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It has been months and Ilan's baby bump grew very much it almost reached her nose .
Dominic couldn't be happier with his life right now.
He finally started praying step by step .
He returned to Allah and he felt more than content.
He let go of the mafia work and only focused on his companies so that he won't get Haram money and only provide his child with halal money. (Haram money=money earned by forbidden things in islam that hurt people and that money only brings bad things to a family.)
Ilan was truly the light to his darkness.
She brought him out of the darkness of the underworld and the haram things to the light of Islam and he couldn't love her more .
Ameerah now lived with their dad and they were all happy with the state they lived in .
"I want chocolate now!" Ilan yelled at her husband whining.
"I can't give you chocolate if you don't eat your food first." He glared at her .
He was very strict about her well-being and health since he knew about her pregnancy.
He spoiled her way too much that she grew bored of it but he won't care.
"I want our baby healthy." Is all he says .
"Ouufff nooo I want chocolate right now or I am divorcing your stubborn ass!" She yelled at him getting frustrated.
Her hormones were taking over her.
"Fine!" He yelled at her and got her all the chocolate that he bought her that he hid from her .
"Yesss chocolate." She grinned opening the packaging.
He couldn't help but chuckle at his beautiful wife's behavior.
She even looked more beautiful pregnant with his child . If that was even possible.
She gained weight and she looked more perfect than ever.
He always stared at her asking himself what has he done to deserve her.
He thanked Allah for this blessing and went to pray noon prayer.
Ilan on the other hand rolled off the bed and went to take a quick shower.
After she got out of the bathroom wearing her moroccan pj's.
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