I wake up to feather-like kisses on my belly. I gently open my eyes to be graced with the most beautiful grey eyes I have ever seen. I can never get tired of admiring these beautiful eyes of his. He stops kissing my stomach and graces those lips of his with mine.
"Good morning, honey," Ethan says, releasing me from our kiss. "How was your sleep?"
"Alhamdulilah, it was fine; what is the time?" I say, sitting up
"It's noon; everyone would be here around three. You still have enough time to get ready."
"Alright, I will take a shower and join you downstairs."
"I will be waiting, my love," Ethan says, kissing my forehead and walks out.
I carefully stand up from the bed and walk to the bathroom. I can't believe a year has gone by since Ethan and I got married. It still feels like yesterday he told me he converted to Islam. That day is one of the happiest days of my life. A lot has happened in our lives in the past year. Both Ethan an