Happiness is what matters in a family.

Two Years Later

Saira's pov.

Forgive but don't forget.

These words I learned from Mamma Hayat when Faryal came to ask for forgiveness. I knew that forgiving her was the best thing that I would do for her, especially for myself.

"Azaan, Zainab and, Asif. Come and have dinner", I called out to my family who I don't even know what they are doing or where they are.

"Great just great", I murmured to myself. I know that I had to do something to get them out of their hiding.

"I guess I will have to eat the pizza by myself...."

I didn't even finish what I was saying when I hear their footsteps coming down the stairs.

I knew that if I had said the word pizza they would come running to eat without the hustle of calling them.

"We are here", Azaan announced while they walked toward where I was standing.

I turned around to face them, shaking my head at the two kids that I have.

One of them being my husband.

"Azaan shouldn't you get Zainab ready to come and eat...."

Before I could even finish what I was saying when she came running alongside her brother Asif.

I gave birth to our baby Asif two years ago. And now it turns out Zainab and Azaan have been corrupting him into eating what he isn't supposed to eat.

Like chocolates, candies, and cookies that I usually make for Zainab for her to take to school.

"Azaan, really?" I look at my husband who was grinning mischievously at me. I just shook my head and went to carry Asif to the dinner table.

"What about us, mamma?" Zainab asks me pouting at me.

"Well, ask you dad to carry you to the table", I tell them while heading to the dining table with Asif in my arms.

"Dad, look what you did. Now, mamma is mad at me because of you...."

"Well, I know exactly what to do about that. I will tell you what you need to do, habibty", he tells our daughter and then leads her to the dining table.

We all sat down and started having dinner. I started feeding Asif while Azaan made a plate for Zainab to eat.

After feeding them, it was time for bed for them and then dinner for us.

"Now, its time for you Zainab to say the duas that I taught you so that your brother can also say it along with you", Azaan tells our daughter while Asif was attentively listening to everything his sister is saying.

Azaan and I have taught our kids the same values that our parents have taught us.

I couldn't help but smile when I could hear Asif trying to repeat what his sister is saying.

"That's a great job, habibty. And you too habiby", he tells them kissing both of their foreheads.

Asif being only two years old, Azaan and I decided that it would be best if Zainab would share a room with him until he reaches the age of 4 or even 5 years old.

"Good night, my loves".

I entered the room kissing both of them on their foreheads and then tucking them in bed.

Azaan's Pov.

Turning off the lights in the kids' room and making our way to the dining room. I knew that Saira is somehow angry at me for what Zainab and I have been doing to Asif.

She began to walk faster than me making me laugh at her antics.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to my arms.

"I am sorry, my love", I tell her kissing her cheek and making her blush. We stayed like this for a while before she held my hand and led me to the table.

"The dinner will get cold, let's eat Azaan", she tells me taking a seat but I couldn't let her eat while she is angry at me.

I pulled her into my arms making her stumble in my lap. I held her close to me and not wanting to let her go.

"I am sorry for what I did...."

"I know and I forgive you for that but you can't let them do whatever they want to, Azaan. Plus I can't always be the bad person with them and you being at their side," she tells me leaning close to me. "I am not angry, Azaan. We just need to cooperate in this and not letting me always be the bad person in trying to discipline our kids. Now, let me go so that we can eat", she says trying to get up but I didn't let her.

"Stay and we will eat like this, "I tell her taking a plate and putting food on the plate. "Now we can eat", I added taking some food and feeding her.

I fed her and myself.

After we have finished eating, I helped her in cleaning the dishes and put away the leftovers in the fridge. I used to see Mamma and Dad doing this every night together while I was supposed to be in bed sleeping.

Their love made me believe in love and marriage. They are the reason why I never lost hope in Saira forgiving me even though I knew that I didn't deserve it after what I had accused her of doing.

"Azaan, are you alright, love?" she asks me when she saw that I was listening to her.

"I love you so much, Saira. You and our kids are my life and I am thankful every day to Allah that He made me realize that I need you in my life. I am thankful every single time and day for you...."

She put her hand on my cheeks wiping the fallen tears that I had no idea about.

"And I love you so much too, Azaan. I am thankful every day that you came after me. And we should thank Iman for giving you the address and mamma too for pushing you to find the truth. The real truth about what happened. I already told you that I forgive you but I am going to say it again and again just for you. I forgive you, Azaan", she tells me leaning in as our breaths hitch, and then she kissed me with the love that she felt for me.

I moved my hand to cup her cheek making her move closer to me. I couldn't help but smile inwardly knowing that true love always exists because I am kissing mine.

She pulled away opening her eyes and looking at me with intense love in them. I pulled her back into my arms kissing her again this time with tenderness and passion.

The same passion she felt for me as she put her hand on the back of my head.

"Mamma....."

Saira pulled back as soon as she heard Asif calling out for her.

Great now I have to compete with my son for the affection and attention of my wife.

"Let Zainab take care of him, please", I tell her leaning to kiss her again but she kept her hand on my chest.

"Azaan, Zainab is young too, remember that. Don't worry, he just needs his milk and then he will get back to bed, okay?", she tells me as she went into the kitchen where she had kept Asif's bottle of milk and then she headed towards the room.

Now I know how Dad felt when I took away Mamma's time from him. I don't want to get jealous of our kids but I also need my wife.

I finished what we have been doing, cleaned the dining table, and then switched off the lights and then I head to our room to wait for Saira.

I decided to pass by our kids' room to see what was going on. Asif was holding onto her hand not wanting her to leave.

She look up to see me and gave me a small smile. I walked into the room and then took a seat beside her. Asif was awake but I knew that he was trying to stay awake in about five minutes his eyes started dropping.

Alhamdullilah.

I couldn't help but sigh making Saira glare at me and shake her head.

Saira then kisses both of them on their foreheads and then we left the room.

"Azaan, what's wrong with you?", she asks me walking toward our room.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my arms and put my hand on her cheek making her look at me.

"I need my wife, Saira. You", I tell her as I peck her lips again and again. "Lets go in our room, before he calls you again", I tell her whispering the last statement to myself but by the look on her face, I immediately knew she heard me.

"I love you, my jealous husband", she says smiling at me. "But you do realize that our son is small and will constantly be needing me to be there for him at whatever time and day", she added hugging me.

This night was the first of many nights together with the love of my life.

My wife.

My Saira.

We made love just like it was the first time for both of us. I looked at her and fell more and more in love with her.

"I love you, Saira", I tell her kissing her forehead. She then leans to my chest and smiles at me.

"And I love you too, Azaan", she says closing her eyes as we both fall asleep with our arms around each other.

True love exists when the love goes through trials and hurdles along its path. That's true love. True love is knowing how to hold on and never let go even if it hurts more than anything.

Love is something that people need in their lives and in their hearts and mind too.