Cravings Aayan's Style.

Hayat's Pov.

After the test, I had taken due to Sameera's persuasion, the next day we had to go to the doctor to get the check-up needed.

The doctor had already confirmed that I was pregnant and I was about one month into the pregnancy.

Azaan was ecstatic that he got to be a big brother while his father was getting too obsessed with my food intake.

In the coming days, Aayan has been getting on my nerves by telling me what to eat.

One night when I made dinner, he switched my dinner with something 'Healthier '.

I wonder what is going on in his head when he tells me to eat a smoothie made of greens. He told me that it would be good for me.

Do I look like a goat? No, I don't.

"Aayan I am not drinking that. Why don't you drink it yourself? Besides, I was perfectly fine with my food which you had taken away", I tell him pointing at the huge glass that was in front of me. "No I am not going to argue with you", I added getting up from the chair and starting walking towards the kitchen to get myself some real food.

I found Farwa trying to hold her laughter in the kitchen holding a plate of food.

"Here, Hayat," she tells me giving me the plate of food. I thanked her walked back to the table and took a seat.

I looked at Aayan to see what he was doing. He was sitting while pouting.

I thought women were supposed to have mixed emotions when they were pregnant. But apparently, men have them too.

I got up and took the plate and walked to where Aayan was. I then took a seat beside him.

"What's wrong?", I asked my husband. He looked at me shaking his head.

I then placed my hands on each side of his face and made him look at me.

"I am sorry for saying all those words but I don't want to drink that. It looks like vomit AstagfiruAllah," I tell him trying not to laugh.

"You didn't do anything, Hayat. I am trying to be there for you in this. But I guess I am not good at it...."

"You don't need to do anything. As long as I have you and our children I am happy Alhamdullilah. What I need is you and not you trying to make me eat things like that", I tell him pointing at the huge glass that was in front of me. "Besides, the cravings haven't even started yet. You will get the time to make food for me. Who knows maybe I might eat what you give me", I added making him smile.

"Okay. You are right. This is gross", he says pointing at the drink.

"Then why did you make it?", I ask him.

"I read somewhere that pregnant women drink these types of drinks but they were wrong", he tells me.

Aayan's Pov

I will have to remind myself not to make this type of drink ever again.

Why?

Because whoever wrote that pregnant women like this they were very wrong.

Alhamdullilah Hayat knew what to say because if it was someone else they would have thrown a tantrum about the drink but not Hayat.

Note to self never make that ever again for anyone.

After that incident, I decided to let Hayat eat whatever she wanted as I didn't want the repeat what happened a few days ago.

The one who hasn't been able to stop his excitement is Azaan. Each time when he would arrive home from school he would ask his mamma about his brother but I wanted a little girl.

Allah knows best.

"Mamma, can I get to name the baby?", Azaan asks her.

I looked at my wife but all I got was a shrug from her.

"What would want to name your sibling, Azaan?", Hayat asks him.

Azaan thought for a minute and then said his name

"I know what I will name him. Azaan Jr", he says making us laugh.

"Azaan, that's your name. We can't give the baby you're your name. He/she has to have their own name", Hayat explained to him.

"Okay Mamma. I will have to think of a unique name for him", Azaan says smiling.

"Time for mamma to take her medicines. And then for her to eat her food," I tell her.

I knew how much Hayat disliked taking medicines. She will start by making a face that will make me laugh at her.

Then she would get angry and say that she won't talk to me again.

"Is mamma sick?", Azaan asks putting his small hand on her forehead to feel the temperature.

"No, my prince. These are vitamins for the baby. Mamma and the baby need them", I explain to him.

He then nods and lets his mamma take the medicines. I could see Hayat's face pleading with me not to give her the tablets.

As the days went by, Hayat's cravings became more and more visible. She started craving spicy foods that I would never eat.

And the taste of chocolate. After every meal, she would have chocolate.

I began hiding them but she always found them that changed when one day she couldn't find where I was hiding them.

I walked into our bedroom to find her on the floor crying with a chocolate wrapper in her hand.

I kneeled beside her and put my hand on her shoulder she then turned to face me.

She had tears in her eyes while pointing at the empty chocolate wrapper that was in her hand.

"Whats the matter, Habibty", I asked her.

"It is over. The chocolate is over and I cant have another bite of it because it is finished", she sniffed.

"It is okay, Hayat. Why don't you go and freshen up and then we will go and eat", I tell her lifting her from the floor.

"But the chocolate is all gone, Aayan. It can't be all gone", she tells me pointing at the fallen chocolate wrapper.

This is what Zahir and Waleed deal with. Ya Allah, guide me so that I can try and understand her when I can't.

"How about we get some more chocolates later, is that okay?", I asked her.

"Yes, that's fine. Thank you Aayan", she says smiling, and then she walks into the bathroom.

I decided to send a message to Zahir because Sameera is a gynaecologist and will know what to do in this type of situation.

Asalam Aleikum, is there a limit to giving a pregnant woman chocolate? And don't you dare laugh?

I sent it waiting for a reply.

When Zainab was pregnant with Azaan it was different from Hayat.

Zainab didn't eat a lot of chocolates and she loved the food I made her.

After a few minutes, Zahir replied.

Waleikum salaam. No there's a limit but she shouldn't eat too much of it. Try and ask Farwa to prepare the following recipe I have sent you. It is from Sameera. Her mother had used it and so did her sister-in-law.

The recipe was for a chocolate cake but the recipe was the one for a normal chocolate cake. I quickly sent it to Farwa with a message explaining to her what I wanted to be done.

I just hope you don't sense the difference between the real chocolate cake and this one.

I tell myself when Hayat came out of the bathroom looking refreshed.

"Aayan, I wanted to say sorry for my behavior. I don't know what came over me taking the chocolates you have hidden away. I am sorry, Habiby", she says to me.

I pulled her into my arms and hugged her.

"Don't worry about it. They are just chocolates. Besides, I have a surprise for you but we have to wait until it is done, okay?" I tell her making her smile.

"Thank you, Aayan", she says to me.

In a marriage, there's always compromise whether in pregnancy or even in working out some things. When things are broken don't just throw them away, you should try and fix them. That's what marriage is like.