy the calm of the garden too?" she asked to him, readjusting herself a little bit.

At the second, Ja'far had protectively put one of his arm around her shoulders and the other one on her stomach. He sighed, one more time in the day. He wanted to take one of his serious face to reprimand her, but he couldn't. He let her go, placing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Nahla… How many time have I told you to stay in the room when I was working? This way, if you call for me, I can reach you right away."

"But, Ja'far", began the woman, "You know I can't stay all the day in the room. I need some fresh air too and-"

"You can go on the balcony for some fresh air." He cut her.

The red haired girl sent him a dark look. She didn't like when he cut her in her words, but she didn't like at all when it was for saying something that stupid.

"Are you even serious? If I was doing that, you would tell 'Oi Nahla! That's dangerous, you could fall or worse!', am I right?"

A little sweet pink won the freckles cheeks of the advisor. He coughed twice, sign that he was becoming nervous.

"Na-nahla… That's not- Yes maybe I could say that." He admitted after seeing the glance she sent him. "But, I only say that for your interests, and you know it, right?"

His dark eyes were pleading his cause, hoping she would understand why he was so protective around her.

And Nahla was weak for his puppy look level one. She was even more for his level two and three, but here, he didn't need to reach such extremes.

She relaxed herself a bit.

"Ja'far" she began, "I know you're worry. I know you only want to take care of me but, I'm not a child anymore." She smiled trying to initiate a mimicry from the man next to her. But unfortunately, it didn't seem to work for him. She continued.

"Please sweetheart, try to relax, just a bit, okay? You're afraid, and it's only normal, for you, or for any other man in their live."

"It's not that simple Nahla…" replied Ja'far, not ready to relax at all. Anxiety had won his face again. He slowly put himself up. When he was standing, his gaze contemplated the blue sky.

"I… I'm not just 'afraid' Nahla, I-I am scared. What if I fail protecting you? What if I can't show you the love you deserve? What if you realise who I really am and to save yourselves, you leave me, both of you? What if I fail being the father I wanted to be? What if-"

At this point, Ja'far interrupted himself, looking down his wrist. He saw his wife's hand, wrapped around his, pushing herself up to be in his height.

She cupped is face with her hands, resting her forehead against his. Seeing the dark iris of Ja'far was almost unbearable for her. She took a deep breath, expiring slowly. Then she separated but keeping a certain proximity.

"You won't fail." She murmured softly, "I'm positive this little one will love you and will know that you did your maximum to protect them even before they could breath. You can become the father you want to be, it's for you to choose."

Ja'far let a sob exit his lips and pulled Nahla into a hug, his shaky arms wrapped around her shoulders, his face hidden in the nape of her neck.

Automatically, she responded by putting her own arms around his neck, her hand softly caress his grey locks.

"What if they end like me? What if they hurt their own mother? What if they hurt you?" his words were almost inaudible. Nahla could feel the vibrations of his words against her skin.

She hated this. She hated seeing the man she loved in this state. She didn't find him pathetic or weak, it was quite the opposite but… She hated knowing she couldn't do anything for him.

"If they become like you, then I would be the proudest mother ever because it would mean, my baby would be as awesome as his father, and not just the features." She couldn't help but smile as a tear rolled over her cheek.

She felt the sensation on her neck that a little smile forming by the grey haired man.

She let her arms go from her husband and took one of his hand, putting it on her stomach. She placed it on her lower-abdomen, closing her eyes.

She could felt the gaze of the man of their hands, knowing he would feel it soon.

She opened her eyes in one shot when she felt something move against her hand. She smiled truly when she saw the look, at the same time, lost, interrogator and surprised form Ja'far.

"Nahla… It…" began the advisor with a little voice.

"I know, right? The little one is saying 'hello' to you. And I'm pretty sure if they take the time to greet you, it's because they will love you. See? Tell them something."

Ja'far gave a small nod before knowing in front of his wife's stomach. He posed gently his hands on her belly, pulling his face closely to speak.

"H-hey buddy. I'm not sure you understand this now but, I'm happy you're part of our family. I hope you will be beautiful as your mother. Be sure that we will love you as much as we could. I hope you will be there soon because your mommy and me can't wait to show you. I love you little one."

A new tear rolled along the Nahla's cheek, which were tainted by a soft pink colour now, when she felt a new pressure in her lower-abdomen. She was sure that the little kick was a direct answer for their father words.

On the euphoria which was winning him, he stood up to put her wife into a warm hug.

She chuckled. The man she knew was back and she also knew this, would be a new point to let her stay in her all the day for the next few weeks.

"Thank you. For everything." Whispered Ja'far, raising the chin of his wife to give her a kiss with was commensurate to his feeling for her.

"You're welcome Ja'far. You're welcome."

EXTRA

⭐A few weeks later⭐

Ja'far was working on his office like any other day. At least, that was he was trying to convince himself.

'Everything will be alright, everything will be alright, relax yourself Ja'far, relax yourself." He thought.

The sound of an opening door was heard and Ja'far rose his look in front of him. There was, Masrur, with his usual straight face.

"You can come now Ja'far, they're done." Told the pink haired one.

"O-o-oka-ay! I'm coming r-right now!" Almost shout the obviously stressed advisor.

He ran towards his room, risking a fall at least twice during his rice.

He entered into, without even thinking knocking.

So, there they were.

Nahla in their shared bed, and in her arms, a little, minuscule petite form with a sleepy face.

Nahla turned her face to him, sending him a tired smile then letting her gaze stared at the new born in her arms.

"Nahla… Are you okay?" asked Ja'far, a concerned look on his face seeing his wife that tired.

"I'm perfectly fine. Look at this little puppy, isn't she beautiful?" she told him, knowing his face would be won soon by a certain excitement.

"Isn't she… Nahla, is it a girl?!" he asked her, his eyes coming to her own face and the baby's form.

The exhausted woman couldn't help but laugh lightly. "Yes she is. Would you like to take her?"

A sound which seemed to look like a 'glup' escape from the throat from the grey haired man. He gave a small nod, sitting on the edge of the bed. He took the petite form in his arms, being the most carful he could be. His eyes were quickly fielded with water when he realized that this little one seemed to have the same grey hair that him. But the cutie had inherited from the amber eyes from her mother.

He smiled as he put the face of his baby close to his, nuzzling his nose with hers.

"Welcome on our family, Takisha."

Hello everyone, I hope you're all fine. Thank you for the previous favourite/follow/review, it always makes me so happy! I said once I loved fluff and sweet story, and I'm weak for children and pregnancies. So I had to do this story, back in January 2016. And, I hated to make Ja'far cry, I'm trulu sorry!

Ho, I had to give names to my "readers" characters. Nahla means "drink of water" and Takisha means "healthy and alive", a wish from her parents, of course. I didn't change a lot of things for this chapter, so I hope it was okay.

Have a lovely day~

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