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I didn't know how I woke up, or when i woke up but i knew i was awake and staring in to space. The first thing that greeted me were the french balcony doors, now wide open allowing the cool midnight breeze to float in.

I could feel a cold shiver trail down my spine as my gaze remained on the white see through curtains, seeing them dance softly to the winds.

Inhaling sharply, the smell of the salty water from the beach trailed to my nose and a content sigh escaped my lips. A warm feeling filled my heart, almost as if a void that had been digging inside was now slowly being filled up.

Glancing to the side, I could feel my breathing hitching as my eyes remained transfixed on the man beside me. Sleeping soundly.

Moustafa's raven hair strands had fallen on to the side of his nose. His face that was always filled with emotions now looked utterly at peace and in that moment he looked so young. So carefree and so relaxed.

Reaching forward I felt my hand brush against his face slowly as the man remained asleep, not knowing any better.

A soft sigh escaped my lips as I remembered the first time I had seen him. It was as though the world around us had stilled then and something within me urged to look up from my prayer, and across the courtyard, there he stood, next to the car. His dark grey eyes trained on mine, almost as if he was staring at a creature unknown to man.

Something within me had warmed up and it almost felt as though I had found peace again by the sight of him; and what did I do in return.

I smiled at him.

And a year later, the man I saw at the blue mosque was now my husband.

Smiling at the memory, the man beside me mumbled incoherently and his strong arm reached on top of my now growing belly and a smile now coming across his face.

" Fairy, go to sleep"

He mumbled making me tense a little. My breathing halted in my throat, seeing the man's eyes flicker open and those familiar grey and brown eyes looked at me. Making my breathing stop for a short second.

A light smile came across the man's face, and he suddenly reached towards the small pillow and moved it away, allowing our arms to brush against each other. Nearing towards me, I felt Moustafa's arm snake around my waist as he pulled me in, my head now against his chest and my ears against his beating heart.

It was in that moment that I realised I wanted to be in his arms forever. To have him hold me closely, and all the pain and all the sorrow in this world would disappear as it had done so now.

" Moustafa?"

" Yes my love"

He spoke, his voice rough sending chills down my spine. Looking upwards at the man, he had his eyes trained on me making me smile at him, seeing his eyes soften.

" How long are you here for?"

I spoke, as he looked upwards at the ceiling. I could feel his hand reach towards mine before he brought it towards his lips making me blush furiously.

" I'm here with you, till we're old and have grey hair in weird places"

He grinned, showing his pearly white teeth and I felt a smile on my face but at the same time I felt my heart dropping. Not knowing how long we had left.

The sudden thought made my body shiver. A cold dread fell through my body making me shrink away when all of a sudden, I felt strong arms wrap around me tightly, holding me from all the pain there was around us.

" If something happened to me, I want you to live your best life, and look after our daughter"

I whispered as I felt the man beside me tense, his eyes opening as they landed on me. The air around us suddenly seemed to get thicker as he sat upwards, a frown creasing on his forehead.

" Farya what are you talking about? You're going to be okay, I know you're young but women have children at Twenty-One as well. It'll be okay"

He spoke as the reached towards my chin, holding it lightly and bringing my gaze upwards. Swallowing sharply, I nodded seeing his eyes soften as he glanced ahead. Now looking at the balcony doors.

" When our princess comes, I want us to get married again, like a real wedding and not the kind where I steal you from someone else's alter"

He spoke grinning as he reached towards my hand and placed a kiss on my knuckles, making my heart beat up. My cheeks turning red.

" Moustafa I never knew you were a hopeless romantic" I murmured seeing him grin as he shrugged his shoulders and looked down at me again.

" You've made me in to one. Damn you've hurt my street cred" He spoke making me giggle a little and smack his shoulder lightly.

" Your street cred? You dont even have one besides I thought you were the very ' Notorious and cold-hearted businessman'-" I spoke referring back to an article I read, seeing him reach towards his heart as he hissed lightly, a pained expression coming across his face.

" Ouch wife! That hurts, I thought you knew me better" He spoke dramatically making me roll my eyes and move a little on the bed, seeing his hold still on me. Tightening a little.

" Do I really?"

I spoke narrowing my eyes at him seeing him nod a little before he ran a hand through his raven hair and across his jaw.

" Sure you do. How old am I?"

" Are you kidding me. I know that, you're Twenty-Eight" I spoke matter factly seeing him nod, but still not impressed.

" When's my birthday?"

" 15th January"

" Favourite colour?"

" Dark Grey"

I spoke hearing him chuckle as he nodded, clearly impressed before he glanced down at me. A smile falling across his handsome face.

Wait, what?

" Favourite food?"

" Erh well-"

I spoke seeing his heated gaze on me, something about the way he looked at me made my stomach clench. Swallowing down my dry throat, I ran my tongue lightly across my lips, feeling hot all of a sudden.

Get a grip Farya!

" You eat almost anything"

" Not really, just certain specialities"

He spoke with a dark grin on his face making me nod, unable to say anything seeing the man look ahead again.

" So you do know me then"

" Of course I do, I've lived with you for over a year"

" So you could answer this then, what's my favourite thing ever?"

He spoke as I sighed and sat upwards seeing the man reach towards the blanket before he pushed it off the bed making me look at him in confusion.

" What are you doing?"

" This"

Moustafa spoke as he turned towords me in almost predatory way. I could feel my eyes widen as I stared at the man shocked seeing him reach towards me, his large built figure hovering over me and before I knew it.

His hands reached towards my stomach, tickling me. I was the worst person ever when it came to tickling. As soon as I felt Moustafa's fingers against my stomach and then towards my side I was lost.

I could feel a giggle rip from my mouth followed by a full blown out laughter. I could hear Moustafa beside me chuckle as he leaned in and placed a kiss on my cheek.

" Now I want you to tell me how amazing I am. Repeat after me"

He spoke as he continued with his torture making me gasp for air, feeling my giggles echo across the large room.

" My husband is the sexiest man alive"

He grinned making me shake my head whilst laughing, seeing him shrug his shoulders nonchalantly as he continued with his tickling.

" Okay! Okay" I gasped trying to move his hands away hearing him chuckle as he sat upwards a little and reached towards his ear. As if to make himself hear clearer.

" My husband is t-the sexiest m-man alive"

I spoke feeling him move his hand away, a content look on his face as I spoke. Seeing the look fall from his face as I spoke.

" Not"

I grinned hearing him growl as he looked towards me and just as he was about to speak, there was a loud knock on the door making me tense.

" Farya and Moustafa! I get you haven't seen each other in ages, and you'd want some catching up to do if ya know what I mean"

A voice spoke making me look at Moustafa wide eyes hearing the voice again, causing my face to turn beetroot.

" And I totally get it and I'll always support your active lifestyle- but please I'm tired and I want to sleep. Jeez Farya tell the man he is sexy, so I can sleep"

Guliez cried dramatically whilst my eyes widen in utter horror as I stared at my husband, seeing him grin. And he did that one thing, I never thought I'd see him do.

He threw his head backwards slowly and a loud laugh escaped his lips.

And somehow the sound of his laughter made my heart warm up. Hearing it so genuine and in that moment. My heart did a weird flip as I stared at the handsome man before me and a realisation slowly started to sink in.

Was I falling in love with my husband?

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