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thirty two.

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Iman has never loved or fallen in love before.

It is not a feeling she is very familiar with, because all her past relationships with males have been either plain platonic and hormonal flings that never progressed into anything serious. These are reasons why she has kept her heart secured and safe, in other to avoid another heartbreak from happening to her.

Giving Chad a chance was simply because they have known each other for a while, and well, she did not assume Harry would have feelings for her. It was conflicting for her because she never discussed any of it with her mother, and the only person that listened to her personal vents and ramblings is unfortunately dead.

Iman had a beautiful relationship with her father, and he was literally her bestfriend back then. It was a beautiful father and daughter bond, almost similar to how much Myra loves her father and how much Harry is ready to protect his daughter. It was like that until the cold hands of death snatched him away in an accident that might have been avoided, if only he wasted a little more time at home that morning.

Days, weeks, months and years keep passing, and Iman has gradually accepted and passed her stages of grief. She has transitioned into a strong and patient woman, that knows life is unpredictable and anything can happen at anytime. Experessing her feelings to Harry is the best thing she has done for herself in a while, and knowing it is mutual makes her happier than ever.

"Oh shit, it tangled up!" Iman hisses, detangling her hair in front of her dressing mirror.

"Here you are," Lea says, entering the room with a mug wrapped around her palms.

"Hi mama!" Iman squeaks up, successfully detangling her thick curls and sweeping them to the side.

"You look nice," Lea smiles, staring at her.

A simple pair of blue jeans and a plain top might not sound too appealing but the glow on Iman's face and positivity radiating from her makes her look more beautiful than ever. Iman slowly starts braiding her hair on one side and smiles at her mother.

"She is happy because my ship is cruising!" Daya yells, poking her head into the room with a laugh.

"Get out!" Iman groans.

"What? I'm just saying," Daya mumbles, rolling her eyes.

"Shut up and return my pack of tampons you stole," Iman warns, braiding her hair.

"I cannot return used goods, soz!" Daya laughs loud and runs off.

"That's just gross," Iman sighs, focusing on her hair.

"You have not really spoken to me since you came back this morning, I was worried," Lea speaks, sitting on the bed with a smile on her face.

Iman sighs and turns to her mother, trying hard to fight the emotions threatening to blow up on her face.

"I'm sorry, did not want to disturb you mum," she mumbles, walking over to sit next to her mother.

"You never disturb me love, I particularly prefer your company sometimes," Lea hums, pressing a kiss to Iman's cheek.

"Yes I love you. Okay, he is doing well and yeah he is doing much better," Iman murmurs, fighting back a bright smile from revealing.

"Did you get enough sleep in that hospital space and did you eat please? I made food," Lea asks, sipping out of her mug with a frown.