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2 weeks later

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"Sumayya your husband's here!" I heard Justin shout from downstairs as I was cleaning up the last bits of my room, that was now filled with boxes.

"Coming!" I called back as I put on a hijab and left the room, going downstairs to meet him there.

It had been two weeks since the day the kids had started school and Zaid was over every single day spending time with me and the kids. Justin still hadn't completely warmed up to him yet. He never referred to him as Zaid, but said 'your husband' or 'Sumayya's husband' and they didn't have conversations either, but they weren't at each other's throats so alhamdulillah still.

"Assalamu alaykum." He said with a smile once he gave a look to Justin which made him roll his eyes and leave us alone.

"Wa alaykum salam." I answered with a grin as he leaned over and held my face in his large hands, kissing my forehead.

"The moving truck will be here in twenty minutes." Zaid said and I nodded. "Are all your boxes packed?"

"Yeah they are, alhamdulillah." I answered him. "Should we have moved them down here? To make it easier for them yani." I said but he shook his head.

"They'll be fine, inshaaAllah."

"Okay. Did you call your mum?"

"For what?" He asked with raised eyebrows as we walked upstairs.

"To ask if she needs anything? She's cooking dinner tonight, she might need help or ingredients."

"Halima is there to help her and she can walk to the shops. It's fine."

"Give me your phone." I muttered.

"Sum..."

"Zaid."

He sighed, sticking his hand into his pocket and taking out his phone, placing it in my hand.

"What's your passcode?" I asked him.

"Your birthday." He answered casually as he looked around the boxes.

My lips parted as I stared at his back as he walked between the boxes, one of his hands in his pocket and his stance strong.

"You didn't change it?" I asked him.

"Nope. Never." He answered, turning around to face me and furrowing his eyebrows once he saw my expression. "Wait...you're actually shocked?" He scoffed with a small smile.

"Well, I mean, yeah..." I said with a shake of my head as I unlocked the phone and went onto his contacts to call his mum.

"I don't understand why you're surprised. Do you still not realize I never stopped loving you?" He asked me.

I sighed. "It's not that." I said simply as I took the phone to my ear. "And I'm surprised, but it made me happy." I added with a grin, making him smirk and then smile. I liked his smile more. But his smirk was just as attractive.

MashaaAllah.

"Did it?" He asked. He thrived off my compliments. Always. Even before when we were first married, every time I complimented him, he would make me repeat it and I'd gladly to so because making him happy made me happy.

"It did." I smiled right before mama answered the phone.

"Assalamu alaykum habibi." She said.

"It's your habibti, mama." I laughed. "Wa alaykum salam."

"Oh, Sumayya. How are you?" She said after she giggled cutely.

"I'm good, alhamdulillah, mum. I just wanted to call and ask if you needed anything...from the shops or if you want me to come by." I said.

"Oh, no hayati, it's okay. I'll do it myself. You go on and do what you need to. Halima is helping me too, so it's okay." She said making me smile.

"Okay, mama. No worries then. I'll see you at night inshaaAllah." 

"InshaaAllah, habibti. Fi amanillah." She said, hanging up before I could reply.

"She's still the same." I said with a laugh, handing the phone over.

Zaid laughed also nodding his head. "Imagine she still does that to clients when she picks up my dad's phone if he's not around."

"Oh my god." I shook my head feeling second hand embarrassment for Zaid's dad.

"Sumayya! The moving men are here! They're asking for your husband!" Justin shouted.

"Asking for your husband." Zaid scoffed and I slapped his arm lightly.

"Be nice." I said, making him roll his eyes as he walked out and down the stairs and so began the hour long wait as they packed all the boxes into the van. From my belongings, books, clothes, accessories, bags, shoes, the kids toys, books, clothes...everything in my room was now packed in a van and ready to be placed into my new home, or better yet, our home.

Now that the kids had started school, my life was also much more comfortable. Of course I missed them every single day and I counted minutes until I got to go pick them up, but I was a mum at the end of the day, and not having them running around for a few hours was refreshing alhamdulillah. I was able to take a bath without them knocking on my door after three minutes, I could vacuum the house in one go instead of having to stop start stop start everytime they needed something. I could cook dinner without worrying about them running and toppling something over. I could sit and relax for half an hour without having to get up to see what they were screaming about.

It was nice. Not as nice as when they were around of course, but still nice.

I sat on the living room couch while Zaid watched the men. He never trusted tradies and stuff to be at our house alone and even if he was home, he would always be standing over them like a hawk watching their every move no matter how long the task was.

-Flashback- (during the times when they first got married)

"Assalamu alaykum, sweetheart." He answered the phone after the fifth ring and although I was angry at him slightly for keeping me waiting until five rings, the little nickname softened my heart and I smiled.

"Wa alaykum salam." I replied with a sigh as I flopped onto the couch and groaned loudly, turning off the tv to cut off the unnecessary noise.

"Did something happen, babe?" He asked simply, clearly hearing from my groan that something wasn't right. And it wasn't.

"I was trying to work this new washing machine and then I started it and it started washing, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, and then it finished washing and all it had to do was dry, yeah?"

"Yeah, babe."

"Yeah, and then it started making all these loud noises and stuff and then I went to check what happened and then the whole laundry was flooded and everywhere is wet and I think the machine is broken now." I muttered with a pout.

"Aww, it's okay, babe. I'll call repairs when I come, okay?"

"Call them now! The floors will start smelling if the water air dries."

"I'm not home."

"I am..." I trailed off simply, not knowing what he was getting at.

"No, Sumayya. I have to be there if men are coming to the house." He stressed, and I just now realised that he was right. I couldn't think rationally since the floors of my new home were currently under water. "What if they do something to you? Or go through your drawers?"

"What!? No one is going to go through my drawers." I laughed, my mood fixing up once again.

"Yes, they will. It only takes one time for something like that to happen and I won't ever allow that to happen, okay?"

I smiled to myself and stayed silent for Allahu alam how long, reviling in his protective words. I loved his gheerah. Allahumma barik.

"Did that make you happy?" He said, his voice deep as he released a low chuckle.

"Yeah." I said softly, feeling the blush rise to my cheeks.

"Yeah?" He said, I could practically hear the smirk on his face.

"Yeah." I repeated, smiling to myself as I took a finger to my mouth and bit my nail.

"You are, the most, adorable, amazing, beautiful, cute person in my life. I love you, zawjati." He spoke through the phone, making my insides turn and flutter with butterflies.

"I love you, too, hubs." I said softly. "BarakAllahu feek."

"Wa feeki barakAllah hayati." He said.

"Come home quickly, okay?" I said.

"Okay, inshaaAllah." He replied making me grin as I shut the phone, sighing loudly in content and throwing myself on the couch, lying down and staring at the ceiling with a grin on my face.

My text tone beeped and I picked my phone up off my tummy and held it up to see the message.

Husband 💍🙊💞 - Cook dinner for tonight yeah, but don't break the oven too x

I read the message twice before laughing loudly and shaking my head.

Me - I'll try my best x ☺️

I locked my phone again and smiled to myself for Allahu alam how long before getting up eventually to make dinner. Ugh, I loved being a housewife.

-End of flashback-

"Babe? Babe?"

"Huh?"

"They're done."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He repeated, making me smile and blush as I remembered the flashback and the similarity.

"What's up with you?" He asked with a soft chuckle as I walked to him and shrugged.

"Happiness?"

"Yeah?" He asked with a wink. He remembers.

"Yeah." I replied with a smile as he put his arm over my shoulder and led us outside to the car.

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"No, can we put that in the other corner?" I spoke, pointing at the tall vase with the flowers in it that was sitting next to the fireplace.

"Yeah, sure." Zaid answered, carrying it to the other side and placing it down slowly before adjusting it to make it centered against the wall. "Better?"

"Perfect." I smiled, it looked too crowded on the other side. "We can go then." I said with a smile, taking my bag with me to the car as we drove to pick up the kids.

"So, about sleeping arrangements." He said simply, glancing at me through the corner of his eye as he drove towards the kids school.

"Mhm." I hummed, wanting him to elaborate on what he meant by that and continue speaking.

"I'm guessing you don't want to sleep in the same bed as me." He said, his voice sounding strained and I knew it hurt him to know that we would be in the same house but still not comfortable completely as husband and wife again. What he didn't know, was that I was willing to share a bed with him already. I couldn't wait until I could just lay in his arms after a long day of housework and listen to him recite the Quran soothingly until I fell asleep just like he had done to the kids a few weeks back.

That exactly was the sole reason I couldn't share a bed with him. The kids had not once slept a day in a bed other than one that I was on. "I think it'll take some time for the kids to get used to the idea of me not sleeping with them." I said.

"You could always come after they've fallen asleep?" He suggested hopefully and I smiled but shook my head, telling him that they still wake up throughout the night at times.

"Anything for them then." He said with a smile making me grin. Definitely.

I smiled at him, feeling happy that he was okay with that and that he didn't want me in his bed.

The kids were going to be so shocked that we weren't going to be living with dad, Justin and Jess anymore. They knew we were moving out, but they didn't know when.

Sometime later we arrived at their school and got out of the car seeing the children waiting in groups in the front garden.

Zaid beeped the horn twice from the outside of the car through the window, smiling at the kids when they spotted our car and ran to their teacher to point at us. The teacher smiled and took both of their hands, opening the tall gate and bringing the kids to us.

"Thank you." I smiled and she shook her head, telling the kids she'd see them on Monday before walking back to the playground while we buckled the kids.

"Mummy, is Zaid always going to pick us up with you?" Hafsa asked in curiosity after we had driven ten minutes and spoken about their day and what they did.

I looked at Zaid and he was already glancing my way with a saddened expression.

"Yes, baby. Zaid is your baba and babas always pick their kids up from school, okay?" I told her with a smile and she nodded in understanding with a smile.

"Why do we call Zaid 'Zaid' if he is my baba?" She asked another question.

"Well, you can call him baba if you want to." I said with a grin as Zaid approached a red light and turned around to look at the kids also.

"Okay. I will call him baba." She said simply with a smile while covering her mouth with her hands in shyness. She didn't understand the weight that this held for Zaid and her being so open to it made his eyes tear up.

"Hamza? Do you want to call Zaid baba too?" I asked him, hoping he would just agree, but as soon as he question escaped my lips and I watched him look at me and then at Zaid before looking out the window, I knew that he wasn't ready for that step yet.

"Hey, Hamza." I said softly, reaching over to hold his arm. He moved it away, not letting me touch him.

"Hamza." I said louder, narrowing my eyes. He glanced at me and saw my face. I reached over and held his hand, he didn't even flinch this time. "Listen to me, baby. It's fine. It's okay if you don't want to say baba to him, okay?" I said. "Of course I want you too, but whenever you want to say baba, you say it then, deal?" I smiled as he turned completely to look directly at me.

A small smile spread on his face and he nodded his head. "Deal." He repeated and I caressed his cheek slowly before letting go and facing the front again.

"It's gonna take him a while, isn't it?" Zaid said to me softly once the kids started talking with each other.

"I can't rush him." I answered.

"I know." He nodded in agreement. "Its just hard, that's all." He said with a sigh, putting the car onto fifth gear as we entered the freeway.

"Hey," I reached over and took a hold of his hand. "We're going to be a family again. Don't worry." I said, smiling to assure him and he glanced at our hands with a sigh, taking hold of mine and squeezing it.

"InshaaAllah. As long as you're with me now, I'm willing to go through anything." He said softly, not taking his eyes off the road as he took our hands to his face and kissed the back of mine before resting it on the centre console.

"I love freeways." I said as I glanced at our hands.

"Me too." He said with a smile, winking at me."

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"Woah, where's this?" Hafsa spoke in awe once Zaid pulled up into the driveway of our house.

Hm. Our house. That had a nice ring to it.

"It's so big!" Hamza said, his eyes wide as he looked at the house.

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I got out of the car once Zaid parked and slung my bag over my shoulder going to Hamza's side to unbuckle him while Zaid went to Hafsa.

It was so much easier to buckle and unbuckle the kids now that I had Zaid with time to do half the work, but in a way, I lowkey missed doing it by myself too. It was weird. It was like I was missing out on helping one of them. Mainly Hafsa since Hamza still wasn't overly excited when Zaid helped unbuckle him.

"This is our new house." I told them as I placed Hamza on the ground and held his hand.

"Our house?" He repeated in question with raised eyebrows as he looked at me, curiosity swirling in his eyes.

"Mhm." I hummed as I smiled and nodded, winking at him while squeezing his hand.

"Come on then." Zaid said as he carried Hafsa to the front, Hamza and I trailing behind. We reached the door and Zaid put Hafsa down to take his keys and unlock the door easier. Pushing the door wide open, he stepped back and gestured for us to go in. I guided Hamza and Hafsa inside by pushing softly behind their heads. "Say bismillah." I told them as they stepped over the threshold.

"May the next time they leave this house for good be when they get married inshaaAllah." Zaid whispered to me as we stood at the doorway and watched the kids walk in while looking around at their new home.

Zaid smiled at me and wrapped his arm over my shoulders as we stepped through. "Ameen." I said softly, a content smile on my face.

Alhamdulillah.

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Blaaaah stuffed up at the end but kmt I had sooooo much writers block during this chapter man. I was supposed to make this around 7,00-10,000 words but couldn't write any more than 3,000 so forgive me. Hopefully the next chapter will be much better if Allah wills.

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