Muhammad's POV
Madeenah is walking out of the bathroom when I wake up. She's wiping her mouth and sweat from her forehead as she steps out in my shirt which has become her new pajamas.
I've been waking up to her like this for a few days now. She keeps brushing it off and telling me not to worry but it's hard not to.
"I really think we should go to the hospital." I say as I pull myself up on the bed.
She looks up at me and gives me a tight smile before crawling back into bed beside me.
"No we don't. I'm fine." She burrows under my arm, her head right under my chin.
"Why are you so against going to the hospital?" I ask. It's still early so I cover her with the blanket as we settle in bed.
She's silent for a beat too long that I think she's not going to answer but then she does. "I've been there a lot. Especially in my childhood and I guess it brings up bad memories for me." Her voice is quiet as she talks, as though she's lost in her own head.
"I'm sorry baby." I pull her into me as I imagine the type of pain she went though at her stepmother's hands. There's still a part of me that resents her father for doing nothing but she's recovering her relationship with him and I want her to be happy with that.
"It's okay. It's in the past. I'm happy and safe now."
"Are you?" She glances up at me questioningly. "Are you happy and safe?" My heart is beating fast as I wait for her answer.
She smiles softly at me. "I am. I'm in bed with my husband in a beautiful house, knowing I have a great family. And in a few seconds my baby is about to rush into this room and interrupt us."
My brows furrow in confusion but that quickly clears up when our bedroom door barges open and Inayah comes running in and jumping on the bed between us.
"How did you know?" I ask as Inayah crawls up my body, yelling my name.
"It's her routine." She says then moves off my chest to avoid being hit by Inayah as she crawls up my body.
"Daddy! Maama!" Inayah yells.
"Inayah inside voices." Madeenah says from beside me.
"Sorry." She cringes then lowers her voice into a whisper. "Daddy. Maama."
"Hi princess." I say.
"Little gremlin." Madeenah says at the same time.
"Daddy can we go to park?" Inayah asks.
"Have you finished your homework?" I ask.
"Yes." She sighs.
"And your muraja'a?" Madeenah adds.
"Yes Maama." Inayah says with a more dramatic sigh as though we are stressing her.
"Lose the attitude. Go get ready and eat breakfast then we'll go."
"Yay!" She immediately hops off me and runs out of the room, yelling Jamila's name.
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Destined Hearts
RomanceMuhammad thought of Madeenah as a child, younger than his baby sister, although way more mature. She seemed to have created a bond with his daughter and that was all that came to his mind about her. Not her smooth caramel skin, or her captivating li...
