Ten years later...

Zaynub Khalid

"Mommy! Mommy! Help me!" shrieked my five year old daughter, Aanisah.

Aanisah ran to me and hid behind my legs. I smiled down at her.

"What is it?"

"Baba is trying to tickle me," she whispered.

I laughed and turned back to making eggs. Zakir loved to mess with our kids. When our eldest, Tahera, was born, Zakir was nervous about just holding her. He thought he would drop her, but eventually he took the father role like a natural. I admit when Tahera was born we were both stressed out, especially since we moved to live on our own.

"Aanisah, where are you?" called Zakir.

Aanisah made the mistake of giggling and Zakir spotted her. He grabbed her and threw her up in the air. Aanisah squealed while Zakir laughed.

"Shh. You'll both wake up Badr," I told them quietly.

Badr was my one and only son. He was three years old and a big trouble maker. He reminded me a lot of Zakir from when we were younger.

Suddenly, you could hear the cries of Badr. Man, he really wasn't a morning person. I sighed and just when I was about to walk over to his room, Zakir stopped me.

"Here, I'll do it," he said while pecking me on the cheek.

As Zakir walked away, Aanisah flopped herself on the couch.

"Mommy! I'm bored!" she whined.

"Why don't you go call Tahera for breakfeast? We need to hurry and eat so we can go to your grandparents house," I said.

Aanisah jumped to it and ran up the stairs. She looked almost exactly like Zakir. She had his complexion and those mischievous dark eyes. She even had his famous smirk mastered.
Tahera had hazel eyes, which was a recessive gene, and my golden tan skin. Zakir said she was the mini version of me.

"Looks like someone is a little grumpy today," chuckled Zakir while coming into the room.

I turned around to face him and laughed at Badr's face. He had his sleepy face on. His eyes were puffy and he was openly glaring at Zakir and I.

"What's wrong, Bebe? Did Mummy and Daddy disturb your sleep," I grinned.

He looked at me once and then buried his face into his father's shoulder. It was surprising that Zakir managed to keep his muscular form even after ten years.

"Mom! Aanisah messed with my paints again! Those were my favorite too," pouted Tahera.

"I promise I'll buy you new paints, and Aanisah how many times have I told you not to touch your sister's stuff?" I sighed.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"Now hurry up and eat so we can go."

* * * *

"Zakir! Zaynub!" squealed Hajar.

"Hey little sis," I grinned.

"Oh my gosh! Badr is so big!"

I laughed. Amu hugged me and nodded her head at Zakir.

"Zakir, what's up? Long time no see," said Amir.

"Yeah, man. We're getting older everyday. Gotta keep those tabs on each other you know?" sighed Zakir.

"Uncle Zakir! Guess what? I got an amazing writer award at school!" exclaimed Uthman.

I swear that kid gets even more handsome everyday.

"Whoa. Congrats, little man," Zakir said as he patted his head.

"Zaynub, it's been too long. How are you and the kids?" asked Noorah.

Amir and Noorah had another son a year after Uthman was born named Saeed. He was so shy, it was adorable.

"The kids are great. It's just Badr who got pretty grumpy this morning. He's too cute," I smiled.

We all sat and talked for a while about everything. Zakir managed to buy us a house, but it was really far from our families. Amir and Noorah also moved, but not too far away from Amu. I became a doctor. Laila finally found the love she was looking for and is now happily married with four kids. Deeliyah is now a newly wedded bride, so no kids yet sadly. Finally, Khadijah and Hajar were now in college.

Everyone was growing up and we were all getting older. I guess that was the sad part. Life was just flashing by our eyes that we didn't even realize it sometimes. It seemed like just yesterday that I got married to Zakir. I was really grateful to Allah about everything because even through the tough times I grew and became stronger. If only Baba could see all this now. He would be so proud.

* * * *

Zakir Khan

Things had been going great in life, Alhamdulillah (Thanks to Allah). Allah had blessed me with two beautiful daughters and a wonderful son. Then there's Zaynub; the love of my life. Throughout our marriage her and I did have some pretty intense arguments, but we solved them before we slept that day. We had many trials thrown at us, but we survived it all.

Aunt Yusra improved over the years. She finally moved on from holding onto her past and started turning back to her religion for guidance. Tariq was now a married man with four little kids. All of them were boys. He was going to have a tough time dealing with so many little boys. Teenage years will probably be the worst. Maysa was also married and pregnant with her first child. Her husband was a very famous Muslim speaker.

"What's got you thinking so hard?" Zaynub asked while preparing our bed.

I was leaning against the door frame watching her. The kids were tucked in and now we finally had some alone time. Everytime I looked at Zaynub, I fell in love with her all over again. No model in the world would ever be as beautiful as she is.

"Just thinking about my blessed life with you," I said.

Zaynub giggled, "You're so cheesy."

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"But it's true," I whispered in her ear.

She shivered at my touch and leaned against my chest. I kissed her earlobe and trailed my mouth down her throat. She gasped as I turned her around and kissed her full on her lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. Her fingers tangled in my soft hair. She broke the kiss to breathe.

I didn't stop.

I trailed my lips down her jaw and slowly to her collar bone. She moaned. I smirked against her skin and then slowly led her to the bed. I hovered over her and stared deep into her eyes.

"I love you," I said truthfully. "You'll always be the number one for me."

"I love you too," she smiled. "More than you'll ever know.

I chuckled and kissed her lips softly. While we were kissing, I heard voices outside our room. Zaynub and I broke away from each other and looked at the door. I got off her and helped her up. Just then Aanisah, Tahera, and Badr came into our room.

"I thought you guys were sleeping," I said with my eyebrows raised.

"Badr kept crying and Aanisah kept blabbering about her dolls, so we decided to just see what you and Mom were doing," Tahera said innocently.

"If you must know, Mommy and Daddy were having fun together," I grinned.

Zaynub gave me the 'shut-up-now-and-you'll-live' look. I just smirked at her. She glared at me.

"What type of fun, Baba?" asked Aanisah.

Badr looked at his mom and saw her glaring at me. Then he looked at me and said, "Baba is big trouble," he giggled.

"This type of fun," I smirked.

Before Zaynub could react I had grasped her waist and pulled her to me. I planted my lips firm on hers.

"Eww!" the kids screamed.

Zaynub and I broke away from each other and I laughed.

"Zakir! You're hurting their eyes," she scolded while looking at the kids covered eyes.

"Tahera, I'm scared to open my eyes," whined Aanisah.

"Me too! I think I'm going to be sick," complained Tahera.

"Baba! You gross! That's not nice!" Badr said while pointing his finger at me. He had his eyes open.

At this Zaynub laughed. "You heard what your kids said. You're a dirty man," she smirked.

"Hey! I'm not that old. Should I tell the kids about the time that you and I-Ow!" I was cut off by Zaynub hitting my arms.

"I swear, Zakir, I will beat you up if you say another word," she threatened.

"What? Mommy, what?" Aanisah asked.

"Nothing, sweetheart. Baba is just being silly," Zaynub said.

I laughed some more. Zaynub guided the kids towards their beds I stared at their retreating figures. This was my family. They were one of the most important peoples in my lives. In Shaa Allah (If Allah wills it) one day my children will be heroes of Islam and be one of the most pious Muslims. Only Allah knows. I just needed to be patient with my Lord.

Assalamualaikum!

Thank you all for being patient with me. Sadly, this is the end of LUTH, but I will still be writing on wattpad. Also, Thanks for all the support and reads. I couldn't have written this without my beautiful fans. Thank you all and may Allah bless you in this life and the Hereafter.

-Beauty4evar

P.S. Zaynub and Zakir will make appearances in my other books.

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