Cravings Azaan's Style.

Azaan's Pov.

Sometimes I wished that mamma or even dad told me about the crazy cravings that pregnant women have. When Saira was pregnant with Zainab I cooked any type of food for her and she used to eat it without a fuss but now I have no idea what to do.

Calling my parents isn't something that I want to do, why?

Because I know that mamma would say that she is my wife and I can handle it while dad will just laugh at me.

I looked at Zainab for help but how can a three-year-old know about this?

She is currently eating the same chocolates that Saira is. I can't say anything because when I do I will get the scolding that I don't want to have.

"Mamma, baba is staring again...."

Zainab leans to her mother and tells her this while looking at me. I just shake my head at her knowing how much she is just like Saira in many ways.

She might have some of my characteristics but she is her daughter.

"Zainab, I was staring because she has something on her chin", I tell her leaning closer to my wife and wiping the smudge of chocolate on her chin.

"Thank you", she tells me while continuing to eat the remaining chocolate in front of her.

I got up and walked toward the kitchen to make some food for her.

Real food.

Bismillah.

I walked back out of the kitchen with two plates in my hands making my way to my family.

"Saira, come on. Let's have lunch, please", I tell her giving her a small smile.

"Okay, wait. I have to go and wash my hand...."

"Its okay I can feed the both of you", I interrupted her taking some food and feeding Zainab first and then her.

"Okay, thank you", She says letting me feed her and Zainab.

Now I can understand why I keep seeing how Dad used to just watch Mamma. He used to stare at her all the time.

His eyes had love in them.

Like mine has now.

Saira's Pov.

I didn't want to hurt Azaan with my mood swings but what can I do especially when someone like me is pregnant and my hormones are all over the place?

After finishing the food he prepared for me and Zainab, it was time for her nap. Putting her down for it is getting hard as she is used to getting Azaan to do it.

"Azaan", I call out to him.

He didn't even answer me as he knew what to do when it comes to Zainab.

"Come on, Zainab. Let's take a small nap and then when you wake up you will get ice cream of your choice, okay?", he tells her making Zainab get up from the couch and ran to her room.

Azaan followed her to make sure that nothing bad happened while she gets into bed.

This is what I always wanted to have.

A family.

A husband who would do anything for us.

And now I am always going to be thankful for that day he came after me. But I couldn't help thinking of what would have happened if the truth didn't come out.

We wouldn't have become a family and Zainab would grow up without a father in her life.

"She is asleep, alhamdullilah", Azaan tells me as he sat down on the couch beside me. "Whats wrong?", he asks me when I wasn't looking at him.

"I was just thinking about Faryal's son. Will he beat what he has? I pray that he does as he is an innocent little boy", I tell him.

"I know that you wanted to be tested if you are a match but couldn't due to the fact that you are pregnant and it won't be wise to do so. In shaa Allah, he will get a match. Besides, I think Hanan is currently helping them with that. So if anything comes up, she will let us know", he says to me making me smile.

"That's true but I can't imagine what they are going through. I would never wish any harm to anyone even if they are bad. No one deserves that, especially a child, Azaan", I tell him putting my head on his shoulder. I didn't want to think about it but as a parent, you would want to protect your children from the entire world if you can.

"Come on, let's get you to bed too. It seems you need a nap", he tells me as soon as he saw my eyes dropping.

I didn't even bother to argue with him as he was right about me needing a nap.

"Here we are", he tells me when we reached our bedroom.

I lay on the bed and pulled him towards me.

"You need it too, come on. We will nap together", I tell him.

Azaan removed his shoes and got into the bed with me.

"Thank you for letting me back into your and our daughter's life", he tells me kissing my forehead and making me smile.

"You are most welcome...."

I didn't even finish talking when we both heard tiny footsteps outside our bedroom door. As soon as the door opened, Zainab comes in rubbing her eyes.

"Come here, habibty", Azaan tells her, and then he carried her into our bed.

"Baby", she says caressing my pregnant stomach.

"Yes, its your little sibling...."

"Its your baby brother", Azaan interrupts me. I didn't even say anything as he is always right.

He predicted that our first baby would be a girl and I ended up giving birth to Zainab.

"Baby brother. Love you", she says putting her head on my chest and putting her thump on her mouth to suck.

Azaan and I looked at each other before pulling us into his arms and closing his eyes knowing that we are safe.

Alhamdullilah.

Never wish badly on anyone even if they are your worse enemy. They are people too with feelings even if they tend to do is only harm people. But sometimes Allah knows best. He knows when to test them and to give them the lesson they need in life.

Forgive, love, and most importantly pray for each other to have a good life and a good ending.