THE HEARTS REAWAKENING

EPILOGUE.

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KANO STATE, NIGERIA.

The palace is in chaos with the events to take place that blessed morning and afternoon. A coronation and handing over business to two of the princes. Everyone is on edge about how that will take place in a few hours, a long awaited day. The cacophony dissonance of the palace is displeasing but with everyone's mind busy, you wouldn't dwell on that.

A large debonair smile took over princess Amirah's face in the mirror. Dressed to perfection to stand in front of her equally exquisite husband, she cannot wait for the day ahead. Her husband has worked hard for this position and so does she, they deserve this and more. Convalescing a dying company when no one thought they could.

"Mami pwetty." Her three and a half year old daughter complimented her mother from the royal bed she is lying on with her younger brother, Ashraf.

The smile heightened if that is possible, she ambled to her children and place wet kisses on their foreheads. Her son beamed at her, rocking his hands and legs up like a cow about to be slaughtered, she giggled at her own thought. How could she compare her own son to a cow? An animal for that matter? A colossal one!

"Thank you, sugar." Najla grinned at the nickname, showing her deepened smile lines that serve as dimples on each side of her face. "What do you think, munchkin?" She asked Ashraf who only gurgled unknown words, showing his two new teeth.

She got Ashraf few months ago, it was a hectic event she never wish to replay. Imad vowed that she won't ever give birth again and the two of them are enough for them to live the rest of their lives. There was still complication albeit the careful steps they took the whole stage of her pregnancy.

Mild post partum hemorrhage that refused to cessation for five hours. Imad had lost all senses and rational thought and ended up jerking a doctor's collar to either stop that bleeding or sue him. His brothers had to held him back in a hospital room and lock him up till Amirah was all stable to be seen by an inane Imad. They were both depleted for a whole day, twenty four hours in their nadir.

But thankfully, she was able to breast feed her baby now, it is not a pleasant situation. The zap of pain during that first time is something she won't ever forget because whenever she removes her breast to feed Ashraf, she will wince, anticipating that pain time and time again. If Imad is sitting close by, she will hold onto him for distraction. She had to dree that, she brought him to the world after all.

There is no use being censorious, it is something her mother went through so who is she to not go through the same fate?

Imad walked in that second, a smile auditioned on his face at the view in front of him, his family! There is nothing, absolutely nothing that gives him more joy, felicity and merriment than the sight of them together every morning. It is a routine they've sprout out of nowhere and inaugurated. Each morning, they will pray in their bedroom for the sake of family time.

But whenever Imad sees them in the morning, it gave him more reasons to fight the world later on. It makes him feel eminent, his happiness pinnacles over Mount. Everest. His gourmet daughter is the definition of daddy's girl, he's spoiled her to the bones. If not for Amirah, that girl would've yaw to a complete brat in that castle. Everyone's likes her, loves her, enjoys her company.

She talks a lot and her voice, is dulcet and flows melodiously. Her smartness -which Imad no doubt knew came from her mothers root- also gave her the power to corrosively get under everyone's heart in the palace from maids to the Queen and King, down the princes and princesses and her cousins. She gets away with almost everything whenever she sets her cute lips in a moue, it breaks down everyone's shell down to pieces not sheaf-able.