Life Without You✔️.

EPILOGUE

The long awaited epilogue is finally here had to drag it a bit😂🤭 Enjoy💗.

Bibi's POV
Abuja, Nigeria.

The sun was unforgiving, but the joy in the air made it bearable.

I stood in my graduation gown, my belly heavy and round beneath the flowing fabric. Eight months and three weeks pregnant. I could feel my baby shifting gently, as if sensing the moment and trying to share in it. My heels were off, I'd given up ten minutes after the photos started, and I was leaning half into Ayman's side, both from affection and exhaustion.

He had barely left my side since morning.

"Careful," he murmured for the third time in two minutes, adjusting the bottle of water in my hand and adjusting my scarf that had somehow shifted. "You're overheating and breathing too hard," he murmured, eyes scanning my face.

I raised a brow. "I just walked across a stage while in my last month of pregnancy I think I'm allowed to breathe hard. Plus I just collected a whole master's degree, Ayman. I think I can handle a little sun."

"Yeah," he muttered, adjusting the way I stood. "But this stage didn't require carrying two degrees and a baby at the same time."

I laughed—softly, because laughing too hard made the baby kick. "Relax, baby. You fuss more than Mama these days."

He narrowed his eyes. "You collected a degree. Not a heatstroke. Can we please go sit?"

"But the pictures—"

"I've taken forty-seven. Yusuf took another twenty. Fayha's been doing video like a documentary crew. We've documented this like a national event."

I rolled my eyes but followed him to the bench under the shade. The minute I sat, he crouched in front of me, resting his hands on my knees.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

"I'm great."

His eyes softened. "You sure?"

I nodded. "I'm standing on the other side of everything I thought would break me."

A small smile tugged at his lips. "You're stronger than you'll ever admit."

"And you're softer than you'll ever let people see."

"Only for you," he said, then kissed my knuckles with a kind of reverence that almost made me tear up.

Not long after as Ayman noticed my legs had swollen up he bundled all of us into the car and took me home.

I took a warm relaxing shower and by the time i came out of the bathroom my dress and favorite slippers were already waiting for me I put them on and relaxed on the bed.

"How is my wife doing?" He asked handing me over a glass of cold water which I gulped down with appreciation.

It still caught me off guard, how far we'd come. I leaned into him, letting my head rest on his shoulder for a moment. "You remember the day I told you I was pregnant?"

"How could I forget?" he said. "You were scared."

I nodded. "I still get scared sometimes."

He turned, cupped my face. "You think I'm not? But there's no version of life without you that I'll ever accept again."

I swallowed hard. That did it. The phrase looped in my head, a quiet anthem: Life without you. Once it had been a possibility. Now? It wasn't even language that made sense.