23 year old, Fatima's life was well planned out when she finished her college studies in Stanford University. Coming back home in London, she'd planned to take a gap year and have time to figure out what she really wanted to do with her life. Everyt...
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Three weeks had passed since I was released from the hospital. And I had been under everyone's surveillance, the center of attention. As intriguing and amazing as it was, it was also pretty annoying. No one really wanted me to do anything, they wanted to pamper me till I'd drop. I liked getting things done myself, the Fatima way but that was impossible. I know they were trying to help but jeez, I wasn't broken and I had healed, I could do some things on my own without having Fiona, Mira, Chloe, Lisa or Kyle and Brandon, especially Zayn breathing down my neck, telling me to take it easy.
. . .
I finished rinsing my green beans and dropped them on my frying pan with olive oil inside. It took about two minutes for them to be ready and I set it aside. I had everything else ready so I took the rest of my plates and went to the dining to set the table.
Fiona was upstairs busy with her assignments, I'd chased her out of the kitchen because she kept trying to help me and I wasn't having any of that shit.
I cleaned the kitchen after setting the dining table. Took all my ingredients back to their rightful places in the pantry.
"I thought I told you not to rush yourself, you're still healing." Said a rough, deep, sexy voice when a pair of strong hands wrapped around my waist from behind. He nuzzled my neck, nibbling the soft spot that drove me crazy.
"And I thought I told you I wasn't broken, I'm okay now."
He turned me to face him, the same ocean eyes that always had my heart beating out of control met mine. And everything dissolved into thin air, all I could see was him, butterflies in my stomach intensified. Zayn and I had only gotten stronger and stronger over the time especially after we discovered that we lost our baby. Our relationship had taken a great turn. We focused more on us and building our marriage. He was home more, we spent time together and if he had to work late, he always let me know.
I knew he was busy dealing with whoever had a hand in what happened to me. Though I wished he'd just let things be, I also understand where he was coming from. He made sure to keep me safe from everything. What I appreciate most about him was the fact that he never kept me in the dark from the family business, he told me everything, though he didn't tell me about the investigation regarding the shooting at Fiona's House. I wanted to know everything though, especially the shootout that landed me in hospital. I hadn't healed emotionally, I just kept it together in front of him so he wouldn't notice how much impact that had on me. Worst of all, the miscarriage.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better now." I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his thick black hair. Staring at his beautiful blue eyes, I got lost in them. It was crazy how I could keep eye contact with him. He was everything I despised in a man but ended up being everything I loved and more. Don't ask me how that happened, I also couldn't tell. One thing was for sure though, I couldn't imagine my life without him anymore.
