A/N: I added this chapter for all of you who have been asking about Hudaa and Zayed. Hah.. the story ended in the previous chapter but I'm writing this specially for all my amazing readers who have been commenting, voting and liking my book and those who wanted me to write. I love you all. Thanks for all the support guys - I really really appreciate it. Thanks again sweethearts.
Sunaina ❤️

( وأنت لي، لي - أتملكك ، And you're mine, mine - I own you
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وأنا لك، لك  - أنت تملكني ، and I'm yours, yours - you own me)

HUDAA
"That restaurant !! Zayed has bad food choices. Omg I feel like vomiting again for the millionth time now.. oh no !" I mentally told myself as I got nauseated again.
Since morning I've been feeling sick. I think it's all because of the food I ate yesterday at the restaurant Zayed's took me to. The amount of times I've gone to the washroom to vomit could equal me sleeping for 2 hours.

Zayed was on the bed. He was caressing my head as I slept on his lap. I felt so tired and I liked my husband serving me anyways.

"It's all because of you habibi," I told him.

"What did I do ?" He said.

"It's that restaurant that you took me to for dinner yesterday." I told him while pouting at him like a little baby.
"My stomach feels like a there is a fish playing tag inside it."
He chuckled.

"Zayyedddddddd againnnnnn !!!!" And I rushed to the washroom before I vomited on him. The washroom stinks now !!

I came back and my head felt so heavy. Dizziness was now overwhelming me. Zayed helped me sleep on his chest. I loved all this love I was getting :P

Just then his phone rang and he took it. He said, "Ammar, Salam - we are coming in the afternoon, you're there right ?... Hala InshaAllah (If God wills )." And he cut the phone.

I looked at him waiting for an explanation. And he simply told me he was taking me to the hospital. I stared at him for a while and then I laughed at his expressions. He was mimicking me and how he terribly failed at that. I punched his arm which was so hard. It was like he was flexing his muscles, and he gave a fake ouch at my 'hit'.
And I giggled at him.

ZAYED
Hudaa was sick since morning. I couldn't see her like this.
She was always jolly, preparing me burnt food like almost everyday that I had to eat. One dish she could never ever make was harees (Arab dish of boiled, cracked wheat, mixed with meat).
My mom taught her how to make this and she always changed one step every time she made it, saying, she didn't remember clearly what exactly it was. And she eventually always ended up forming something new that was gross but I used to finish it all up. She was experimenting with my stomach.

"Hudy, lets go. Are you ready sweetheart ?" I asked her - standing outside.
I booked an appointment at the hospital just to be sure she was fine especially after she was at the hospital before... I couldn't afford to let anything happen to the love of my life.

"Zayed !!! I want my blue shoes... I can't see them." She shouted from inside.

Her mood swings have been weird for the past two days. Now she wants her blue shoes !? Seriously ? I was surely going to end up needing medication.

"Wifey, these green ones look amazing on you. I love them. Wear these please and anyways we are just going to the hospital."
I couldn't make up anything else because I really didn't know where her shoes were.

And we left while I got a big explanation of 'the history of her blue shoes'

HUDAA
"Mabrouk (congratulations) hudaa." Ammar told me as I was sitting in anticipation waiting for the test results Ammar told me to take.

He said I was pregnant. I was pregnant !!!! I felt so happy, so happy I was nearly crying. Zayed looked happier than me. He hugged Ammar thanking him and we left to go back home.

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"Zayed, the lift is so slow. I want to sleep. My back aches." It's been seven months and my baby bump was so big. I had to make Zayed buy me new clothes and a new abaya because nothing fit me. He just laughed whenever I told him to saying I look cute.

I went down to walk and now it seemed like I was going to die. I was so tired.

"Hudy, are you fine love ? Should I carry you ?" Zayed told me giving me a smirk. I just rolled my eyes at him. Our flat was on top and the loft was so annoying - well, it was fine but it seemed annoying. My hormones had issues with everything. We then reached home after what seemed like ages.

We sat on the sofa - I was so near him, I could feel his heartbeats. I stared at him as he touched my stomach trying to feel the baby kick.

"Hah if we get a baby girl InshaAllah (If God wills), she'll be my princess and I'll name her Sara, and if we get a baby boy.. umm, we'll name him .." Zayed was saying when I interrupted saying,

"Awadh!! And he'll be my prince." I shrieked.

"Hah sweety, whoever it will be - a boy or a girl - it will be a blessing from Allah and I'll love my baby InshaAllah (If God wills)," he said.

"Your baby ?" I asked.

"Hehe, our baby," and he smirked kissing my forehead.

"And what about me, the prince's or princess's mother ?" I asked showing him puppy eyes.

"Hmmm, Ms. Hudaa, you're my queen for sure," he told me, making me blush.

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I couldn't sleep. Zayed was snoring next to me but I felt anxious. I felt weird. I felt my body tightening. I felt weak. The pain in my lower back was persistent. I was going in to labour most probably. I felt sweat trickle down my forehead as more painful contractions happened in my body. This was crazy.

"Zayed.. zah .. ah.. I think I'm .. am goh goin going into labour."
Breathing seemed hard now. This pain was unbearable. I tried calling Zayed as tears started coming out.
He woke up finally, my pain lessening and then increasing. An abnormal feeling.

"Love, are you good ? What happened ?" He asked me.

I held myself and shouted now. My emotions changing, "I'm going into labourrr !! Take me to the hospital NOW."

"Oh no !" He said.

We went down the lift. I couldn't stand or walk anymore. I was falling now. With every step I took, I felt I was nearing death. This wasn't easy at all. The next thing I was seeing were nurses and a doctor.
The only thing them shouting at me was, "Push !! Push."
"This isn't easy doc !!! I'm in pain here !!!" I felt like shouting this in his ears but I had to use that energy in pushing.

'Minutes were like hours. I was shouting like a mad woman. Saying anything I felt like saying. This was so painful. Zayed will have to be happy with one kid - I'm never getting pregnant again. Aaahhhh this is crazy. Hats off mom !!'
All my feelings were mixed up.

And after what seemed like years I heard a baby cry and I took a deep breath... calming my shocked mind... thanking God for me still being alive and giving birth to a young boy. He was small and tiny ~ his cry - soothing my ears.

ZAYED
Hudaa was in pain. I was praying for her to be safe as they took her inside. I felt impatient and nervous. I didn't want to lose hudaa.
I heard her shout from outside. She was saying all sorts of things including "Zayeddddddd I hate you !!!!" I guess she was in a lot of pain.

After long, the doctor came out congratulating me... saying I got a boy. I felt so happy. He said hudaa was fine as well. Alhamdulillah (Thank God) for everything.
I entered inside the room Hudaa was shifted into. She was there with the baby on top of her - sleeping.
I sat next to her and held her hand. I bent down and kissed her forehead as a smile appeared on her bright face whispering a *you did it*
And she chuckled.

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HUDAA
"He looks like me - his nose well is yours Zayed, too big to look like mine - mines cute and small,"
I told Zayed as we sat staring at our baby in admiration. He was handsome MashaAllah (God has willed).

"Heh, he looks like me baby. Don't argue on that. His eyes are mine anyways ~ blue like the sea early morning as the sun shines on it and who said you have a small nose ?" He said.

"Come on Zayed, stop dreaming love, the eye color doesn't determine anything and yes I do have a small nose," I told him as I went to pick Awadh from the blanket he crawled in to.

"I give up, he looks like you beautiful, mwah,"
He said making me blush as ever.

We called him Awadh because I wanted this name. My baby was naughty yet funny. He always did small antics and giggled a lot. His brown hair that looked like mine complimented his round face. And his eyes were big and beautiful and blue like Zayeds.

Zayed was the best person ever. I felt proud for agreeing to marry him. He was kind, compassionate and loved me so much. Ah my handsome hubby. And he loved our baby. I remember when I was so tired and he used to not sleep looking after Awadh.

And when Awadh once peed when Zayed was changing his diapers and it went on his face. And he shrieked saying he'd never change them again. I just laughed and laughed at him that day.

Awadh loved Zayed so much. And Zayed - he's the best dad I can say. He took care of us and whatever we needed. > Always and forever <

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Sofia came home today with her son.
I've been so busy taking care of my children. Awadh was so cute I just wanted another baby. *blushes*
And I got a girl the second time and we called her what Zayed wanted ~ Sara. The children loved each other so much. They played together the whole afternoon with Aarif as well - who was the small genius in the family. I loved him like my son.

We talked together - joking around with each other as we recalled memories when I was pregnant and when Sofia was. And the guys talking about their own things.

Sofia was pregnant for her second time and the number of frappuccinos Ammar got her in just the three hours they were at home showed how he loved Sofia. And how she was an addict - her hormones chose coffee.
We enjoyed the day.

The kids were at home. Awadh was sleeping next to Sara. He loved her so much. Alhamdulillah (Thank God) my kids had an unbreakable bond. I went inside my room and Zayed was on the bed on his laptop.

"Habibi, habibi, habibiiii," I called him just to get his attention.

"Hudaa, I'm busy sweety," he said - his head didn't move an inch.

"Umm Zayed, but I'm bored. Ha.. the kids are sleeping by the way. Ah they're so cute MashaAllah (God has willed). Zayedddd look here, at me !!" I told him as I neared him on the bed.

He just nodded his head.

"My darling, my heartbeat, you're looking so handsome today. Hah which perfume is this ? Let me smell it,"
I told him and I moved closer to him.

I was determined to stop him from working today.
He smelt so good and I was in a lovey mood. I started sniffing him and he kept his laptop away and now looked at me - smirking.

"Hudaa, do you want another Awadh or Sara today ? You seem so romantic," he told me.

I blushed > my cheeks red, my face flushed. He got me now. I giggled and hid my face ~ giving him a very big hug.

"I love you," I whispered.

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