This TS takes place roughly 5 months after Zoya and Asad's first anniversary which you can read about in my previous TS
TS: Asad and Zoya's First Anniversary
This one is again dedicated to my Fly Girls of The LU Fly Girls CC š¤
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Part 1
It had been five months since Zoya dropped her amazing bombshell on their wedding anniversary giving him the best present he could ever ask for. Asad was brimming with pride at the thought of being a father. He no longer had qualms of being like Rashid Ahmed Khan. Zoya had reassured him to the fullest. She always knew what to say and what she'd said was right. He was nothing like his father and he would love this child and Zoya for the rest of his life. He'd always keep them happy.
Asad made his way into the house after another long day on site. Their latest construction was grueling, he was on site more often than he was used to and he had a well-known American architect making the trip to be a part of the project as well.
Zoya had called him more than a few times throughout the day and he had missed all her calls only learning about them from his secretary when he got back into the office. He had so much paperwork to file when he finally got back from the site that he hadn't been able to return her call. He knew she would probably . . . no she would definitely be mad at him.
Asad steeled himself for Zoya's anger when he stepped up to their room. He was prepared. He had gotten her tamarinds and her double fudge chocolate chip ice cream. Just thinking of all that sweet made him cringe. Her cravings were getting weirder as her pregnancy progressed. Yesterday she was eating pickles and peanut butter and he knew for a fact that Zoya hated peanut butter.
He slowly opened the door to find Zoya fast asleep in bed. He smiled and put the items on his desk. He removed his jacket and shoes and climbed into bed next to her. Lying on his left side and propping on his elbow, Asad brushed her hair from her face and kissed her cheek.
Zoya stirred at his touch and peeked at him with one eye. "Hey." She said her voice still scruffy but sexy with sleep. "When did you get home?"
"I just got in." He leaned in and kissed her nose. "How are my girls?" He asked rubbing her stomach.
"You know it could be a boy." She whispered smiling at how he was caressing her swollen stomach.
"I know you think so but that's my little girl in there." He rubbed his nose against hers. "I just know it."
Zoya shrugged, "If you say so." She moved around coming closer and cuddling into him closing her eyes again. "That feels good." She sighed contentedly. Her eyes opened suddenly and what could only be described as a mischievous smile widened her lips. "How about we make a bet?" She arched one perfectly shaped eyebrow at him.
"A bet?" He asked slowly. "On whether the baby's a boy or girl?" She laughed and nodded.
"If I win, we take a long vacation." She emphasized the word long. "A vacation with just you." She kissed the underside of his jaw. "And me." She trailed her fingers into the opening of his shirt. "And our baby of course."
Asad laughed a husky, hearty laugh that made his dimple that Zoya loved and coveted even more pronounced in his handsome face. "Zoya, I'd give that to you anyway if you continue what you just started."
Zoya huffed, "Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan, you are absolutely incorrigible." She turned her back to him.
Asad sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist resting his palm where their baby lay rubbing soothing circles through her clothes. He burrowed his face into her neck and kissed her most ticklish spot making her squirm.
"Did I upset you?" He kissed her again. She shook her head. "I upset you." He stated what she didn't want to say. "We'll take a vacation soon Zoya. I just really can't leave now. This project is major and I'm needed there."
"I need you here too." She said in a soft voice that made his heart clench in his chest. "I need you here with me or at least to hear your voice when I call and not get your secretary every single time." Her voice broke on the last word and she started crying big fat tears that made her heave and even start to hiccup.
She sat up suddenly dislodging him from her and she hoisted herself off the bed and turned her back to him. "I don't know why I'm crying. Must be hormones. But really Asad I must have called you close to ten times. You weren't here and I was in pain. Ammi had to call the doctor because I was having pain. It wasn't anything serious. The doctor just said that I needed to rest more and not be exerting myself too much. But I needed you Asad and you weren't here." She started to sniffle now, her tears subsiding.
Asad got off the bed and took her into his arms, turning her to face him. He wiped the tear tracks on her face and lifted her chin and kissed her lips. "I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you okay?" She nodded, sniffling still and hugged him hard. But she couldn't really get in close because her stomach was in the way. When her bump touched his stomach, she started giggling.
And then she suddenly stopped again. "I'm huge. I mean I'm probably not going to see my feet soon. I still have nine and a half weeks left. I guess I'm lucky I can still see my toes." And then she started giggling again. "I love it." She placed her palms on both his cheeks and kissed his smiling mouth. "I love you."
He hugged her close, "I love you too." He took her hand and walked her to his desk. "Brought you ice cream."
Her eyes lighted up at the mention of ice cream, "Double fudge chocolate chip?" When he nodded she smiled that beautiful smile. She often told him how much she loved that dimple in his right cheek but that cute but sexy dimple in her left cheek that made an appearance when she smiled melted his heart every time.
"Come on." He took the carton of ice cream from the bag and sat her down on the bed. "I'll get you a spoon. You'll eat your ice cream and I'll rub your feet for you. They're swollen and you weren't saying anything. Again." he chastised her and went to get her spoon as she made herself comfortable.
"I have the world's best husband." She called after him.
"Yes you do." He shouted back and she smiled.
END of PART 1
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