"Let me up Zayn"
"Absolutely not" Zayn mumbles with sleep thick in his voice.
"We have to go, it's almost 10 am!"
"But I'm so comfortable and you smell so good, like decadent pastry " he murmurs, snuggling closer to me, tickling me in the process. I giggled quietly. Of course I'll smell like food to him.
His arms were wrapped too securely around me, you'd think he expected me to run off during the night.
"Did you move my baby off the bed?" I asked seeing Rya in a cot, instead of next to me on the bed.
"She was hogging you" he said. I chuckled.
I can't believe I'm married, again. I hope and pray to Allah that this is the last time.
"What's going on in that gorgeous head of yours? You spaced out" He asks looking up at my face, his arms still snaked around me. Butterflies come alive in my stomach, fluttering up a storm. I smiled. He's so hot!
"I'm thinking I know a guy that has a restaurant that needs running. Maybe he's at the brink of bankruptcy because-
"Okay okay I'm up! Low blow Layla, low blow" I laughed quietly at his drama as he practically rolled out of bed onto the floor.
****
We were back in kaduna in a few hours. We were back home. I can't believe I missed this place.
"God I missed this place" Zayn said giving a voice to my thoughts. I smiled widely. We got to The Palm olive in a few minutes and I could see the anxiety in Zayn's face.
"I've never been away from my baby this long"
"Your baby?"
"Yep. Three things I love more than life itself; my mama, my girls and this little shack right here"
"Hmm glad to know I'm competing with chow mein and rice for a space in your heart" I say.
He stared at me, playfully reducing his eyes and laughing.
"And You better bring your A game because you just might lose to noodles" I gasped.
"I was expecting you to say something sweet and romantic!" I squealed hitting his bicep making him laugh as he got out of the car and turned to the back to get the sleeping baby.
Customers shook his hand here and there as we entered the restaurant. The waiters greeted us but stared weirdly. Probably wondering why there was a woman on his arm and a baby strapped to him when he left here a single man only a couple of weeks ago.
"You want to stay here and eat something or you'd like to come with me to the kitchen?"
"I've never seen the inside of a restaurant kitchen"
"Let's go then" he said with a small smile offering me his hand. We made our way to the back rooms where the kitchen was. I really had never seen the kitchen of a restaurant before so this was exciting for me.
Zayn walked easily like the 20 pound baby strapped to his chest was weightless. He looked so hot as a dad.
"All you have to do is ask for a picture you know"
I roll my eyes.
"You're too old to be this cocky"
"I'd agree with you, but not when I'm this hot. Even when I'm 60, I'll be the hot sugar daddy" he whispered leaning down to me. I rolled my eyes unable to stop my smile. What have I gotten myself into?
The kitchen was what I expected it to be; clean industrial. A central aluminum work surface with up to ten burners, masked and gloved worker moving around swiftly and delicious smells wafting into my nose. Some of the workers were in chef suits, while others were in palm olive uniforms. They were moving harmoniously, stirring this, dishing that, chopping this. They were like a well oiled machine. The kitchen was surprisingly not hot, vents and windows on the walls allowed for the delicious smell and smoke to go out.
"Afternoon Guys, this is my wife Layla and daughter Rya." He stopped , as if to let the information sink in as they chorused a 'good afternoon' back.
"I expect her to be treated with as much, if not more respect that you all accord to me. The tiniest whiff of disrespect and I'm not only firing, I'm beating asses" Zayn says.
I chuckled at the last part.
The entire room of people chuckled as well , then proceeded to welcome and congratulate me. The guys more than the ladies.
"We've got a room full of hungry people so let's move please, I'll be back in the evening. Mike, please have my reports on my table before then and someone take out that trash" he finished and two people immediately scurried towards the trash bin. Is he always this...in control ?
****
"Where are you taking me" I asked as Zayn too a wrong turn.
"To your house obviously" I rolled my eyes.
"You mean your house?"
"You are mine and what is mine is yours" he says causing butterflies to flutter in my stomach. In case you haven't noticed, it happens a lot with him around.
"Did you get that cheesy line from your playboy handbook?" I roll my eyes. I can't let him know he affects me, He's already too cocky.
"Do I look like I need a book to make butterflies flutter in your stomach?"
Let me tell you, the butterflies were going crazy at this point.
"There are absolutely no butterflies in my stomach, don't flatter yourself" I say, feeling sweat starting to form on my brow. It's hot in here.
Zayn chuckled knowingly and I rolled my eyes.
We pulled up in front the gates of a small estate; Zayn greeted the uniformed, armed security men as we made our way in.
"They have guns?"
I whispered to him and he laughed.
"Security is priority"
The estate was beautiful, clean. Probably new. It had rows of grey and white modern semi detached houses separated by streets. There was a play ground with kids running around. It made me smile. This really feels like home.
"You're renting?" I ask after we stopped in front of one of the houses and got out.
"No, my dad own the estate" oh
"So you're a spoilt brat then?"
He chuckled stalking over to my side of the car.
"One day, this mouth is going to get you in trouble babe" he whispered to my face, his coffee breath tickling my nose. I shrugged nonchalantly , like I wasn't about to pass out from his intensity.
I don't know what I was expecting but this wasn't it. Zayn was a plant's person! He had grey furniture and white walls, and potted plants on practically every horizontal surface. He has a large bookshelf entirely covering the wall beside the entrance with an armchair next to it. There was a sleek tv and gaming consoles on the wall opposite the front door and double glass door that led out to a balcony on the adjacent wall. I wanted to call him a nerd for having so many books but I thought it better to shut my mouth.
"You can look around while I take our stuff upstairs. My heart fluttered at the fact that he said 'our' I nodded. He lifted one suit case and disappeared up the stairs.
The kitchen was beautiful; not too small and not to large. Everything was immaculately arranged. He had a spice cabinet! Who the hell has a spice cabinet? He also had two double door refrigerators on one wall of the kitchen, a cooker and and oven on the other side. There was a central kitchen island with a sink, a small rack that had ironed aprons stacked neatly and a fruit bowl. Does this guy even live here? Is he a simulation? The entire house looks like someone just moved in. It made me feel uneasy, what if I can't be as organized?
"Babe?" Zayn called from the sitting room. His voice was immediately followed by Rya's also yelling 'babe'. I got to the sitting room to find him telling her it was 'mama' not babe. For some reason, she was finding it funny. I laughed also. I could get used to this.
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Genç KurguLayla is eighteen, beautiful, popular and now pregnant! Being from the family she is, she knows her life just ended after it had just barely began.
