Give Me Love [sequel to "love comes afterwards"]

Epilogue

When I look into your eyes

It's like watching the night sky

Or a beautiful sunrise

Well, there's so much they hold

And just like them old stars

I see that you've come so far

To be right where you are

How old is your soul?

jason mraz- I won't give up

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*TEN YEARS LATER*

Hana's (p.o.v)

"MUM!" I heard farida shout from her room , I was in th kitchen cooking dinner , our little two years old ziad was sitting on his baby chair eating chocolate , we have another two children , zayn wanted to have a big family , we have a diana who is nine years old and hamza who is 6 years old.

"yeah farida?" I said as my almost fourteen year old daughter entered the kitchen with an angry face.

"it's your husband" she shouted.

"don't call him like that again young lady! do you understand me?" I yelled at her , she rolled her eyes but nodded anyway.

"I was speaking to one of my friends when he came in the room and took the phone from me and screamed at him for no reason!"she yelled throwing her hands in the air , him?hmm.

"it's him? so you were talking to a boy on the phone right?" I asked her with a teasing tone , she blushed red.

"yes , why does it even matter? he embarrassed me infront of him!" she said still blushing.

"he is your boyfriend?" I asked smiling lightly.

"MUM! No , we are......just friends" she said fiddling with her fingers nervously.

"do you like him?" I asked her , she blushed and smiled lightly , aww my daughter is in love already!.

"umm well...he asked me on a date today" she said , she ignored my question but I know that she likes him.

"honey , that's fantastic! " I said grapping her hand in mine , she smiled then she frowned.

"he probably changed his mind when dad screamed at him" she said frowning , I sighed.

"I will talk to him , you know...your dad gets a little protective sometimes" I said , she nodded and went upstairs to her room , I picked up ziad from his chair and sat him on the kitchen counter.

"my baby boy is messy" I said in a baby voice and tickling his belly , he laughed , his face and hands were filled with chocolate , I cleaned him up and took upstairs to mine and zayn's room , I found zayn sitting on our bed with a pen and paper.

"what are you doing?" I asked him , ziad went and sat beside zayn , ziad was a mini version of zayn , the black hair , tanned skin and the hazel eyes , diana looked like me , the pale skin , brown hair and brown eyes but hamza looked like farida , he and farida are mix of me and zayn , they both have my pale skin and my brown hair but they have zayn's eyes.

"writing a song" he said ,zayn took ziad on his lap and begain to blow raspberries on his stomach , ziad laughed and pulled zayn's hair.

"zayn?" I said , zayn raised his head smiling with his tongue between his teeth.

"yes honey?" he said .

"why did you scream at the boy that farida was talking to?" I asked him , his smile fell from his face and was replaced by an angry expression.