Azaan

Bonus Chapter One.

Cravings Azaan's Style.

Azaan's Pov.

Sometimes I wished that mamma or even dad told me about the crazy cravings that pregnant women have. When Saira was pregnant with Zainab I cooked any type of food for her and she used to eat it without a fuss but now I have no idea what to do.

Calling my parents isn't something that I want to do, why?

Because I know that mamma would say that she is my wife and I can handle it while dad will just laugh at me.

I looked at Zainab for help but how can a three-year-old know about this?

She is currently eating the same chocolates that Saira is. I can't say anything because when I do I will get the scolding that I don't want to have.

"Mamma, baba is staring again...."

Zainab leans to her mother and tells her this while looking at me. I just shake my head at her knowing how much she is just like Saira in many ways.

She might have some of my characteristics but she is her daughter.

"Zainab, I was staring because she has something on her chin", I tell her leaning closer to my wife and wiping the smudge of chocolate on her chin.

"Thank you", she tells me while continuing to eat the remaining chocolate in front of her.

I got up and walked toward the kitchen to make some food for her.

Real food.

Bismillah.

I walked back out of the kitchen with two plates in my hands making my way to my family.

"Saira, come on. Let's have lunch, please", I tell her giving her a small smile.

"Okay, wait. I have to go and wash my hand...."

"Its okay I can feed the both of you", I interrupted her taking some food and feeding Zainab first and then her.

"Okay, thank you", She says letting me feed her and Zainab.

Now I can understand why I keep seeing how Dad used to just watch Mamma. He used to stare at her all the time.

His eyes had love in them.

Like mine has now.

Saira's Pov.

I didn't want to hurt Azaan with my mood swings but what can I do especially when someone like me is pregnant and my hormones are all over the place?

After finishing the food he prepared for me and Zainab, it was time for her nap. Putting her down for it is getting hard as she is used to getting Azaan to do it.

"Azaan", I call out to him.

He didn't even answer me as he knew what to do when it comes to Zainab.

"Come on, Zainab. Let's take a small nap and then when you wake up you will get ice cream of your choice, okay?", he tells her making Zainab get up from the couch and ran to her room.

Azaan followed her to make sure that nothing bad happened while she gets into bed.

This is what I always wanted to have.

A family.

A husband who would do anything for us.

And now I am always going to be thankful for that day he came after me. But I couldn't help thinking of what would have happened if the truth didn't come out.