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“Hello, Amanda! How are you today?” she greets her sister.
“She already named her,” Jordan chuckles, coming out of the bathroom.
I’m not surprised. Skylar is three girls in one. That’s three times the brain capacity. Of course, she’d name the baby before it’s born.
And yes, I love the name, Amanda. I can already imagine them playing heartily on the patio of our new house.
Skylar and Amanda.
Jordan and I would be watching over them and would probably join in at some point when it feels like we’re not too overbearing.
It’s a beautiful daydream that would soon become a reality. Suddenly, there’s a jerk, almost like a small earthquake and Skylar topples to the ground, terrified.
Neither Jordan nor I are scared, though. Instead, he picks Skylar up and places her on her seat with a chuckle that spreads to her face.
“Tell Mommy I’m not a baby anymore. She called me baby…” Skylar tries to whisper to Jordan as he straps her to her seat.
“I heard that,” I call out and roll my eyes, making both giggle. It’s no surprise that Skylar remains as close to Jordan as possible. Much closer than me, her mother.
What can I say? She’s a daddy’s girl.
As soon as we left the rig, Jordan and I started two things. The first was processing his adoption for Skylar.
When Skylar was handed the certificate that officially allowed her to call Jordan “Daddy” she didn’t understand it.
Everything was gibberish to her, except the part where she could now say “Daddy!” and Jordan was legally obligated to answer in the affirmative.
I cried watching her cry into Jordan’s arms in joy. Jordan was also crying, as he made promises to her to never leave her side.
It was a solemn moment, but the most joyful moment of my life, because the next moment, Jordan dropped down on his knees and asked me to marry him.
That’s the second thing we started. A life together.
In under three months, Jordan and I got married in both Christian style and traditional Omani style. It was the most beautiful thing ever.
Now, as I’m approaching my delivery, I have decided to have the baby in Oman. Here also, is Jordan’s official coronation ceremony. I can’t wait to witness it.
If our wedding was as magical as it was, I can only imagine how ethereal the coronation of a Sultan would be.
We land less than thirty minutes later, indicating that the turbulence was from the pilot’s attempt at descent. Completely normal.
“You know, I don’t think Skylar likes you calling her baby…you think you can slow it down a little? Maybe ‘big girl’ or ‘sweetie’…something a little more generic,” Jordan tells me once we have exited the plane and Skylar sprints ahead of us to the convoy waiting ahead of us.
Hakeem runs after her.
“Of course.” I roll my eyes. “You’re her spokesperson as well.”
“Ayayay! Hakeem,limahabat allah,you don’t need to go after her. You’ll exhaust yourself.” Jordan laughs at his friend who does look silly running after the five-year-old in hisdishdasha?the traditional Omani attire for men.
I love it…but men should not be running in it.
There’s a little salute from various security officials, welcoming us into the country before we get into the car allotted to us.
I’m from a rich background, but this is so much more luxury than I’m used to. Firstly, I’ve never traveled in a convoy of more than three. Only one would be the security car and that’s because all the directors of the company are moving simultaneously.
Here, I stopped counting at seven. I guess it’s more than befitting for the leader of an entire country. There’s already a seat with Skylar’s safety chair prepped even before we landed. That’s some insane attention to detail.
We drive for a few hours, and I feast my eyes on a civilization that’s completely different from the one I’m used to.
