Our Perfect Love Story.✔️

Progress And Babies.

If it all leads to this..
I'll take that road with you..
Over and over again
Till we cross that bridge
And begin on a new slate.

I'm seated in Nasif's living room crying.
But not any normal tears.
Tears of joy.

Nas hurriedly comes in with a glass of water.
"Take this. You need to be hydrated so the baby won't be thirsty " He says worriedly and happily.

"Well if only my dad was this excited when I was coming " I say back.
"happy face" He says drawing my lips up to smile.

  "This is great news. And I have been feeling so bad" he says again.

I know what he meant I just don't want to spoil the moment for him.
"Well now you have a reason to smile 24/7" I say back.

"I don't know what I would have done if you didn't convince your dad" he says and I look at him confused.
"Well your former unrequited love for me" He says rubbing my tummy.
He squeezed my shirt and brought it to my chest so he could look at my tummy, but all he was actually looking at was my belly not pregnancy.

"I married you because my dad was going bankrupt, I didn't know what the deal was but I had to" I say back.
   "You don't have to be shy baby"

"I didn't even know how you looked until the week we got married".
"No we met at my sister's wedding " he says.

"I don't remember ".

"I drove you and mama".

"OMG!!!That's true" I start laughing slightly embarrassed and I wasn't the only one.

Flashback.
I wore my gray fitted gown with my silver set, silver pouch and gray shoes with my well tied turban. I got the style from hauwa indimi it's amazing actually.

Mama wore her asooke and she looked simply stunning.
"Let's go" she calls me before leaving the parlor.

I walk out and see my mum in the passengers with a guy driving. I got in the back seat.
"Hajarah, no greeting?" She asks me.
    "Evening" I greet him.

"Evening" he simply says back.
 
I have to say he is good looking. Handsome but not my type.
They kept talking about so many things but the only word I paid attention to hear was 'pilot' I didn't care enough to listen in on their conversation.
   "Hajarah tell him" mama calls me.
"What?" I ask.

"You're so engrossed in your phone you aren't even joining the conversation" she says a bit furious.
     "I didn't want to talk while my elders are talking " I say back.

"Anyway... he asked you want you are presently studying in school".
     "Oh... Interior design" I say back.

"That's good. It must be fun" he says.
     "Yeah it's partly the reason I'm doing it but mostly because I love decorating".

He smiles.
"Passion matters the most. If you don't have a passion for what you're doing it becomes a problem" he tells me.
"And coming from him it's 100% true". mama says.

"Yeah it does" is all I say back.
Then I started looking at the rear view mirror checking myself out.
Saying: you look hot. Ahh! Is this me? Make up suits me well.