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I have died everyday, waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for

a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

A smile eternally stained upon my lips as I looked down at the sleeping form of Camila, my now stunning wife. Her head was on my chest. She got one arm rested on my collarbone and the other one was placed lazily across my abs while her leg was wrapped around mine. She looked so damn hot in my shirt with only a bra and panties underneath it. She was sound asleep. So beautiful...

One thing about Camila, she likes wearing my shirt while she sleeps. She said that it's the smell of it that she loves so much. I remember one night when I insisted her to wear a night gown instead of my shirt, she was sulking and pouting the whole damn night so I had to put her in bed.

Anyway...

You know what's the best thing that's ever happened to me? I'm the only guy who gets the gift of touching, kissing and making love to this woman. The first time I saw her at school, she was wearing a long blouse to cover her curves up and a headscarf to cover her head.

On our wedding day, she was wearing a white dress and a white headscarf, I thought to myself when I saw her dressed in all white that she was supposed to be presented to me like that because she has never been touched by any other guy in her life. White is the colour of goodness, innocence, purity, and virginity.

She was innocent and pure when I married her.

Then, there was me...

I've always wanted to touch her since the first time I laid my eyes on her at school and now I have.

I've got to see, touch and taste every inch of her perfect body. It was magical and I couldn't thank Allah enough for giving me the chance to own this woman for the rest of my life. I didn't know what could I've possibly done to deserve this. To deserve her. I know from the moment I laid my eyes on her that I don't deserve her.

She was too good for me and I was just a rebellious teenager who was trying to escape from his parents' disturbing past. But I know now that Allah has planned out everything perfectly for me and who am I to change what was destined to be mine.

I gave her a kiss on the forehead and she groaned, "Hrmmm..."

"Rise and shine, beautiful." I whispered in her hair but she snuggled in more against my chest to cover her face.

"Camila? Camila..." I called her name, running my fingers up and down her arm.

"5 more minutes." she raised her index finger and placed it on my lips for me to stop talking while still keeping her eyes closed.

"Oh, trust me baby when I say I really wanted to snuggle with you all day long in bed but duty calls, you know?" I tucked a stray of hair behind her ear and she opened her eyes.

"It's not fair." she sighed, pursing her lips like a little child.

"I know, baby. I'll tell you what? How about I make dinner tonight and maybe you can get me that bonus?" I smirked and she pressed her lips together.

"What?"

"Errr..."

"I'm going to the bathroom." she excused herself nervously. I knew her well enough to tell that's just one of her excuses to drop a certain subject.

Without a second thought, she hoped out of bed and began making her way towards the bathroom but I walked past her before she could even reach the door.

I quickly grabbed a hold of her wrist and pulled her towards me. I cupped her face with both of my hands and started kissing her intensely. I could feel her body began to quiver under my possession then she ran her fingers through my hair.

I glided my hands slowly under her bottom and picked her up as her legs wrapped around my waist then I shoved her against the wall which made her giggled between our lips. I broke the kiss and let my lips glide to her neck.

"Hmmm..." she hummed, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. Feeling the pleasure that I've given her.

We were kissing for a few seconds before she interrupted our moment by placing her thumb on my bottom lip and I stopped.

"You're gonna be late if you keep this up." she smirked at me and I sighed.

"Fine then..." I gave in and put her down slowly.

I wouldn't let her go yet so I captured her lips once more and tucked my hands gently under her shirt but fell short of her chest, touching her skin until she finally pushed my hands away.

"Okay. You need to get ready. No excuses anymore, okay?" she demanded, raising her eyebrows at me.

"Fine." I raised both of my hands as a sign of surrender and she laughed.

I began walking towards the bathroom but then I turned my head to look at her, "Maybe you can get into the shower with me..."

"No." she cut me off before I could even finish my sentence just to tease her.

"Okay. Okay. I'm just joking." I smirked and she rolled her eyes.

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Lately, I wasn't feeling very well. I had a headache for a few days now and I kept getting nauseous. That's why I kept going to the bathroom these days. I also noticed that I've been missing my period and gaining weight.

This could be one thing...

Am I pregnant? Could it be? I mean I don't think so but...

I don't know.

After a few thoughts, I glanced over at the clock on the wall and it was already 4 in the evening and Justin would be home any minute now.

I looked at myself in the mirror, lifting my shirt up a bit to see my stomach and I placed my hand on it. What if I am pregnant?

"Baby? Are you in there?" I heard Justin asked through the bathroom door.

I cleaned my mouth first before responding to him, "Yea. I'm in here."

"What are you doing in there? Are you okay?" he asked again, knocking on the door.

"I think so."

"I'm coming in." he said and opened the door.

He came into the bathroom and I turned my head around to look at him.

"Hey? What's wrong? Are you okay?" he frowned, his eyes flashed with concerns.

"I had a headache and vomit." I said, placing one hand on my head to contain the dizziness.

"Oh, don't worry. Let's go to the clinic." he offered and started closing the gap between us before grabbing my wrist to come with him.

"I don't wanna go to the clinic, Justin." I shook my head and released myself from his grip.

"Camila, don't be like that. We have to know if something's wrong with you." he kept pushing and grabbed my wrist one more time.

I was still with my decision not to go to the clinic because of my thoughts earlier. Should I tell him? Maybe I should. Should I?

"Let's go, baby." he demanded while pulling my hand gently, leading me to the door.

"Justin, wait!" I stopped him by grabbing his arm and he turned to face me.

"What is it?"

"I think..." I trailed off, feeling hesitated as I wasn't sure if I'm really pregnant or not.

"Ermmm..." I pressed my lips together.

I noticed that he was gazing at me with a frown on his face, he seemed so confused with my behaviour.

"What? Tell me."

"I think I'm pregnant." I blurted while placing my hand on my stomach.

To my surprise, he looked down to where my hand was placed and began to smile. He took a step closer towards me and grabbed my face with both of his hands.

"Is this true? Are you sure?" he asked for confirmation, raising his eyebrows in excitement.

"I'm not sure. I just thought so." I shrugged my shoulders and he chuckled.

"Don't worry. I'll buy a pregnancy test so that we can settle this, okay?" he said, trying to soothe me from my thoughts.

"Okay." I nodded.

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Justin returned home half an hour later with the pregnancy test that he bought from the pharmacy. I was waiting for him in our bedroom, sitting on the side of the bed.

"Here you go." he said, handing me the pregnancy test and I took it. I immediately went into the bathroom to take the test.

A few minutes later, I opened the door and saw Justin sitting down on the bathtub, obviously waiting impatiently for the result as I was. I held the pregnancy test in my hand behind my back before approaching him slowly. He looked at me and stood up to his feet.

"I know that we've only been married for almost a year but if the result is positive, I'll be the happiest man alive, baby." Justin said, gifting me one of his best smiles ever.

I gazed up at him and smiled, "Okay."

"Are you ready?" I asked him nervously.

"Ready." he nodded.

I held out the pregnancy test in front of us, placing it flat on my hand.

"Well?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

The tears began forming around the corner of my eyes and I looked up at him with a smile, "It's positive."

"Alhamdulillah." he sighed in relief, covering his mouth with both of his hands.

"I'm gonna be a father." he cheered, bringing my face to his before kissing my lips.

"You know what? I think we'll be great parents." I grinned.

He pressed his forehead against mine, "Of course, baby."

"I'm so proud of you." he tucked a stray hair behind my ear.

"I love you, Camila." he confessed, capturing my lips once again.

He pulled away and I gazed up at him, "I love you too, Justin."

Oh Allah! Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity to spend the rest of my life with this man beside me. I couldn't ask for more than a happy life and a happy marriage. I pray to Allah that nothing could ever come between us again. In sha Allah!

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