Azaan Proving Himself To Saira.

Azaan's Pov.

I can't lose her, my savior, my wife, and my love. I have to change myself to be a better person for her and our baby.

I don't want to hurt her anymore but I can't leave her either. I called the one person who would give me advice on this.

Not Iman.

My mamma.

I explained everything to her and let her advise me on what I should do.

"Cook for her, and don't let her feel sad, and don't let her cry. Take care of her...."

"In short, dont hurt her", My dad interrupts her.

"Aayan, really?".

"Yes, that's the first rule. Never hurt your pregnant wife. Or don't even take food from like especially chocolates", he tells her laughing.

I couldn't help but remember when Mamma had my siblings, she would love to eat chocolate at every meal that she had and this made Dad ask a lot of questions Aunt Sameera who is a gynecologist

"I wasn't like that...."

"Yes"

"No"

"Okay guys, bye", I say to them hanging up.

They didn't even help me except for the fact that Mamma said to cook food for her.

I knew Saira wasn't a picky eater but has the same favorites as my sister Iman. They both love chocolates and ice creams.

I decided to make her breakfast and get her some of the chocolates I had brought with me to give her.

I hope what I am doing won't hurt you anymore, my wife. I am sorry for everything that I have done for you.

I slowly got up and went to the kitchen to get breakfast. Waking up early isn't hard for me because I used to see how Mamma used to wake up early for prayers.

I couldn't but smile as I remembered being stubborn about wanting to pray with them every prayer except Fajr.

I was a kid back then so Mamma would let me sleep until I had reached the age of 8 that's when Dad used to wake me up and we used to go to the masjid together.

Making breakfast for one of the things that Mamma and I used to make whenever we could.

"Azaan, what are you doing?" Saira asks me as she came into the kitchen.

"Ummm...I am making breakfast for us...."

"Thank you but I am not hungry..."

"Even its your favourite breakfast?", I ask her putting the food on the kitchen table. I hid my smirk from her because as soon as she saw the food I could see her eyes pop out.

And then I placed her favorite chocolates alongside the plate.

"Come, let's have breakfast. Please". I tell her while taking the food to the dining room.

She reluctantly followed me and then took a seat waiting for me to put her plate down.

Saira's Pov.

He is making this hard for me. Why can't I just ask him to leave like I did when he arrived yesterday? Because you love him, Saira! You love him.

When I saw the breakfast I immediately knew that he might have called Iman or even mine or even his parents, but it couldn't be Iman.

"Why are you doing this, Azaan?", I ask him taking a bite of the food. I don't even know why I even ask him that when I know the answer.

The look on his face wasn't something that I thought I would see him.

Sorrow.

Sadness.

I want to give him a chance but I...I don't know maybe I will.

"Because I love you and I need you to forgive me, please. I will do anything for you, just to get your forgiveness and for you to come back with me. To our house...."

"I..."

"Don't say anything, please. Just let me take care of you. And then we will talk more later. For now, eat and then get some rest", he interrupts me.

In the coming days, Azaan has been trying his best to be there for me. He cooks for me and even tries to make me laugh which wasn't hard because of the way he is.

But there will always be the 'what ifs' in my mind. I can't control the mind or even the heart.

I love him.

I remembered the time that he told Azlan's brother that I was his fiancée. It wasn't what I expected from him especially when I knew back then that he didn't feel the same way I did.

I didn't know how or even when I fell in love with him. Maybe it was the way I saw him with his parents and even his siblings.

Love comes without a warning or even a knock to announce its arrival. But what if something happens that will make him question my trust, and love for him?

Then what?

For all of these questions, the only one who can answer is Azaan.

It's time to talk to him about this.

I walked towards the guest room and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

I waited for him to open the door but there was no answer. So I opened the door and walked in not knowing that he was in the bathroom taking a shower.

"Saira..."

A voice said startling me. I almost fell but alhamdulillah for Azaan catching me.

"Are you alright", he asks me putting me on the bed and making sure I was alright.

"Yes, I am fine, alhamdullilah. I...I came here to talk to you but I will wait for you outside in the living room..." I tell him without looking him in the face.

He raised my head to face him while he was smirking knowing exactly why I wasn't looking at him.

He wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Azaan, will you put on a shirt so that we can talk?" I politely ask him looking at him.

"Why? Look at me, Saira", he says while smirking.

"Azaan, please or I will leave...."

"Okay, fine. I am getting a shirt. Wait..." He tells me while looking for a shirt in the cupboard. "Okay I am done, what do you want my wife?", he added coming to where I was sitting.

"I want you to be honest with me about everything that you have told me. About Faryal, Fahd and what you have found out, please?" I asked him. "I know that it will be hard for you but I need to know", I added.

"Okay, I will explain everything but it will hurt you more than it will hurt me", he tells me holding my hand with his. He then started explaining everything from the beginning. When he met Faryal and found out about Fahd and her.

I waited until he was done to let him know what I did for him.

"I have something to confess to you. I don't know if you will take this badly or worse. I did it for you, Azaan. For your happiness. I was the one who sent those pictures to you of Faryal and Fahd....."

When I was done explaining to him. I waited for his reaction. But I wasn't expecting to get him smiling at me.

"No wonder the number was switched off. I tried so hard to find the person who sent me the pictures but I couldn't. I even told Sameer to help me but he didn't get any results. Now I can say that its my wife who saved me from making a grief mistake. I was even planning on...."

"Marrying her. I know. Iman told me but then the news of Fahd and her marriage. I know", I tell him.

He hugged me not wanting to let me go.

"Please just let me hug you", he murmured to me. I let him for two reasons.

One reason is that I love him and I need him. The second reason is that I need this hug more than he does.

"Azaan, I will give you a chance but..."

"Yes, I know. If I messed up you will never forgive me or even take me back. Now I promise you that I won't let you down, " he tells me. "Now let's feed the baby, okay?", he added taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen.

"But I am not hungry...."

"But the baby is. Now come on."

What do I do with him? He is acting like a child instead of an adult.