"Babe, Get up. We're going to the gym"

I ignored him.

"Babyyyy" i ignored him some more. Then he started drumming on my butt.

" leave me alone!"

"Up up up lazy" I graoned and opened my eyes. He was already dressed in a pair of sweat and a loose tee. Looking like a damn-

"Stop checking me out ma'am " i laughed.

"Good morning" I greeted.

"Good morning babe. How are you my beautiful beautiful wife?"

"Alhamdulillah. How are you?"

"Tired wallahi"

"Then why will you wake up this early on a Saturday?" Its six frigging am! He just chuckles.

"We're going to exercise that's why"

"Let's be cute about it. You do the push ups and I lie on your back. Like Instagram couples "

"Hell naw All that booty is going to dislocate my vertebrae! " I gasp, smacking his chest. He just laughs.

"Are you saying I'm fat?" I ask dramatically.

"Yes. And I love it and I love you" I smile. Gym time.

Amarya was still sleeping, tired I'm guessing. So we left the house quietly. Not before I locked all my doors. I don't trust her. Before she goes ahead to do all that nollywood shit in my house.

Hammad wouldn't let me train in peace. In his head, "everyone was eyeing his wife " when there are prettier women in the place with revealing clothes. I was wearing baggy sweats with a long sleeved tee. Every thing baggy, but no.

In the end, I just sat down and waited for him after he almost dropped fifty kg weights on his pharynx while trying to "check on me". I took out my phone and took pictures of him as he trained. What? I'm bored!

"Okay hot stuff!" I yell unconciously causing everyone to look at me, making Hammad chuckle. I kept a straight face although I was embarrassed as hell. When everyone returned to minding their business, he began to flex and we had a mini photoshoot right there in the gym.

There's a particular one where he was looking like a super model. He was on his phone when I took the picture. I made it my new background picture. After about two hours, we went home.

"Akan me zaki kulle kitchen? (Why did you lock the kitchen?) It's my kitchen too you know" Aisha Attacks as soon as I got into the house. Okay.

"Good morning to you too" I say ignoring her question and walking right past her.

"Hammadi could you tell her to unlock the kitchen, I want to cook breakfast for you. I forgive you for not sleeping in my room yesterday" she whines to Hammad as he enters the sitting room. Fam, she's irritating. Why are you talking like that? You're a grown ass woman!

"Don't worry, there's no problem" he says. She looked like she would combust

*ring*

Hammad's phone.

H: Assalamualikum. Baba ina kwana.

After the greeting, he didn't say anything. Just listened. I could hear the man shouting through the phone but I couldn't make out what he was saying. It was getting on Hammad's nerves though because he was rubbing his temples so hard I became afraid they'll catch fire. Y'know friction... So I held his hands in mine.

I took a piece of potato to his mouth and when he opened, I moved it away. I put it in my mouth and bit my tongue in the process of chewing. I didn't even know when I started dancing from the frustrating pain.

Hammad took the phone away from his ear and laughed silently till his eyes became glassy from tears. He mouthed 'karma' to me before he continued his call.

"Yi hakuri baba. Za'ayi gyara in sha Allahu (I apologize father. It won't happen again)" he said while ticking me with his other hand. Imagine if the man had cameras in the house and was monitoring our shenanigans.

*Call ended *

"So Aisha called Baba and told him you didn't give her food since she got here and you locked the kitchen " my jaw dropped. That raggedy bitch. As we speak, she is in her room, eating! What is wrong with her?

"Don't worry. She's just seeking attention " he added.

"I'll give it to her then. It's like she's forgotten what happened the last-"

"Definitely not. That is what she wants so she can go and paint you black in front of baba"

"I'm already as black as I can get, you know, melanin popping " he burst out laughing. His laughter ringing through the entire house. I smiled. I like it when he laughs but I like it better when I'm the cause.

He rinsed the dishes while I wiped off the counters and mopped the floor. I feel happy when my kitchen is spotless.

"Hey can Aisha and the boys come over tomorrow?" Hammad asks. He always asks me when he wants to invite people over. It's so sweet.

"Definitely "

"Can Kabir come too?" I laughed.

"He's my baby daddy. You know he can come over"

"I'll murder the two of you" I laughed but he had a straight face. Always taking things so seriously.

"Your personal trainer is coming tomorrow by the way . You'll exercise here in the house" he says walking out of the kitchen. Excuse me?

We have a little gym that no one goes into here in the house. it's not as equipped as professional ones but it is efficient. Just a treadmill, Hammad's punching bag, a bicycle, weights and yoga mats.

"Whaaaat?!" I yelled after him and then went after him.

"You're not going back to that place, or any other gym packed with hyenas!" If I wasn't annoyed right now, I would have laughed.

"But you're there!"

"It doesn't matter. They still stare" he says with a tone of finality. I was going to say staring doesn't mean anything but I know he'll totally flip so I swallowed the sentence. I hate it when he gets overly protective and bossy like this.

I'm sure Aisha is doing the Happy dance in her room since Hammad and I are arguing.

"So you'd rather me be in your house with another man?"

"Kare mai hauka ya cijeni ne?( am I crazy) definitely not. Your trainer is a woman"

Oh dear God...

***

UNKNOWN P.O.V

It's her. It's definitely her.

I've seen her and that little boyfriend of her's at our gym from time to time but I never realised she was the one until today.

She is curvier, maturity and training. Her eyes still glittered when she laughs and she's still as beautiful as ever. That woman is mine.

*****
Sunday

SAMEERAH'S P.O.V

The door bell went off fifteen minutes after Hammad left for the gym. I groaned, stupid personal trainer that is on time. I got dressed and went to get the door.

A man. Freakishly big man! He had veins popping all over his body, muscles threatening to rip his skin open and a bald head. He was wearing gym clothes and had a gym bag. What is happening?

"Can I help you?" I ask swallowing hard. He could snap my neck without an effort. This part of maitama is quite secluded. He could just dump my body in one of those gutters and water will wash it away. That gate man is soo fired. How will you just open the gate for anyone then go back into your house? I started praying in my head. A kori shaydan.

"You're Miss Sameerah Babangida. Correct?"

"Mrs" I corrected.

"Mercy, your trainer had a personal emergency and couldn't come today so I'm here on proxy" oh

"I'm sorry but I'm not feeling too well at the moment. I can't train " I say. He looks at me like he can see right through my lies. Where is Hammad when you need him?!

"But the exercise can make you feel better. We won't be doing strenuous exercises just-" he pushes.

"We won't be doing any exercises" I clarified, my voice raising higher than I intended. Is he dumb or something?

He clenches his jaw. This guy looks like a maniac who is obsessed with working out.

"But your husband already approved of me" he added. He's lying.

"Could you please leave?" I'm really getting scared now. He smiles and turns to leave.

"Tell mercy to resume whenever she's done handling her emergency. I can wait" I add. He didn't even acknowledge. Just flung the gate open and left. What was that about?

***

Everyone was here except Aneesah and Abubakar. She's in school, somewhere in Hungary and Abubakar has work to do. His father doesn't give him breathing space. It was work around the clock.

The house is alive with chatter and laughter. Even Noor was here. They were yet to decide what to watch and they've been here for almost an hour. Hammad set the table and I served the food. We pigged out. Kabir was the piggiest.

"I like free food. Being a bachelor is hard" he had said.

"Hammad betrayed me. What happened to bros before hoes?" Kabir asks making everyone laugh.

"No hoe here. Just my wife" Hammad answered. Everyone roars and laughs. Even I was laughing. Their bickering is the most interesting.

Aisha came out once to take her food and went back in. She was acting like a shy guest.

"What's up with her" Muhammad asked and I shook my head as Hammad shrugged.

We watched fast and furious 1 through 9. It was soon past ten so everyone began to leave. I really like Sunday's.

***

HAMMAD'S P.O.V

I opened my eyes to find myself alone on the bed. Weird. Where is she? She wakes me up for fajr everyday and today I wake up by myself. What did I do?

I heard movement in the bathroom so I went there straight and opened the door. I found her sitting on the floor with her head on the closed toilet lid. I touched her forehead. Was a bit warm and she was sweating. She woke up as soon as I touched her.

"Hey what's wrong?" I ask.

"I don't know. I've been up since four. Nausea " she says.

"Did you throw up?"

"I've been unable to. And I feel like I've been run over be a car" she says.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking? I couldn't help the smile that spread over my face as I helped her up.

"Why are you smiling like a creep?" She asks.

"Muje Asibiti( we are going to the hospital) I answer.

A/N

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