As Ouahib arrives in town , carrying the weight of a family that has weathered hardships, including parental separation, and the lingering echoes of a once vibrant home, he embarks on a new beginning, yearning for a different chapter.
In contrast...
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I step out of the bathroom, drying my hair with the towel, as I wasn't in a mood to dry them with the hair dryer and my cramps were killing me.
I spot Ouahib bringing the food again to the table and remember the bathroom scene, which sends a wave of heat directly to my cheeks.
"I have warmed up the food, as it got cold, until the time we came out of the bathroom." He informs me and sets the last plate on the table.
I take a seat at the table and my mouth waters at the sight of food. I grab the fork to start eating, but Ouahib walks over to the bathroom and brings the hairdryer, "I'll dry your hair, you eat until then," he says and plugs the dryer and comes behind me to start drying my hair.
"But," I try protesting, but he shushs me, "shhh, eat and I'll join you, as soon as I'm done." He asserts and the urge to eat takes over me and I start eating without protesting. Blame the hormones, not me! I'll enjoy the princess treatment.
I stuff the food into my mouth, like I've been craving it for ages, while Ouahib dries my hair. Soon he is done and brings my hair clip to gather them into a bun.
When he is done he takes a seat beside me and snatches the fork from my hand. "Hey!" I whine. "Tsk, You're such a baby, stuffing your mouth like that will hurt your tummy only," he says, taking and forwarding the fork to my mouth.
"I'm not a baby!" I complain crossing my arms above my chest. "Oho, you're not any baby, you're my baby!" He says as if that would change anything.
My hormones are messed up, so I just tilt my head as if angry. "Liya baby," He calls out and I hear him standing up and in the next moment I'm flying in the air and suddenly I'm seated on his lap, while he sits on the chair I just sat on.
"What will I do when we'll have a baby, hmm?" He asks innocently while my cheeks flush. "I will have to take care of my baby and our baby!" He says, as if it was the most normal thing to say.
My neck warms up at the thought, "Well, you chose it!" I retort, smiling widely at his cuteness. The urge to pull his cheeks took over me and I did so.
His eyes shoot up to meet mine at my sudden action and I feel his cheeks warming up, beneath my fingers, which are still pulling his cheeks.
I leave them and he smiles, shying away. "Oho, look who's blushing and shying away now!" I exclaim and he stuffs my mouth with the food, shutting me up.
"Liyati, if I were to start, then you wouldn't be able to look me in the eye and would be a blushing mess!" He warns and it seriously shuts me up. He isn't to mess with and my body reacts unwillingly to every comment of his.
We eat our food and I occasionally redirect the fork towards his mouth, feeding him as well, as he hasn't eaten either.
After that we go to the nearby beach for a last walk by the beach and eat dinner in one of the restaurants there, with a beautiful view over the glistening water under the moonlight.
