Azaan

Chapter Thirty-one.

Azaan Proving Himself To Saira.

Azaan's Pov.

I can't lose her, my savior, my wife, and my love. I have to change myself to be a better person for her and our baby.

I don't want to hurt her anymore but I can't leave her either. I called the one person who would give me advice on this.

Not Iman.

My mamma.

I explained everything to her and let her advise me on what I should do.

"Cook for her, and don't let her feel sad, and don't let her cry. Take care of her...."

"In short, dont hurt her", My dad interrupts her.

"Aayan, really?".

"Yes, that's the first rule. Never hurt your pregnant wife. Or don't even take food from like especially chocolates", he tells her laughing.

I couldn't help but remember when Mamma had my siblings, she would love to eat chocolate at every meal that she had and this made Dad ask a lot of questions Aunt Sameera who is a gynecologist

"I wasn't like that...."

"Yes"

"No"

"Okay guys, bye", I say to them hanging up.

They didn't even help me except for the fact that Mamma said to cook food for her.

I knew Saira wasn't a picky eater but has the same favorites as my sister Iman. They both love chocolates and ice creams.

I decided to make her breakfast and get her some of the chocolates I had brought with me to give her.

I hope what I am doing won't hurt you anymore, my wife. I am sorry for everything that I have done for you.

I slowly got up and went to the kitchen to get breakfast. Waking up early isn't hard for me because I used to see how Mamma used to wake up early for prayers.

I couldn't but smile as I remembered being stubborn about wanting to pray with them every prayer except Fajr.

I was a kid back then so Mamma would let me sleep until I had reached the age of 8 that's when Dad used to wake me up and we used to go to the masjid together.

Making breakfast for one of the things that Mamma and I used to make whenever we could.

"Azaan, what are you doing?" Saira asks me as she came into the kitchen.

"Ummm...I am making breakfast for us...."

"Thank you but I am not hungry..."

"Even its your favourite breakfast?", I ask her putting the food on the kitchen table. I hid my smirk from her because as soon as she saw the food I could see her eyes pop out.

And then I placed her favorite chocolates alongside the plate.

"Come, let's have breakfast. Please". I tell her while taking the food to the dining room.

She reluctantly followed me and then took a seat waiting for me to put her plate down.

Saira's Pov.

He is making this hard for me. Why can't I just ask him to leave like I did when he arrived yesterday? Because you love him, Saira! You love him.

When I saw the breakfast I immediately knew that he might have called Iman or even mine or even his parents, but it couldn't be Iman.

"Why are you doing this, Azaan?", I ask him taking a bite of the food. I don't even know why I even ask him that when I know the answer.