So, here is an insomnia Skript!

Lol I think this is the longest Skript I have ever written lol

Enjoy!

*Rami and Rana are in the car on the way to Rana's parent's house*

Rami: *looking at Rana* are you nervous about telling your parents baby doll?

Rana: *shaking her head* Not really. I mean this is good news Alhamdulillah!

Rami: *smiling and bringing her hand up to his lips* it is. How do you think your mom is going to take it?

Rana: Oh she is going to freak out! She has been wanting grandkids since I was in high school! Be prepared for lots of hugs and crying and shrieking! She may faint!

Rami: *laughing* I wouldn't expect anything less!

Rana: I'm serious. I don't think you are probably prepared. Your mom's reaction is going to seem like nothing compared to my mom's!

Rami: Gorgeous, you're forgetting I have known your mom my whole life, I know how she is.

Rana: That's true.

Rami: *keeping one hand on the steering wheel and putting his other one on her stomach* how are you feeling?

Rana: I'm okay. A little nauseous.

Rami: Do you need me to stop?

Rana: *shaking her head* No, I'll be okay In Sha Allah.

Rami: In Sha Allah. I am so excited for him to come.

Rana: I think it's a girl!

Rami: I don't. In fact, I KNOW it's a boy!

Rana: How do you know that!?

Rami: Cause I had a dream about it!

Rana: *WARILY* oh yeah? What was it?

Rami: Well, I was sitting in the middle of a room facing the Qibla, and you came in, you took my hands in yours, you kissed my palm, and then you put my hands on your stomach, before you left. I then raised my hands and I was making Duaa. Exactly nine days passed, and on the ninth day, you told me that we needed to slaughter one sheep.

(Yes, I know that one sheep is for a girl, but in a dream, usually when you have a girl, it means in real life you are having a boy, and if you have a boy, it means in real life you are having a girl).

Rana: *her face softening* Awwww

Rami: So? Am I right? Are we having a boy?

Rana: *staring at him before her face lights up* YES! WE ARE HAVING A BOY IN SHA ALLAH!

Rami: OH MY GOD! *he quickly pulls the car to the side, and pulls her into a hug, kissing her so hard* I'm so happy! *he puts his other hand on her stomach, and starts to move them around.*

Rana: What are you doing love?

Rami: I'm trying to see if he is kicking.

Rana: *laughing* honey, it's too soon for him to kick!

Rami: Rana! He's MY child! You just know he is going to be advanced in EVERYTHING that he does In Sha Allah!

Rana: *smiling* In Sha Allah.

Rami: *patting her stomach eagerly* Come on habibi! Come on my baby! *he leans down closer* Kick! KICK! YOU CAN DO IT! KICK! KICK!

*After a few minutes of Rami unsuccessfully trying to cheer his baby on and trying to get him to kick, he pulls back onto the road, and soon they arrive at Khalid and Hoda's house.*

Hoda: *opening the door* My babies! Come in! *she hugs Rana and then Rami, ushering them inside the house* KHALID! THE KIDS ARE HERE! *she puts an arm around Rana* Hi my baby!

Rana: Hi Mama!

Hoda: How are you habibti?! Oh honey you should wear your sweater! Its cold!

Rana: Thank you Mama but I'm not cold.

Hoda: *frowning* are you sure?

Rana: Yes, thank you.

Hoda: Okay, but you should go get some water, you look a little dehydrated.

Rana: No thank you.

Hoda: At least have some juice!

Rana: Really, it's okay.

Hoda: I'll get you some juice.

Rana: *slightly annoyed* Mama, I'm okay.

Hoda: Dinner will be in about twenty minutes, but let me get you a snack before then.

Rana: *laughing* I'm okay Mama! I can wait until dinner!

Mama: *shaking her head* I don't think so dear! You look a little pale.

Rana: Mama. I'll be fine. I promise.

Khalid: *calling from the other room* Hoda, can you come help me find my glasses!

Hoda: *rolling her eyes* your father would lose his head if it wasn't attached! *calling* I'm coming Khalid!

Rana: *waiting for Hoda to leave before turning to Rami* Rami! We haven't even gotten out of the hallway yet and she's driving me crazy!

Rami: I know habibti.

Rana: *putting a hand to her head in distress* why does she treat me like a baby?

Rami: *rubbing a hand down her back* because you are her baby.

Rana: *sighing* I know, but it gets kind of annoying.

Rami: *pulling her into a side hug and kissing her head* I know honey, but she does it out of love. Maybe you should just tell her about the baby now to give her something else to focus on.

Rana: *in disbelief* are you KIDDING me!? Can you imagine how much more protective she would get if she found out I was pregnant?!

Rami: *laughing* I guess that's true. But think of it like she will pamper you more!

Rana: I guess. I dunno, maybe ill just wait until dessert so we will get to leave right after she finds out.

Rami: Whatever you want gorgeous.

Hoda: *calling from the other room* Rana! Come put these socks on so you don't slip on the tile floor!

***
*LATER AFTER EVERYONE HAS EATEN DINNER*

*The four of them are gathered around the table, and are getting ready to eat coffee and dessert*

Khalid: So Rami, how are things going with you and Hud?

Rami: *swallowing some coffee* good Alhamdulillah! The Palm Reader security system will be ready for release in two weeks!

Khalid: *beaming* Alhamdulillah! I am so proud of all of my boys!

Hoda: Rana, are you sure you should put that much sugar on your coffee? You don't want to get lightheaded.

Rana: Thank you Mama for being concerned, but I'll be okay.

Hoda: Okay habibti, but at least put some milk in there to dilute the coffee so it isn't so strong.

Rana: But Mama, I'm drinking decaf!

(And yes, decaf coffee is okay for pregnant women)

Hoda: *handing her the cup of milk* I know habibti, but still.

Rana: *through clenched teeth* Thank you.

*Rami squeezes her hand under the table.*

Khalid: Rana habibti, I like your hair like that.

Rana: thank you Baba! I got it cut and colored yesterday!

Hoda: Rana honey, I don't think you ate that much at dinner, let me fix you a plate!

Rana: Mama, I ate a lot, I promise.

Hoda: *shaking her head* No you didn't. I'll make you some now!

Khalid: *in a scolding voice* Hod hod, leave the child alone!

Hoda: But Khalid, she didn't eat! She's too skinny already!

Rami: Mama Hoda, believe me, if Rana was hungry, she would eat. She is fine.

Hoda: Rana, let me get you a jacket at least, it's pretty cold in here!

Rana: Mama! I'm fine!

Hoda: You look cold!

*Rana sighs, and takes a bite of her cake so she won't say anything to her Mom, and Rami put his hand on her knee, squeezing it gently.*

Khalid: *glad that his wife is focusing on someone other than him* Rana my dear, how goes the job hunt?

Rana: I am actually going to take a break for a while.

Hoda: *frowning* is that wise? I don't think you should do that, it will be hard for you to find one if you wait too long.

Rana: Um, I think it is best right now.

Hoda: I don't think so dear.

*Rana looks at her husband desperately*

Rami: I agree with Rana, it is best for now.

Hoda: Sorry habibi, Mama knows best, and I don't think it is.

Khalid: *popping some cake into his mouth and pointing the spoon at his wife* Hoda, if she thinks it is, then it is. Let her decide what is best.

Hoda: *frowning* Rana, you need to think about the overall picture and not just what you want to do right now! I know that maybe moving across the country made you feel a bit sad, but you have to get back out there! Let me give you Maysoon's number, her son is a doctor and he can get you a job at his office! I have it in my phone! I'll get you a jacket while I go get it....

*Rana stands up abruptly, her fork clattering to the tile floor*

Rana: *practically screaming* MAMA! STOP IT!

Hoda: *in astonishment* Stop what?!

Rana: Stop smothering me!

Hoda: Honey! I just want to take care of you!

Rana: I don't want to get a job! I don't want to wear a jacket! I'm eating enough food! I'm not dehydrated! AND ALL I WANT TO DO IS EAT CAKE AND PUT SUGAR IN MY COFFEE WITHOUT MILK! *she bursts into tears, and throws herself onto Rami, who pulls her onto his lap, and strokes her hair, kissing her face, and murmuring comforting words to her*

Hoda: What's wrong with her?

Rami: *looking up at Hoda* Well Mama, Rana is feeling a bit overwhelmed because she is pregnant.

*Both Khalid and Hoda gasp, and Hoda actually drops her plate of cake*

Hoda: *hurrying around the table* Oh Rana! Oh habibti I am so sorry! I didn't mean to upset you! *she pulls Rana's face up* you are my baby! You are my little girl! You are my only girl! Your brothers never let me take care of them, and now that Rami took you away from me, the only time I get to spoil you is when you are here! *she pulls on Rana's arm so she is no longer sitting on Rami's lap, but on hers instead* Habibti, I didn't mean to make you feel bad, I am so sorry!

Rana: *sniffling* It's okay Mama. I'm just emotional.

Hoda: *smiling* are you really having my grandbaby?

Rana: *nodding* I am.

Hoda: *putting her hands on Rana's stomach, tears rolling down her cheeks* Mabrook habibti*

Rana: Mabrook to you Teta!

Hoda: *laughing* I'm going to be a Teta!

Rana: *half laughing and half crying* you are!

Hoda: And you're going to be a Mama!

Rana: I am!

Hoda: Allahu Akbar!

*For the next five minutes, the two of them cry and hug, and Rami and Khalid drink their coffee, trying to pretend that they aren't getting emotional. After everyone had calmed down, for the next half hour, they ate and talked and laughed, and when Rami and Rana went home, everyone was in a good mood.*

*LATER THAT NIGHT*

*Rami and Rana are getting ready for bed. Rami is flossing his teeth, and Rana is brushing her hair*

Rami: *coming back into the room, and dropping a kiss on Rana's hair* how are you feeling now baby doll?

Rana: *smiling up at him* I am a lot better.

Rami: *plopping down on the bed* good. I'm glad.

Rana: *applying lotion to her hands, and climbing into bed next to him. She arranges the blankets over them, and leans against his bare chest, kissing his shoulder* I kind of feel bad I freaked out on Mama tonight.

Rami: *who is playing with her hair* don't be. Everything worked out Alhamdulillah.

Rana: Yeah. *they are silent for a few minutes, both of them just enjoying the other, when she suddenly gives a loud gasp* Oh my GOD!

Rami: *in alarm* What?! What is it!?

Rana: Oh my God! Oh my God Rami!

Rami: *sitting up and grasping her face* Rana! Rana whats wrong?! Should I call an ambulance?!

Rana: *shaking her head* No, no habibi, give me your hands!

*Rami gives her his hands, and she quickly puts them on the left side of her stomach. At first he has no clue what is happening, but then, very lightly, he feels a slight fluttering.*

Rami: *his entire face beaming* Ya Allah. Ya Allah! He is kicking! My baby is kicking! *he leans forward, and kisses her stomach.*

Rana: * who is slightly teary eyed* He is! MashaAllah he is!

Rami: I thought you said it is too soon for him to kick!

Rana: *smiling and pushing his hair back from his forehead* he is your child after all.

Rami: *leaning down again and whispering softly* I love you Yahya.

Rana: *in surprise* what did you call him?

Rami: *sheepishly* oh Yahya. Sorry, I was thinking of names earlier and I dunno I really liked it. I didn't mean to take over without discussing it with you, I just thought it sounded good.

*Rana is quiet for a few seconds, before she smiles.*

Rana: Yahya Abdul Hadi. *she leans forward, and gives him a kiss* I like it.

Rami: *kissing her hand* I do too. *as the baby kicks again, he laughs again* I know this is weird to say, but before this moment, it almost wasn't real to me! But now, *he shakes his head* now that I can feel him it's unbelievable! He is actually inside if you!

Rana: *laughing* he is.

Rami: *choked up* My baby is kicking!

Rana: *tears streaming down her face as she smiles to see her husband's happiness* Alhamdulillah.