P.s sorry if somtimes the names are misspelled i have trouble with that sometimes.
Daline sank deeper into the warmth of the blankets, her body heavy with the comfort of the moment. The soft hum of the world outside seemed so far away, and for once, there was no urgency to rush or move. The quiet, peaceful stillness wrapped around her like a protective cocoon. Her mind lingered on Isahe—on their shared glances and the subtle warmth of unspoken connection between them. There was something beautiful about not yet knowing what came next. The uncertainty felt like a space to breathe, to just be.
The sheets rustled slightly as Daline shifted, her gaze wandering toward the window, but she made no move to rise. The sun was still low, casting soft golden light across the room. It was too early, too perfect a moment to interrupt. Whatever tomorrow brought could wait. Tonight, and perhaps even today, was hers to hold. She tucked her head further into the pillow, letting the quiet stretch on. It wasn't a time for decisions, not yet. It was a time for stillness. For peace.
Zay, moving with quiet care, picked Daline up and cradled her in his arms. Her body was soft and limp with sleep, her face still peaceful, free from the weight of the waking world. The gentle press of her against him was grounding, the rhythm of her breathing slow and steady, like the calm before a storm. His footsteps were almost silent as he carried her toward the makeoom, the room filled with muted light from the windows.
Inside, Zeda was waiting, her eyes lighting up with surprise when she saw Zay enter. She tilted her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Aw, let me take a photo," she said, her voice warm and teasing. Zay didn't protest, allowing the moment to be captured—the soft image of him holding Daline, the vulnerability of sleep etched across her features. The stillness felt sacred, like the quiet bond of friendship and family held in this one simple act.
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Zeda snapped the photo quickly, then turned to Zay with a soft nod. "You can put her down now," she said.
Gently, Zay placed Daline into the chair, her body still heavy with sleep. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, making sure she was comfortable before stepping back. The quiet of the room seemed to deepen after he left, and Daline remained unaware of the soft moments unfolding around her.
Moments later, Zeda leaned down, her voice soft but insistent. "Baba, wake up," she whispered.
Daline's eyelids fluttered, her consciousness slowly returning. The haze of sleep lifted just enough for her to make out Zeda's gentle call, and then the familiar, comforting scent of coffee reached her nose. Her senses gradually sharpened, the warmth of the room blending with the warmth of the drink being offered to her.
Zay returned, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, and placed it carefully in front of her. "Good morning," he said, his voice quiet, as though unsure of the moment.
Daline blinked a few times, still disoriented but comforted by the calm around her. She slowly sat up, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment before she reached for the coffee. The familiar warmth of the cup in her hands anchored her fully back to the present. "Thank you," she murmured, a small smile tugging at her lips as she took the first sip, feeling the rich bitterness of the coffee spread through her senses.
