Hafsa

Twelve

Aasim's POV.

Hafsa is now +5 months pregnant. She just finished her final exams. Now she's going to level 400 Insha Allah. They're on a long vacation.

"Aasim!!" I heard Hafsa yelled from the kitchen. "Yes baby." I said walking to the kitchen. She was standing in front of the fridge. "We're out of ice cream." She pouted. "And I'm craving for ice cream." she added.

"Don't cry please. I'll go buy some for you now." I hugged her and a planted a kiss on her lips. "I'll be back in a jiffy." I kissed her soft cheek and left.

I went to a nearby Ice cream shop and bought a large jar of ice cream before heading back home. As I stepped into the house, I spotted Hafsa, Abdul and his wife Basma sitting in the living room, conversing.

"Young B!!" I grinned giving Abdul a manly hug. "My man!" He said laughing. "Have you seen how fresh you look?. Your wife Basma knows how to take care of you to be honest." I commented. She smiled sheepishly.

"Good afternoon" she greeted. "Afternoon amarya (bride) I hope this young billionaire is taking good care of you."

"C'mon bruh you know how I love her. You know I don't joke with.... you got it, right?" Abdul grinned and we both laughed making Basma to blush. Hafsa and Basma went to the kitchen to cook dinner while Abdul and I went to the masjid to pray isha.

We came back from the masjid (mosque) and went to the dinning. The ladies were setting the table. I pecked Hafsa on the lips before settling down. "We haven't prayed yet so wait for us" Hafsa said and I nodded. I know my wife well. She'd skin me alive if I started eating without her. They went upstairs to pray while we wait.

They came back after some minutes and we started digging in. "You're really lucky, Your wife knows how to cook." Abdul said taking a spoonful of fried rice and grilled chicken. "Well with the help of your wife of course." Hafsa said smiling.

"Hafsa is just the best wife any guy could dream of having. She knows how to take good care of me. She's my happiness, that's why I love her so much and I'd do anything to make her smile." I looked at Hafsa who was already blushing.

"I love you too" she said and pecked my lips. "Mara kunya, ah gabana? (Shameless guy, in front of me?)" Abdul said and punched me in the shoulder. "Ouch!! That hurts"

"Abdul let's not fight, you want to break my husbands arm?" Hafsa protested and Abdul laugh. "I'm sorry ma'am." He apologized. We continued eating before they stood to leave.

I accompanied them and went back in. I went upstairs and saw Hafsa already in bed taking her ice cream waiting for me. "Hey habibty (my love)" I sat close to her and kissed her tummy. "Baby I want to go visit your parents tomorrow." She informed, keeping the ice cream bowl on the side drawer.

"I'll take you during the weekends Insha Allah"

"No, Your sisters and I are going shopping tomorrow."

"No!! You're not going. I don't want you driving in this condition"

"I'm only six months far, c'mon baby love please!" She pouted. I pecked her lips. "Drive safe please"