Until I Met You ✔️.

EPILOGUE

AMAN
Algiers, Algeria.
One Year Later.

I turn my eggs in the pan as I wait for Naeem to come down. "Naeem, we need to go," I yell, "or else we'll be late." I add, "Give me a minute; I'll be right down." He yells back.
He comes down and gives me a kiss on the forehead before taking a seat.

"So what is my wife making for us this beautiful morning?" He asks, rubbing his hands together, "What you eat every other day." I joke, keeping his plate in front of him. "Well, this looks too good to be eaten, Aman. You have got to stop spoiling me," he smirks, and I nod my head, ignoring him.

I never knew Naeem was such a charmer, but it turns out you never know someone until you're married to them.

After eating, we exit the house and walk to his car. I'm sure you must be wondering where we are heading early this morning. Well, I'm going to this book store to sign a few copies of my cookbook. That's right, I published my own cookbook filled with my own recipes.

We arrive on time, and I take a seat while people take turns giving me their books to sign. I look over at some point, and I notice Naeem standing at the far end of the room with a huge smile on his face. When he catches me looking, he makes funny faces, making me giggle, then he mutters, "You're doing great," with a thumbs up, and I mouth back a "thank you."

I finish an hour later, and we leave together. "Can I drive, please?" I ask, "No, please," he says, opening the passenger door for me, "Pretty, please?" I pout, and he looks away. "That only works on certain occasions, Albi, but not when it comes to risking our lives," he says, closing the door after making sure I'm seated properly.

"You just indirectly said you don't trust me," I exclaim. "I never said so; I only said I don't think you need to drive right now," he explains, turning on the car.

I've had something I've been wanting to tell Naeem about for some time now, but I don't know how to say it. After putting a lot of thought into it, I've decided to man up and tell him what's been bothering me.

The drive back home is quiet except for the Qur'an recitation playing in the car. We get home thirty minutes later, and I'm so exhausted. "Are you tired?" He asks as we head up the stairs, "So tired,"  I yawn.

"Go pray and rest; I'll be right back," he says, giving me a kiss on the cheek before leaving me in our room. After praying, I decide to go downstairs to get some water, and I'm met with a surprise. Naeem is trying to pin up a sign that says "congratulations."

"What are you doing, Naeem?" I ask, walking further into the sitting room. "Why are you here? You should be resting," he says, finally pinning up the sign. "You ruined the surprise," he sighs, coming to hug me and placing his chin on my head.

"Does it help if I say I still love it?" I tease, "Don't make it worse," he chuckles, and we both inhale deeply, "I'm so proud of you, Aman. I'm glad you went for your passion and did what you do best, making me the proudest husband alive. I love you so much, and I pray to Allah to continue to bless, protect, and guide you. I'm so glad I'm the one that gets to share your achievements with; you've made me a better man in ways you can't imagine, and I love you more every day for that."

"Being around you has made me realise a lot of things and how important a lot of things are in life. Just your smile alone is enough to make someone's day better. I know you're tired of hearing this, but your hugs are one of the things I love about you, and how much you care about the people around you, as well as how clumsy you are, how cute you look when you blush, and all those little things about you that make you you."

"Congratulations, Habibi; I wish you all the best." He says, pulling away from the hug to see me crying, "Oh, come on, Aman, what have I said about crying?" He scolds me, raising an eyebrow at me while using his thumb to wipe away my tears. "I can't help it; you're always making me cry with your words, ok?" I pout, and he chuckles, dragging me to the table to take a seat.

"Well, I can't say I don't like making you speechless, but enough with the tears, please," he says, dragging out a seat for me. "And by the way, don't you think you have something overdue that you need to tell me?" He asks, narrowing his eyes, and my heart begins to pound.

This is it. I clear my throat before looking down at my nails. "Well, uhm. I've been wanting to tell you but didn't know how to. Please don't be mad. I just didn't know how to tell you, ok?" I emphasise, and he nods for me to go on.

"We are going to be parents," I wheeze. "And this is where I say I've known for a week now," he says, holding onto my hand. "What?!.. how?" "I have a sister who has had two kids and a mother who's eyes are as sharp as can be; she knew even before I knew," he explains.

"Well, why didn't you say anything?" I exclaim, "I thought you wanted some time to process things and be ready before you told me, so I was giving you time." He says, "Oh, Naeem." I say, choking on tears, getting up to hug him.

"What did I do to deserve you?" I say this into his chest. "You did everything to deserve me, azizi, and I'm so glad that you're going to be the mother of my children. No one would have done it better. You're going to be an amazing mother, insha'Allah," he says. "And you're going to be an amazing father," I say to him.



"Uhibuki Aman," he mutters. "Wa'ana uhibuka Naeem," I say.

And it's a wrap loves🥹!

How was the epilogue did it meet your expectations?
Until I met is finally complete and will be edited soon. I love you all so much🫂❤️ and look out Aamir and Nasreen's story. I'll give you all a tiney tiny bit of information about the book the title of the book is "After I met you."
See you soon and don't forget to vote comment and share xx.