Fallen angel. Broken, bruised and loved {completed}

20. Flowers.

Waqas's POV

All was going good Alhamdulillah.

We were happy with Fatima. She has a smile, a precious one, which I love. I guess, I really fell for her. That smile,

the beautiful eyes,

the golden heart.

All these things made Fatima so special. I wanted to give her all best and of course, our unborn gift.

We were eating in silence. None of us said even a single word on the dinning table.

We finished eating and Fatima was taking the dishes when I grabbed them all from her, shocking her.

"What? What are you doing?"Fatima said, but I have already taken them and put them in the sink.

"Nothing, what have I done now?"I said giving her an innocent cute face, hoping that she will believe me. She gave me a suspicious look.

"You took the dishes from me. Don't give me that innocent look MR. Khan. It's not going to work with me." she said. I put on a fake frown and went away running to the living room just so she doesn't come to me.

"Silly boy! Paagal!"Fatima yelled after me.

In 10 minutes she was in the living room with two cups of tea.

I carefully went behind her, preparing for my new plan.

Just as she was about to put them on the table, I snatched them from her hands.

"Oh, no! Not again. You!"

"Yeah, me? But what me now?"I innocently said.

"You either take the things from my hand, or there's a ghost in this house!"she said, looking scared around.

"Yeah, maybe, maybe it's a ghost, who knows."I said to her, trying not to laugh at her nonsense.

She sat down.. next to me and wrapped her tiny arms around me.

"No ghosts my dear. It's just being some weirdo. Now calm down."I said, stroking her beautiful blond hair.

"Ok, as you say. I still want to know who the weirdo is."she muttered enough for me to understand. I nodded a yes with my head.

I continued watching the TV which had a match on. Though I was paying more attention to the beauty laying in my lap than the match, I still knew what was going on.

I saw Fatima closing her eyes. They were closing slowly, but still, she was awake.

I knew that if I even move, I might break this flower.

The most beautiful flower, that Allah granted me with. I really don't know what I have done to deserve such an angel like Fatima.

While I was in my thoughts, I looked at her, like someone might take her every moment, and wake me up from my beautiful dream.

But she was there, beautiful as always, sleeping peacefully on my lap.

I took the blanket and covered her, making sure nothing was disturbing her sleep.

After the match finished, I took the sleeping angel in a bridle style and carried her to our room. I placed her on the bed and laid next to her.

Holding her in my arms, I fell asleep counting my blessings.

The next morning I got up for Fajr. Fatima was already praying, so I put my prayer mat next to her, and after making Wudu, I prayed too.

I made a Dua for our unborn gift and my princess to be healthy I finished and put my mat on its place.

I went back sleeping.

After waking up, I saw my breakfast on the sidetable. 

"Your breakfast, MR. Late for office."Fatima said with a playful expression on her face.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake up. I got up from the bed and hugged Fatima really strong. She got startled. Her expression changed to shock.

I pulled her by her waist, still holding her in my arms.

Fatima's POV

I brought the breakfast to Waqas and decided to tease him. But I guess I should've not done that.

He jumped on me, hugging the life out of me. I got shocked, but also scared.

He pulled me by my waist just like when...

And tears started forming in my eyes.

I put my head on his chest and wrapped my arms so tight around him, like a person drowning in the sea.

We sat on the bed and Waqas rubbed my back. That seemed to help, because I calmed down, returning the normal expression of my face.

Waqas ate his breakfast and went to work.

Waqas's POV

After calming Fatima down and eating my breakfast, I went to work.

I couldn't concentrate on anything the whole day.

Going home, I saw a flower shop which I have never noticed there before.

I stopped out of curiousity and entered the shop.

I don't know how, but I left with roses.

I got into the car, realizing what I've just done.

I got home, but before that I attached a little note with the flowers.

I got home. I didn't see Fatima in the living room, so I guessed she was resting.

And yeah, I found her in our room, sleeping peacefully.

That was my possibility.

I carefully placed the flowers into a vase, after that, I let the not being shown only from the top and left the room.

Fatima's POV

I heard the door closing.

I slowly opened my eyes.

I turned around and something caught my attention on the side table.

It was a vase.

Since I love adventures, I slowly sat on the bed and picked up the vase.

I looked the flowers. They were red roses, my favorite ones. There was a note.

Flowers for my flower.:*

Huh? Who was supposed to be that? The weirdo that takes the dishes from my hands?

Anyways, flowers, I'll keep them, because they are a beautiful creation of Allah.