His Second Addiction

Epilogue 1

Aaidah:

It's been a year since I gave Aaran another chance. Shocking, right? I'm still surprised whenever I think about this. Time has passed by so quickly. We have been married for three years, though we spent two of those years apart. But this one year has been so amazing that I have forgotten all the pain of those two years.

Aaran has been treating me so well. He showers me with so much love- bringing me flowers every day, cooking for me, sometimes helping me out with my work even when he is busy and always finding ways to cheer me up when the world is too harsh. What means the most to me is how he never even glances at other women. I have noticed it so many times when we are out- his eyes are only ever on me.

At first, I was still afraid to trust him but not anymore. He earned that trust back, not through words but through actions. He made me believe he truly changed, made me believe in love again. Because of him, I learned that if a man truly wants to, he will. He will change, grow and become better - not for the world, but for the woman he loves.

I came back to reality by the sound of footsteps. It was Aaran, walking in with a plate of pasta. It's four in the morning and I had a sudden craving for pasta. So, I woke him up and ordered him to make it for me. And he did. He got up, went to the kitchen without a single complaint. "I made it spicy just the way you like it." He said, placing the plate on the bedside table before gently helping me sit up.

He knelt down in front of me and gently placed his hand on my baby bump. "My sweet babies, don't trouble momma late at night. She needs her sleep too." I giggled at his sweet gesture. Yes, I'm pregnant. Nine months along. Just one week left until my due date. And we are having twins - twin girls.

"Eat." Aaran says softly. I nod my head and start to eat but as usual I can't finish the whole plate. So, he picks it up and finishes the rest for me - just like how he has been doing throughout my pregnancy. I crave a hundred things but I never manage to eat much. Aaran never complains. He doesn't let the food go to waste nor does he scold or pressure me. He just quietly takes over and finishes it.

I pulled out my phone and waited for him to finish eating before calling him over. "Come closer. Let's take a selfie." He glared at me. He hates taking pictures, always had. But still, he leaned in, just because he knew it made me happy. I opened Snapchat and picked the Pookie filter. The moment the picture snapped, I burst into laughter. He looks hilarious and somehow still cute. "My babygirl." I murmured as I kissed his cheek.

"Send me the picture." He says casually. I blink at him, a little confused - he never ask for pictures. Still, I send it to him on Instagram without questioning it. A moment later, my phone buzzes.
Aaran Ibrahim tagged you in a post.

I open the notification and there it is - our selfie. The one with the pookie filter. He posted it, on his main feed.
The caption reads: "Her Babygirl."

I stare at the screen, too stunned for a second before a smile slowly appears on my face. He didn't post it to close friends. That means everyone can see it. Everyone will know I'm his.

These small acts of his are what make me the happiest. It's his way of telling the world that that he is mine and I'm his. A silent warning: women should stay away from him and men should stay away from me. Of course, he is possessive. He gets furious if any guy even dares to look at me. It's a good thing that he stopped killing people because if he hadn't, so many men would've been dead by now.

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My due date came sooner than I expected. The days had flown by so quickly and now - here I'm, in the hospital, being wheeled towards the OT as labour pain hit me like a crashing waves. Aaran is right beside me, holding my hand tightly while I struggle through the pain, my body drenched in sweat.