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Liked by trinity_fatu and 151,925 others halofatu Had my dad over to help out, but he spent the whole time asking for his son-in-law. Now they're on the phone and I've been completely forgotten. 😅 View all 1,886 comments trinity_fatu You know your dad is obsessed with his son-in-law. I don't know why you're bothered 🤣 halofatu @trinity_fatu He said he wanted to come over because he missed me!
As I watched my father walk out the door, his car keys jingling in his hand, I couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Where are you going?" I had asked, only half-listening as I mentally prepared for the evening routine.
My dad's face lit up with that familiar twinkle whenever he was about to do something he loved. "Oh, I'm going to get Sefa from the airport," he replied, the excitement evident in his voice.
Sefa had been traveling for work and it felt like a reunion of sorts every time he came back. My dad's eyes always gleamed with that special kind of pride and warmth whenever he spoke about Sefa.
I rolled my eyes playfully. "Okay, enjoy your bonding time," I said, shaking my head, though I was secretly glad for them both.
Their father-son relationship had always been one of the cornerstones of our family, a source of both strength and humor.
My dad just smiled, the kind of smile that made you feel everything was right in the world. "We will," he said, heading out the door and leaving me to manage the house and kids until he returned.
As soon as my dad left, I decided to call Trinity. It had been a while since we caught up, and she was always my go-to for both advice and a bit of sister-in-law gossip.
The FaceTime call connected almost immediately, and Trinity's cheerful face appeared on my screen. "Hey, sis, how are you and my babies doing?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity and affection.
I smiled, adjusting the phone so she could get a better view of the chaos that was my life. "We're good. My dad tired the boys out today and Harmony is being a princess as always."
I chuckled as I watched Trinity's face light up with amusement. She had always been good at finding joy in the little things, and it was no different now.
"That's good. Anyway, Nunu told me that you're throwing her a gender reveal party," Trinity said, her excitement palpable.
"Yeah, you know she has been low-key since she found out she was pregnant so I thought I would do something for her," I explained, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having planned something special for Nunu.
It wasn't just a party; it was a way to celebrate her and make her feel cherished during this new chapter of her life.
"That's good. Let me know if you need me to do anything," Trinity said, always ready to jump in and help out.
We chatted for a few more minutes, discussing the upcoming party and catching up on little things.
Just as Harmony began to stir from her nap, I knew it was time for me to wrap things up. "Oh girl, I gotta go," I said, shifting my attention to the baby's sleepy face on the monitor.
"Okay. Kiss my Godbaby for me," Trinity said, her voice filled with warmth before she ended the call.
I walked up to Harmony's nursery, a room I had lovingly decorated with soft pastels and whimsical designs.
As soon as I picked up my two-month-old daughter, I felt that familiar wave of maternal joy. "Hey, baby girl," I cooed, cradling her close to my chest.
Her tiny fingers grasped at the fabric of my shirt, and I could feel her little breaths against my skin.
Later that evening, as the aroma of dinner began to fill the house, Sefa finally walked through the door. He looked tired but relieved, and as always, his eyes lit up when he saw me. "Hey, baby, what are you cooking?" he asked, pulling me into a warm embrace and placing a tender kiss on my cheek.
I returned the kiss, my heart fluttering at the simple gesture. "Nothing extra," I said with a playful shrug.
Sefa sniffed the air, his face lighting up with recognition. "You're making kale moa," he said, clearly excited.
I nodded, a grin spreading across my face. "With coconut rice and grilled mixed vegetables," I added, knowing full well how much he enjoyed my Samoan cooking.
Sefa's eyes widened in anticipation. "Oh, let me go take a shower real quick," he said, practically rushing off. I couldn't help but laugh softly. It was always endearing to see how much he appreciated these moments.
As Sefa showered, I continued to prepare dinner, the routine movements of chopping vegetables and stirring pots feeling almost meditative. Cooking has always been a form of therapy for me—a way to unwind and show love for my family.
When Sefa finally joined me at the dinner table, he wasted no time diving into the meal. We sat down together, and as we ate, I shared the highlights of my week with him.
"Anyway, Harlem and Hako want to start playing football," I said, trying to gauge his reaction. "I know you want the boys to be a little older before they can play football, but they want to do it."
Sefa's fork paused mid-air, and I could see him deep in thought. He had always been the kind of father who weighed every decision carefully, considering not just the immediate effects but the long-term implications as well.
"I'll think about it," he said finally, a thoughtful look on his face. I could tell he was weighing the pros and cons, trying to balance his protective instincts with the boys' enthusiasm.
We continued our meal in a comfortable silence, the kind that comes from years of knowing and loving each other. It was these moments, where the hustle and bustle of daily life quieted down, that I cherished the most. They reminded me of the simple joys of family life, of shared meals and meaningful conversations.
After dinner, as we settled in for the evening, I felt a deep sense of contentment. Despite the challenges and occasional chaos, there was something profoundly satisfying about being surrounded by those I loved.
I looked over at Sefa, who was now helping the boys with their back-to-school projects, his patience and dedication shining through.
Harmony was nestled comfortably in my arms, and as I looked down at her peaceful face, I knew that these were the moments that defined our lives.
It wasn't always easy, but it was always worth it.
