"You said you don't hate me. So, can't we start a new chapter?" she said trembling, her eyes filled with hope.
He laughed loudly. "Aliya Emdad are you a stupid or just pretending to be. Listen to me carefully. Yes I don't hate you. Actually I feel...
Hello my precious readers! I hope I'm not too late😅. I got really busy with life to write this relaxing story. Anyways, this is the second last chapter of the story🥺💞
**An epilogue of the story may be added in the next month as a bonus chapter. But the next chapter will be the official end to the Story of Aliya and Tahmeed.
You may see their scene in my fourth book, 'Her Suspicious Healer' –the story of Sarah– Tahmeed's sister.
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"You look so adorable with her," my sister said, laughing. "I bet you two will make amazing parents someday."
"Parents?" Aliya and I echoed in unison, our voices tinged with nervousness.
The word hung in the air, sparking a mix of emotions we weren’t sure we were ready to confront yet.
We stared at each other for a few seconds until the baby’s soft cries startled us.
Later, we returned to the guest room where we were staying. We planned to explore the city, so we began getting ready. I left the room to give Aliya some privacy to change her clothes.
When I returned after taking a shower and putting on my pants, I found Aliya still sitting on the bed in her previous clothes. She hadn’t moved from where I left her. She was fidgeting with her fingers, her face downcast.
Something was wrong.
My heart clenched with worry. I knelt before her and gently cupped her face. "What’s wrong, little rabbit? Tell me what’s bothering you," I asked softly, my voice filled with concern.
She slowly lifted her hazel eyes to meet my honey-brown ones. "I’m worried about our future," she said quietly.
That was serious.
"Well, it’s not something you should worry about alone. We’ll talk about it and find solutions together, love. So tell me, which part of our future is bothering you?" I asked, caressing her cheeks.
"Tahu…" she began nervously, her hands resting on my bare shoulders. "I’ve been thinking about our future… I mean, about having babies."
"I see," I replied. "Don’t you want any? If that’s the case, I’ve already said I’m fine with it. It’s entirely up to you. If you don’t want to carry a child, we can always adopt when we feel ready to be parents–"
She cut me off abruptly. "No! I want… I want to have a baby. I want to experience motherhood… the pregnancy… everything." Her words came out in a rush, and I noticed her cheeks flush.
A weight lifted off my chest. I wanted to be a father, to see our little ones running around the house. But only if my All was ready for it.
"So what’s wrong, love? If you want babies, we’ll have babies," I reassured her.
