YOURS, JANNAH

#EPILOGUE

"Ah, you think doing that will help you get away from me today? Nah! You won't walk out of this easily." Jannah ran after her four year old son who sprinted away giggling all the way up to his father's room.

"Easy there, Champ! Mama after you again?" Adnan asked standing up from his desk to carry his son away from danger which at the moment is Jannah.

Jannah appeared inside the room panting with her hands akimbo. Impeccably dressed in an ebony yoga pants and hot pink sports bra, it indicated that their son ran away from another torturous session of yoga. Since her only daughter is just three years old, she won't be able to join her making their son her target whenever he is at home during weekends. The boy probably ran away after she asked him to start taking those annoying breaths.

She's made it her personal goal to antagonize everyone in the house, him included. God knows he doesn't know how he managed to escape her today but seems like his son didn't. And their little baby girl is about to join the clue the moment she grew a bit older or had they started already? Jannah makes everyone dance to her tones from her husband down to her two children.

"Noah, I'm going to hit your bum today fifty times so you cannot run away the next time I tell you to stay in that butterfly style." Jannah chided her eyes zeroing on her son's that's taller than her in he husband's arms.

Noah frowned his brows looking extremely like his father behind him. Their semblance is uncanny. There is nothing that'll make anyone doubt whose son he is and where he got those strong features from even as a small kid. He's got this air of mystery that doesn't sit well with her. He is definitely closest to her than his father while her little daughter is yet another daddy's princess.

"But I didn't like the position..." he trailed off with a naughty smile that is making her smother a grin, exactly his father! "I don't like butterflies especially yellow."

He was teasing her!

Seeing as Jannah is about to charge at her son for jeering her with her favorite color, Adnan took off inside the wide room so she won't get to them. It was ten minutes later when Jannah collapsed on the large acre-wide bed inside the room. She knew she was not going to catch them anyway but she needed something to workout on. She just ran for ten minutes, that is enough for the day.

"Dracs, you're aiding his naughtiness and I won't have that. All my children are turning out to be bratty." She exhaled then sat up, her eyes locking on her little daughter's by the door.

Jannah stood up looking at chided. "Aww, I'm sorry I left you hanging my dearest, Imara. Come here let's get you some cookies because Noah is not getting any today. He's been mischievous with his dad."

Imara grinned showing her complete white teeth, she raise her hand up for her mother to pick her which she did. "Bye bye, No-ah!" Imara waved at her older brother while sticking her tongue.

"Dada, I want cookies too." Noah pouted watching the duo leave the room.

Adnan opened his drawer to get his son some cookies. He's always hidden some away from Jannah's sight so his children can have it at their leisure time. He is yet to understand why she doesn't give them too much sugar, he won't be home to see the consequences of them having it. She works all by herself so when she finds out about this, Adnan knew hell will break loose.

She gives him the silent treatment whenever he does things, not in her way. And than for him to have those silent treatments from her, he'd rather die. He hates when she refuses to talk to him as punishment, it makes him want to go crazy and she knows that which is why he is always in the right lane. But for his children, he'd burn billion bridges albeit the consequences he wish not to think of. He keeps them well shrouded from her view, or so he hopes.