Beyond "I Do"

7- Honeymoon Phase

This chapter is dedicated to my beautiful friend Ashraf🩷
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Aisha's POV

Today is our last day in Geneva, I woke up that morning with a sense of contentment that I hadn't felt in a long time. Slowly, I blinked my eyes open, feeling the warmth of Muhammad beside me. He was still asleep, his face relaxed, with the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. My heart swelled at the sight—a side of him that wasn't burdened by responsibilities or the walls he usually built around himself. Gently, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him.

I wanted to take some time for myself before Muhammad woke up, to soak in the moment. After taking a long, warm shower, I wrapped myself in one of the fluffy hotel robes. Then, I made myself a cup of tea and wandered out to the balcony. The view of Lake Geneva was stunning. The sunlight danced across the water, and a sense of peace settled over me.

I thought about how far we had come, from the awkwardness of the first few days of our trip, to making love 2 nights in a row! A soft rustling noise came from the room, and I turned my head to see Muhammad stirring. A smile tugged at my lips. I walked back in to find him sitting up, rubbing his eyes, and the way his expression softened when he looked at me made my heart skip a beat.

"Morning, beautiful," he said, his voice still heavy with sleep.

"Morning," I replied, feeling my cheeks warm. No matter how many times he said it, his compliments always seemed to catch me off guard. "Did you sleep well?"

"Better than I have in a long time," he said, his eyes still on me.

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. We had a full day planned, and I wanted to make the most of every moment. As we got ready, there was a certain ease between us, a silent understanding that whatever we were building, it mattered. It felt fragile but also precious, something I wanted to protect and hold close.

Later, as we were having breakfast, my phone began to ring. I picked it up and smiled when I saw my mother's name flash across the screen. I put it on speaker so Muhammad could hear too.

"Assalamu Alaikum, Mamma!" I greeted warmly.

"Wa Alaikum Salam, my darling," my mother's voice came through. "How are you and my Habibi? Are you both doing well?"

"Alhamdulillah Mamma we're both fine," I replied, glancing at Muhammad. He smiled, giving me a small nod.

"Good, good. We've all been missing you. You need to send more pictures; we're living through you right now!" my mother said, and I chuckled.

"I'll make sure to send some today, in shaa Allah," I promised.

Then, I heard my Am'ma Janna's voice in the background. "Oh, Hal tilk A'isha? Let me talk to her." (Is that Aisha?)

My mother handed over the phone, and Aunt Janna's familiar, teasing tone filled the speaker.

"A'isha, Habibti! Izzayak ?" Aunt Janna asked, her voice brimming with warmth. (How're you?)

"Alhamdulillah Am'ma. izzayy il-aHwaal?" (How'd everything?"

"Alhamdulillah , just wondering if I should be expecting some big news soon in shaa Allah," she said with a laugh. My eyes widened, and I could feel my cheeks immediately heating up.

"Am'ma Janna!" I exclaimed, my voice betraying my embarrassment.

"What?" She continued, clearly enjoying herself. "We're all just wondering if there's any news about a little one on the way. You know your mother is very eager to hear some baby news!"