A Piece Of His Heart

Sixteen

Eliza

I brushed my hair straight, letting them cascade down my back in dark waves, a stark contrast to the ivory coat I was wearing over a tan sweater dress and black skinny jeans.

"Eliza! Come on." Waleed called out from outside the cottage where he'd gone to attend to the jeep and driver he'd rented today to take us to Lake Saiful Muluk.

"Aarahi hun!" I called back and rushed out, grabbing the keys on my way to lock the door before standing by Waleed's side. He opened the door and lent me a hand so I could climb inside, then sat inside himself as the jeep started moving.

*"Coming!"

I let out a content sigh as I watched the snow and people passing by from the open window of the jeep, the wind sending my hair flying behind me. A little girl walked with her parents and stared up at me with wide eyes as we passed. I waved at her and blew her a kiss, hearing Waleed's laugh behind me.

"You love kids, don't you?" He asked, wrapping his arm around my waist and tugging me back. I let out a gasp as I fell back in the seat, feeling his chest press to my back as he kissed the top of my head, right over the bump he'd discovered last night.

"I do, they're cute." Then a thought occurred to me and made me frown. "We are on our honeymoon, right?"

His eyebrows creased in confusion at the random question. "Yes, why?"

"You know what people expect after a honeymoon?"

He still looked confused. This idiot! Sometimes I wondered how he had reached where he was with a brain the size of a pea. "What?"

"A baby." Waleed sputtered out a cough and covered his mouth with his fist as he fell into a coughing fit. I couldn't control my giggle at his red face and rubbed his back, biting my lip.

"Did you have to mention it?" He choked out, closing his eyes.

My nose crinkled as I looked at him. "I just said the truth, and it's going to be me who will suffer at the hands of desi aunties and their habit of sticking their nose in everyone's business. You're acting like I asked you to jump in be—"

"Eliza!" He yelled out, horrified, and I couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably at his red ears and wide eyes.

"Oh my God, are you seriously twenty-eight? You're acting like a twelve-year-old!" I wiped the tear that slid down my eye because of laughing so much. The car jerked up, alarming me and I was forced forward, my forehead hitting his hand that had shot up at the last minute to save me from hitting my head.

He smiled as I turned to him with round eyes, muttering my gratitude under my breath. "And, yes, I am twenty-eight. You, Eliza Waleed Bukhari, are being highly inappropriate right now." My heart skipped a beat at Eliza Waleed Bukhari. I wasn't a fan of women changing their surnames to their husband's surnames after marriage because it felt like they were discrediting their fathers but I would do anything, anything, to change my surname from Salman Khan.

Waleed smirked, raising an eyebrow. I understood why he was so popular amongst the female population, and if I'd been his employee, I would probably be in the same shoes as his receptionist. "Speechless, sweetheart?"