Azaan Asks For Help From Iman.

Azaan's Pov.

Before He Sees Saira.

Alhamdullilah, Dad asks Mamma to tell me how to get Iman to tell me where Saira is. I hope and pray that this works or else I will have to look for her myself which will take more time.

And I don't want that to happen.

I want my wife back and our child.

"Iman, I have something for you...."

Before I could even finish what I was saying she gave me a look that told me that ' I should try again '.

"Continue, dear brother. I am waiting", she tells me folding her hands on her chest.

"This is for you, my dear lovely sister", I said while giving her the package that I had brought especially for her.

Mamma, I hope you are right about this.

"What is this?" she asked me while taking it from my hand.

"Your gift from me...."

"Okay spill ,what do you want? I know that you aren't giving me this without knowing something. So what do you want to know, brother", she asks holding her favorite ice cream in her hand.

"I need Saira's address, please. I need to apologize to her and ask her to forgive me. I know what I did was wrong that's why I need to recitify my mistakes and ask her to forgive me", I explained to her.

I could feel tears forming in my eyes, knowing that my sister might not tell me if she wanted to.

"Okay, fine. I will tell you but from there you are on your own, deal?", she tells me.

"I quickly agreed with her.

She explained to me where my wife was staying for the last four months. I owed my sister for this.

I thanked her with a hug and quickly left to get there as it was an hour's drive. I just hope that Dad will take care of the office for the two days I have requested from him.

He is still the CEO of the company and I am still training under him even though I know that he wants me to take over as soon as possible. Because he keeps saying that he wants to spend time with Mamma.

I drove to my house and started packing what I needed into my suitcase. And gave the maid some instructions on what to do while I am gone.

Then I got into my car and drove to my destination without stopping anywhere but I knew that I had to get there and see her.

My Saira.

My wife.

In half, an hour I reached where she was and took a deep breath then knocked on the door. But to my despair, It was the wrong door.

"Sorry, who are you looking for?", the old woman who answered the door asked me.

"Saira..."

"That lovely young woman, well she lives in the next apartment", she tells me pointing at the door opposite hers.

I thanked her and what she said next was something that I needed to hear.

"Take care of her son. She is a very special lady who deserves nothing but love. Take care, son".

I thanked her once again and then took a deep breath and knocked on the right door this time.

There she was beautiful as ever with our baby in her stomach.

When They Are In Her Bedroom.

I hated seeing tears in her eyes especially when they are caused by me.

"I am sorry, Saira", I tell her over and over again while holding her in my arms.

I could feel her shaking in my arms, I don't know what to do except hold her.

"Why are you here Azaan?", she asks me trying to move away from me but I couldn't let her go not now and not ever.

"I am here to take my wife back to our house...."

"What wife, Azaan? When you threw me out of your house without a single thought that whatever I tried to tell you then, was the truth", she tells me harshly wiping her tears with her hands. "You can stay then you will leave tomorrow morning. You can sleep in the guest room, excuse me", she added getting up from the bed and walking out of the room.

Have I lost my wife because of my stupidity? I can't lose her, Ya Allah, what should I do? I can't give up on her or our baby.

Saira's Pov.

He is here but why?

I can't do this anymore especially when I have to think about my baby and not myself.

If he wants me back then he will have to prove himself to me that he wants me and has changed.

I went to the kitchen to get dinner ready because I was hungry but I didn't know if he was going to eat or not as I left him in the bedroom.

I finish getting dinner ready and went to call him but I couldn't find him.

"Azaan...."

"I am here, my wife", he answers me. I turned around to see him coming out of the guest room with his hair wet and a towel around his neck.

I couldn't help but remember that he loves to take a shower before having dinner.

"Dinner is ready. If you want to eat, you can join me..."

"I will be right there, I need to finish something first", he tells me walking back inside the room.

I shrugged and walked toward the dining room to eat as the baby isn't waiting for anyone. 

As I place the food on the table, I could hear footsteps coming toward the dining room. I immediately knew who it was.

As I was about to sit down when he came behind me and hugged me startling me.

"What are you doing, Azaan?", I asked him turning around to face him.

"Hugging my wife. I missed her so much especially when she used to fed me...."

"Azaan..."

"No, I am never letting you go..."

"Well, I am hungry and if you don't mind that I want to eat and feed my baby..."

I couldn't even finish what I was saying when my stomach grumbled making me blush.

"Then come let's feed our daughter", he tells me leading me to the chair and sitting me down.

Azaan then started putting food on the plate, I couldn't help but I was holding my laughter when I saw the amount of food on the plate.

"I can't eat that much, Azaan," I tell him pointing at my plate.

"This isn't for you only. Its for me too", he tells me smirking at me. "Okay, now open your mouth so that I can feed you", he added putting the spoonful of food in front of me.

"I can feed myself, Azaan...."

"I know but I want to feed you, please let me", he tells me. 

I nodded and let him feed me.

Ya Allah, I don't know if what I am doing is right or wrong. If it's wrong please guide me to the right path. I love Azaan but I can't be with someone who will doubt me in a moment of weakness. I don't want that my life to live every day in nervousness that he might kick me out. I want to get back to him but there is always a doubt that I will always have in my mind of him.

He might change his mind about me and I don't want that hanging over me. 

"I promise to make it up to you every single day of my life. I will trying to be the best husband that I can be to you and the best father to our unborn baby. I love you so much, habibty", he tells me with tears in his eyes.

I couldn't answer him because I don't know what to tell him.

"I know that I will have to prove myself to you again and again. I will do that just for our family", he added smiling at me and walking out of the bedroom leaving me on the verge of tears.

When something is broken it doesn't mean you just throw it away. You fix it. Just like marriage, divorce should be the last option in a couple's life. Broken things can be fixed when people know what to do instead of throwing them away.