Broken

Chapter 68: Almost happily ever after

The morning light bathed the honeymoon suite, illuminating a naked Fatima sprawled out on the bed, her hair spilling across the pillows. Zac, with a content smile, stood by the open balcony doors, coffee in hand, as the fresh ocean breeze swept through the room. Everything felt perfect—the peaceful morning, the stunning view, and the woman he loved more than anything.

He took a sip of his coffee, eyes fixed on the ocean. Mexico was beautiful this time of year, and the suite they were in was beyond luxurious. He had opened the balcony doors to let some air in because it was hot—really hot—but the breeze was pleasant enough to make the heat bearable. As he finished his coffee, he walked back inside and placed the empty cup on the nearby table.

He stood by the bed for a moment, just admiring Fatima. She was sound asleep, looking peaceful and beautiful, her mouth slightly ajar, a habit she shared with Kamari. He smiled at the thought—it was the little things that made him love her even more. He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently, whispering, "Baby, you gotta wake up. Lana's gonna bring the girls to us any minute now."

Fatima stirred, shifting a little under the sheets, and groggily muttered, "Five more minutes..."

Zac chuckled softly, "Uh uh, last night you kept saying, 'let's go again.'" He mimicked her voice playfully, grinning as he teased her.

Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the sunlight, a smirk spreading across her lips. "And I don't regret it!" she replied, stretching languidly before sitting up.

"Good morning, my wife," Zac said, leaning down to press his lips to hers.

"Good morning, husband," she replied proudly, beaming up at him. They kissed again, and the moment felt perfect, like something out of a dream.

Zac pulled back with a satisfied grin, "Join me in the shower."

Fatima raised an eyebrow, rubbing her eyes as she let out a yawn. "Already? I just woke up."

"I know, but Lana's bringing the girls over in a bit. I don't want you looking all crazy around them," Zac teased with a chuckle, his eyes gleaming with affection.

Fatima rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. "I love you," she said softly.

Zac brushed a strand of hair out of her face and looked at her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. "I wish you knew how much I love you," he said, his voice quiet but filled with emotion.

Fatima tilted her head slightly, gazing up at him, her smile softening. "I think I have an idea," she whispered.

"Oh, do you?" Zac teased, his hands brushing her bare shoulders.

"Yes," Fatima grinned, leaning into him as she pressed her lips to his in a slow, deep kiss.

Zac groaned playfully, pulling away from the kiss with a grin. "Come on!" Without warning, he scooped her up into his arms, making her laugh as he carried her into the bathroom.

Fatima wrapped her arms around his neck, laughing as she looked up at him. "You know, you spoil me too much."

"Isn't that the whole point of this marriage?" Zac replied, his smile never fading.

He set her down in the large bathroom, which was just as luxurious as the rest of the suite. The shower was huge, surrounded by glass with a view of the ocean just beyond the balcony. Zac turned on the water, letting the steam fill the room as Fatima watched him with a playful smile.

"You know," Fatima said, stepping closer to him, "I'm starting to think you have an agenda with this whole 'shower together' thing."

Zac laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe, but can you blame me?"