First Kiss.

Hayat's Pov.

After I regained my memories, Aayan has been trying to make up for the words he told me before the accident. Even though I tried to reassure him that I have forgiven him yet he doesn't believe me.

Ya Allah, Guide my family and forgive them for their mistakes.

It was time for me to head back home after school. Aayan had hired a driver/bodyguard for me because he said that he wanted me to be safe.

"Asalam Aleikum, Yusuf. I am ready to leave now. Could you please bring the car now?", I called the driver/bodyguard who answered me.

Within a few minutes, he arrived. I got into the car and he began driving home. It seemed like a few minutes when it started raining.

I love the smell of rain and what it brings.

Calmness and tranquillity.

As we approached home, the guard opened the gate to let the car in.

When Yusuf parked the car, I got out and walked inside the house. The only person I saw was Farwa who was in the kitchen preparing some snacks for Azaan.

As I was about to ask where my prince was when I turned my head to face the garden. I could see the father and son playing outside in the rain.

"How could he be so careless?", I ask myself.

Aayan knew that Azaan hadn't been feeling well yet they were now playing outside in the rain.

I went up to my room to put my things away. After I was done I walked back downstairs so that I could call the two kids that are playing outside.

"Azaan, Aayan. Come inside now", I called out to them.

When they both walked with guilty expressions on their faces. I shook my head at them.

Their clothes were covered in mud and wet from the rain.

"Mamma...."

"Hayat...."

"Farwa, could you please get Azaan's medicines? I will take and give him a bath", I told her while ignoring Aayan who looked at me with a sad face.

I took Azaan to his room and prepared his warm bath. He got undressed and I helped him take a shower.

"Mamma, I am sorry. I know what I did was wrong but it is fun and I wanted to have fun for a while", he tells me.

I smiled at him.

"Its okay, my prince. I understand but you are still sick and you need to get better first before you do anything else", I tell him.

After bathing him and getting him dressed. I took his medicines which Farwa left on the table with a glass of water.

He took them without making a fuss.

"Go to Khala Farwa so that she could give you some snacks for you to eat", I tell him.

He kissed my cheeks and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to find Farwa.

"Now its time to deal with the big baby", I murmured to myself as I walked inside our room only to find Aayan sitting on the bed.

It seems he already took a shower while I was with Azaan.

I look at him without moving near him. He needed to know what he did was wrong because Azaan's health would be affected by what he had done.

Aayan's Pov.

I played with Azaan in the rain without realizing that Hayat was watching us. I planned to play with him and then get him cleaned up before Hayat came home from work.

It's a stupid idea I know that now.

Hayat is angry at me and I can understand her. Azaan was sick a few days back.

When she took him to his room to get changed. I walked into our room to take a shower and to wait for her so that I could try and explain what I did to her.

Hopefully, she will understand. I have fallen for her.

As I sat down on our bed waiting for her to finish up with Azaan. When she walked into the room without saying anything, I knew she was more than angry.

I look up to see her staring at me. I got up and walked to where she was.

I took her hand and led her to sit down on the couch.

"I am sorry, Habibty. I know that sorry won't do anything...."

"I am not angry, Aayan. I am more concerned about Azaan's health. If he wasn't sick I would gladly let him play in the rain. But that's not possible as he was sick. You two looked like drained rats", she says trying to hold her laughter.

"Hey, we didn't look like that. Besides, it was my idea to play in the rain and not Azaan's", I explained to her how Azaan was sad that he had to stay the whole day indoors.

"I know that. Sometimes we can't always say yes to him, Aayan. Saying no isn't always that bad. Children need to learn that when they are sick they shouldn't do certain things until they are better", she says to me.

"I understand. Can I show you something that Azaan and I made for you?", I asked her remembering what we did in the garden.

Alhamdullilah, It has stopped raining. She nodded and we went back downstairs to take a look at what Azaan and I did for her.

Sameera once told me that Hayat's mother loved roses and so does Hayat. So Azaan and I planted some roses a week ago.

I took her to where the roses were planted. I began feeling nervous about what she would say.

"Azaan and I wanted you to have this", I tell her pointing at the rose bush that was there. "It hasn't grown any roses yet but In shaa Allah, it will", I added.

I moved aside so that she could see it properly.

She touched it and smiled.

"Thank you. This is a great gift", she says smiling at me. I moved closer to her.

I then pulled her into my arms and hugged her. I felt like a teenager wanting approval from someone he loves.

"Whats wrong?", she asked me removing herself from my arms.

"Nothing is wrong. Everything is great Alhamdullilah," I tell her putting my hands on her face. I looked at her thinking that it was now or never.

I leaned toward her while she did the same. Our breaths intertwined with each other. I put my lips against hers.

This wasn't just a kiss but the love we felt for each other. It is now being experienced through the kiss. I knew that it was her first kiss.

"Mamma", our prince called out startling us. Hayat's face had turned red.

"Don't go", I begged her holding her hand.

"I can't. He might come here", she tells me looking at the door.

"He always wins", I murmured to myself.

"You don't need to be jealous, Habiby. He is a child who needs care. While you...."

"I need my wife meaning you", I interrupt her pulling her into my arms again.

"Aayan, let me go", she tried to free herself. "Azaan is looking for me", she added.

"Do I have to compete with our son for your affection?" I ask her letting her go.

"No, my dear husband. You are my husband while he is our son," she says kissing my cheek before she goes and finds Azaan.

As she walked away, I couldn't help myself from smiling knowing that I did a great thing by giving this marriage a chance.

But competing with our son isn't something that I want to do.