Date of the Date ✔️

💫Going tobe a father💫 Edited

London
July
2018
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Pulling up the large shade that was covering her face, Akhtar got into Deens chest, inhaling his manly scent an expensive oud perfume which was his signature scent that always linger around there room and where ever he stayed for few minutes.

Been on a vacation with her husband was the best thing she loved and would cherish her whole life. Thanks to her mother inlaw for making him take her his wife along with him to London.

He was on a business trip yet akhtar enjoyed her stay in London, even without been in his arms all the time like now, is something akhtar can trade in the whole world just to be in her husband arms burying her face in the crock of his neck.

"Babbyyyyy I want some" akhtar called for the attention of Deen shoving her phone to his face to show him the picture of the very shawarma that got her craving for.

Deen maintained the hard look on his face not liking the way she was distracting him, he was never in support of the idea of having her with him during the trip but never the less got to do that because if his mother unending rants about them never spending time together, all he got to do was buried his face in his MacBook with work day in day night.

She was right he never got to spend time with his wife and also his unborn child, he didn't want to have her lose the baby like the last time his excused for letting her stay with his mother.

"Babbyyyyy you know you have to stay healthy for her" placing his hands on her almost invisible bump, Deen placed his MacBook by the side table getting her face up to look into his eyes.

She was ever inches beautiful and any man's dream but not having a feeling for her got him feeling sorry for her at times like this. She was the best full wife material ever man could ever wish for, but he still loves his Rafah or the girl who looks so much like her which was making him wonder if she was alive but a death person can never be alive.

That alone made him believe it through the hard way, that the girl can never be his Rafah he knew deep down somewhere there was some missing puzzle. But he made himself belief she was just some other girl looking like his Rafah, she is a different person and not even near his Rafah.

"I just pray she get the color of your eyes" akhtar prayed placing her hands on his which fits so perfectly, "so I'll let you order the shawarma but just for today we need to keep her safe" Deen ordered placing a soft kiss on her lips before helping her up.

"You look big already" Deen tried joking as he walked behind her watching as she was swaging her ass in those tight jeans maybe she should stop wearing such clothes so the baby could be safe.

"Lemme get into something comfortable" akhtar got into the closet, Deen settled on the bed getting back to work so he did round up before she comes out.

"Am done baby" akhtar rolled round around the room to pick up some of the stuffs she will be needing,"shall we" Deen took her hands in his and together they walked down the stairs out of the house only for them to meet up a yellow buggati waiting outside for them.

Collecting the key from the driver Deen made sure akhtar was sitting in the passenger seat comfortable before he walked to the driver seat, "where to mi_lady" he asked starting the engine of the car.
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