Ayat Hassan is the daughter of the country's top criminal lawyer. When lawyer Hassan Hashmi involves himself with the third-in-command and brother of the leader of a dangerous human trafficking ring, it lands him in hot water.
And his daughter in th...
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I silently watched the chaos unfold in the living room, head already throbbing with an impending headache.
"C comes after B, little princess. Not D." Shaz grumbled and carefully erased the mistake on paper. His little princess pouted and folded her arm, a strand of hair falling into her eyes from the way she huffed angrily. Shaz pursed his lips, no doubt holding back a smile at her behavior. Who could take a cute, three-year-old serious when she said she was angry? Certainly not us.
I sipped from my glass and grimaced at the tea that tasted more like paper than anything. My taste buds were dying these days.
Shaz sighed and turned to the little mister sitting on his right. "You're not focusing, Hasan."
Hasan's eyes widened and he immediately set down the plane he had been flying to grab his pencil. Even from here, I knew what he wrote wasn't an M like it was supposed to be.
My poor husband.
I watched with poorly contained amusement as Shaz sighed again, longer and deeper this time, and closed the two notebooks. "Just put them away. We can do the rest later."
I couldn't help but chuckle a little. Good thing he got a taste of how hard it was to handle those twins. Shiza smiled wide and clapped happily as she made a sloppy attempt of studying the notebook in her Frozen back pack. Hasan did the same, although more neatly, with his Spiderman back pack.
And almost immediately, Hasan was back to playing with his plane and Shiza had pulled out her Anna doll from somewhere. I wished my mother had been here to tell me how hard being a mother was, especially of twins.
I quickly picked my mug back up to cover my mouth as Shaz made his way over to where I sat on the stool by the kitchen counter. He came to stand at my back, his arms wrapping around me. I leaned back into him when his face ducked into my neck.
"What were you laughing at?" He mumbled against my neck and I shivered when he kissed me.
"My chaotic cluster of a family." I simply told him and shrugged. It only made his arms tighten further around me, his hand going to my stomach.
"Shiza's chaotic tendencies come from her mother." My eyebrows furrowed at his accusation.
"As if her father is an angel."
"I might not be but I swear that girl is exactly like you." I crossed my arms and huffed. It only made him look up at me with a raised eyebrow and lazy grin. "See? That's exactly how she gets 'angry' too."
