Yellow.

forty one.

"Ahh kitty!" Myra screams out loud, grabbing Beau to her chest and splashing a ton of kisses all over the uncomfortable cat.

"Meooow!" The cat squirms in her grip, keeping an uninterested look on his face and hoping to escape from this shocking hug.

"Myra, Beau needs some air, like we all do love," Gemma laughs, bending to collect the cat from her hyper niece and placing the feline on the warm floor.

Another week has gone by, and the family has been extra protective of Myra, even with the explanation passed to him by Harry. Gemma is not ready to drop her tough guard and Anne cannot even imagine any little harm coming to her grand-daughter. The lamb blanketed with herbs is cooking in the oven and the air is perfumed with the traditional scent.

"I cannot believe she was in jail," Anne breathes out, placing the cubes of butter into the small ceramic bowl containing half mashed potatoes.

"It is heartbreaking, but I'm hoping she doesn't do anything crazy," Gemma clicks her tongue, rinsing her palms and keeping her eyes on the curry flavoured rice.

"So, altogether we have a total of eight samosas to be fried. Four are filled with minced meat and veggies, and the other four are filled with potatoes and yeah veggies," Zayn speaks up, cleaning his palms with the apron around his waist and smiling.

"You are such a darling, thanks for giving me the recipe by the way," Anne smiles, planting a kiss to his cheek and slowly starting on the mashed potatoes.

There is a gentle knock on the door and Myra squeals before racing towards the door. Niall rolls his eyes, adjusting his bowl of cheesy nachos on one side and licking his other fingers free off melted cheese. Myra is having a little dance next to the door, expecting her father and his girlfriend not knowing the special guest. Niall chuckles at how adorable Myra looks and opens the door to see a smiley Iman.

"Hi there!" Iman pipes up, waving at him with a bright smile.

"Hey there!" Niall calls out, giving her a one armed hug and sighing. "Gosh, you smell so nice Iman."

"Thanks, and you too," she shrugs, giggling and stepping in with Harry.

"H-Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii," Harry says, giving Niall a quick wave and looking away from him.

"Papaa!" Myra squeaks, rushing and immediately wrapping her arms around his knees with sheer excitement.

"H-Hey love! H-Happy to seeeee you!" Harry tries to sound cheerful, looking down at her bright eyed face and smiling back at her.

"I have missed you papa, how are you?" Myra hums, flashing her teeth at him.

"I...I am fine thank you...uh h-h-having exams soon so studying, and Myra?" he asks, blinking a bit at the eye contact and looking away.

"Football was yesterday and I had two goals! Coach Daya is super nice," Myra beams, looking at Iman with a pleasant look on her face.

"Can I come in?" Linda asks with a small voice, stepping in after them and making Niall jump to the side a little.

"Uh...Myra come here!" Niall quickly says, clearly oblivious about everything that has happened.

Myra instantly runs towards her uncle, feeling him scoop her up and hold her close. Iman slowly shuts the door, smiling and walking closer to Niall with a knowing look. Linda tilts her head to the side, staring at the child that is supposed to be hers and feeling her heart melt in complete admiration for how far the child has come to grow around this side of her family.

"Hi Myra," Iman says, gently.

"Hi Iman," Myra mumbles, resting her cheek against Niall's shoulder and staring back at Iman.