interdit, ˚⊹ jules koundé

𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

jules never saw himself getting married, and in all honesty neither did his peers.

he was that one person who always seemed so comfortably alone, everyone pictured him as that lone-wolf archetype; who perhaps thought he was simply too good for anybody else.

that was, until he had met somebody who equally as much thought they were too good for anybody else.

and so their competitiveness overruled their prestigious demeanours, and they were subconsciously determined to become that one person who forced the other into submission.

they weren't perfect, but they were them. they became what other people never expected of them, for each other.

aline was still as stubborn, and jules was still as complacent, yet somewhere down the line they realised that they had balanced each other out somewhat. taught the other how to compromise.

he compromised for no one, and yet he would bring her the sun even if he wanted the moon.

she never let anybody in, and yet he had become part of her to the point where there wasn't even a barrier he had to break. she didn't have to share her vulnerability with him; because her vulnerability was his vulnerability too.

and now approximately five years after they had set aside their differences, and become a joint force to be reckoned with; jules was smiling, as he witnessed the most stubborn woman he had ever come across in her entire life be just that, yet again.

andré had insisted that aline should stay the extra optional night in the hospital, just to make sure everything was as smooth as it seemed but aline was adamant that she was fine to go home.

"i just want to sleep in my own bed." she scowled at him, exhausted and exasperated.

and so jules had driven his wife home at her request, every so often glancing over at the passengers seat in disbelief at the miracle she cradled in her arms. he cursed himself under his breath; he should know better that this drive of all drives was one he had to conduct with the upmost precaution.

he never thought a woman would become the pinnacle of his existence; and now two of them were.

"you still sure about her name?" he smiled.

aline looked up at him. "certain." she beamed.

jules witnessed how excited and proud she was; in awe of what she had somehow created with inside her own body, like she couldn't quite believe it herself, and he fell in love with her all over again.

their teammates had eagerly asked what they were going to name their daughter as soon as they found out it would be a girl, but the couple had remained tight-lipped.

so their group chats exuded with delight as they had texted their nearest and dearest about the arrival of their newborn baby girl; ashra.

as soon as they had come to meet her for the first time, their immediate questions were about her name; what it meant.

the two number-fives smirked at each other knowingly, as their friends fawned over their shared creation.

"it represents how way down the line, this little one was the result of us as a sum once we stopped fighting over who was the five and came together." jules whispered, while rocking his daughter gently on his shoulder, swaying his hips from side to side.

"ashra means 'ten' in arabic," aline grinned at her friends, filled with nothing but pure love and happiness as she adoringly watched her beautiful husband, sway her beautiful daughter.

and so after all this time, the two number fives had stopped fighting for the title; and instead put that energy into their perfect little ten.





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