I sat on my bed rest my back against the pillow comfortably. I smiled looking down at my bump and put my hand on it. I leaned back with my hand on my bump and closed my eyes.

My life changed from bad to good way. Five years. Five years of my father had passed. After his death, Murat took care of me and always made sure to make me happy.

We faced many things in these past five years but always stood together to fight against them. We became each others strength and everything. I had seen many changes in Murat and now he was more changed.

He rarely got anger in front me now but he became a kid and never left any opportunity to tease me. "Why are you smiling, mi Reina?" I opened my eyes and saw Murat leaning against door frame.

I shook my head and said with a smile, "Life. I was thinking about our life. Soon we are going to have this little one." He smiled and came near me. He sat in front of me and moved his hands from his back and placed pastry in front of me.

I squealed and quickly started eating it. He laughed making me narrowed my eyes at him. "Slow down fatie," he said amusingly. I gasped at him and yelled, "What did you call me?" "Fatie. What else. See you are now fat and look like elephant," he said innocently.

I put the plate on the side table and picked the pillow and threw it at him but he dodged it. "You idiot. I am not an elephant nor a fatie," I yelled at him angrily. He laughed and sang, "My wife is an elephant."

I looked at him and started crying like a baby. He stopped and came near me. He tried to hug me but I pushed him. "I hate you so much," I said between my sobs. He looked at me with a smug smile and said pointing at my bump, "Yeah! If you hate me then this will never happened."

I picked other pillow and again tried to hit him but my luck he again dodged it. I looked away from him and cried. I was hating myself for crying like this. "My drama queen wifey, stop crying," he said.

I got up from the bed and left him alone in the room. I pouted because he laughed at my condition. I sat on the couch in living hall and turned my face on the other side when he came in the living hall.

He called me, "Aziya?" I gave him my silent treatment. "Come on, mi Reina, Malika e Murat. Don't give me your silent treatment," he pleaded but I again didn't speak. He sighed and disappeared somewhere.

I scoffed at him and turned the TV on. After half an hour later, a mouth watering smell spread in the living hall. I inhaled the mouth watering smell and got up from the couch.

The smell took me in kitchen where Murat was decorating pasta and grilled fish steaks. My face beamed looking at them. "You made it?" I asked him excitedly. "Now we are speaking," he said looking at me smirk.

I ignored him and sat on the stool in the kitchen and said with a pout, "I want to taste it." He chuckled and served me. I picked the fork and ate pasta first. "Mmhmm...," I moaned eating fish. "Someone like it," he said with an amuse look and tried to eat from my plate but I swatted his hand away.

He pouted but I poked my tongue at him and continued eating it. I finished and wiped my mouth with a smile. I looked at him who was smiling. I smiled back and grabbed his hand and pulled him near me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed on his cheeks. "You know this kiss deserve to be here," he said and pressed his lips with mine. I giggled and pulled away. I watched him washing dishes. I never got angry at him because he always, somehow, made me talk with him.

Two years before when I graduated he was very happy and threw a party for me. He never failed to surprise me. In the every step of my life, he was always there for me and helped me. I smiled remembering last night.

I looked down at my bump with a sad look and a tear escaped from my eyes. "Why are you weeping?" I startled at his voice and looked up. I shook my head and looked down again without saying anything.

He sat in front of me and made me look up. He grabbed my face in his hands and asked, "What is it?" "Nothing," I mumbled. "I know there is something. Tell me what is bothering you?" he again asked.

This time I hugged him and cried on his chest. "I never see a mother love and don't know what is it. What if I will fail in the role of mother? What if I never give our baby mother love? I never experience a mother love but I want this baby to experience it."

He kissed on my forehead and said, "You will become a great mother and you will never fail in the mother role and this baby will love you no matter what. If anything happens I will always be there for you remember. OK now stop crying," he wiped my tears and again kissed on my forehead.

I got up and felt a sharp pain in my stomach and sat back. I gasped for breath and gripped the counter. My due date was near and this pain increased day by day and second by second.

When the pain decreased, I stood up and felt something wet on my feet. "Aziya, you peed. Don't worry I will clean it going go and change your clothes," I heard Murat voice. I confusingly looked down with wide eyes and saw water.

I looked back up quickly at Murat and yelled in panic, "I didn't pee. It's my water." He looked at me and said, "OK. OK. I didn't say you pee. Whoever said it I will take care of it. Just don't ye-," his eyes widened, "Your water. Oh shot!" He came near me quickly and picked me up in his arms.

He carried me to his car and the pain was back once again. He quickly started the car to go to the hospital. He already put my bag in the car few days before in case of emergency.

I gripped my dupatta tightly and closed my eyes and tried to take breaths. He held my hand and I squeezed it tightly when the sharp pain came back. I knew his was going to have so much pain in his hand.

When we reached hospital I was taken in the OT where I didn't know what was happening with me. After what felt like hours later, I heard crying of a baby. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at my crying baby with a smile and tears.

Doctors smiled and said, "It's a boy." I lifted my hand up but it fell down because I had no energy left inside me. They placed him on my chest after cleaning him.

I heard his softly crying which made me smile. I vowed to him that this was the first time I smiled on his crying but never in future I was going to smile on his crying. My eyes slowly opened with a smile and I let the darkness to take me in sleeping land.

I opened my eyes and looked at Murat holding our baby in his arms. He looked at me when I tried to sit up and he helped me. He gave me baby and wrapped his arms around us. "Our baby," I whispered looking at him with tears.

I kissed on the forehead of our baby. "Yes, our baby," I heard different emotion in his voice. I looked up at him and saw him looking down at us with tears in his eyes.

He smiled and whispered, "Zain Murat." I smiled at the name of our baby boy. We didn't know the gender so decided two names, one if had boy Zain and other if we had girl then Mirha.

After four years later, we had girl whose name was decided Mirha. A beautiful healthy girl who had same features like Murat and our Zain boy he got same features like me.

I, Murat, Zain and our daughter Mirha, now my family was completed. I asked now nothing just happiness of my family. I looked at my baby girl in my arms and kissed on her forehead.

Two arms wrapped around my waist and other two wrapped around my legs. I smiled at my Murat and little Murat. Murat picked Zain in his arms and looked at me with so much love. I was very thankful of Allah to give me a husband like Murat and a little family.

Zain jumped down on the floor from Murat's arm. Zain looked at Mirha and asked, "Momma can I hold my baby sissy?" I smiled and told him to sit on the couch. He obediently sat on the couch and I placed Mirha in his little arms carefully.

I gave my both babies a kiss on their foreheads and watched them. Murat wrapped his arms around my waist and put his chin on my shoulder. "I am feeling a very lucky husband who has a beautiful wife like you. I am feeling a very lucky father to have beautiful children like them. I promise to cherish all of you with so much love," He whispered proudly in my ear.

"I am feeling a very lucky wife to have a husband like you. I am feeling very lucky mother to have your children. I also promise to cherish you all with so much love," I whispered back and turned around. When I saw our babies were not looking at us, I sealed our lips together as a promise which we made recently.