When Two Become One- ONE SHOTS

4- Reema

REEMA

I glanced over at my son, Omar, and smiled when I saw my husband holding his hand as he walked down the hall. He grinned at me and then picked Omar up, quickening his approach.

"Hey." His breath fanned over my neck and I sighed. "Look who's back, Omi," he said looking at Omar. He then looked back at me and leaned in closer to kiss me. "Well we started making dinner already so you're just in time."

He handed Omar over to me when he heard the two girls fighting in the kitchen. He quickly pecked my lips before rushing over to them. It was always the same thing with them. Zainab always wanted to play with Sarah but Sarah was at the stage where she didn't want to hang around with her little sister. It was quite unfortunate really because just a year ago they were inseparable.

Mohammad sighed as he walked back to me, interrupting the one sided conversation I was having with Omar. Omar must have been tired because he usually spoke to me when I came back.

"Oh don't worry about that, babe," Mohammad said with a smile when he noticed my frown. "He just hasn't had his nap yet. You know how he is. Speak all goddamn day but as soon as he is tired he shuts up." He kissed me again and took Omar off me, allowing me to take off my shoes. "You okay? You seem upset."

I shook my head with a laugh. "Just tired, honey." I gently put a hand on his cheek and then kissed his temple. It was always something I did to reassure him I was okay. The only thing that calmed him down. "I'm just going to go and get changed and come down and help. Want me to put him to bed?"

"It's okay. I'll put him to sleep down here so if he cries we will be able to hear." I made my way to the stairs but he pulled me back. "You sure nothing is wrong? You know you can talk to me, babe. We don't keep anything from each other, right?"

"Mohammad, I'm fine," I said softly. I stepped down from the one step and pressed my lips softly against his. He gave me a small smile before kissing the top of my head.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

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By the time I had gotten down, Mohammad had already put Omar to sleep on the sofa. He made sure to leave the door open so we would be able to hear him if he did cry. The girls were arguing again when I got to the kitchen but stopped when they saw me and attacked me with a hug. I laughed as I wrapped my arms around my two girls. My kids made everything better.

"Mummy, did you buy me something?" Zainab asked. I glanced over at Mohammad who cursed loudly before rushing over to the tap and turning on the cold water. I gently pushed the girls aside before walking over to him. I put a hand on his shoulder and he sighed as he took his hand away from cold running water.

"Hey," I said softly. "What did you do now?" He gave me a small smile before taking out the burn cream from the draw. Mohammad was a very talented cook but he always had the tendency to burn himself or cut himself whilst in the kitchen. And I mean always. He once managed to cut himself with the eggshell when baking a cake.

"I forgot the pan was hot and went to go and grab it. I'm sorry, I'm always doing something like this."

"Don't apologise, its you that gets hurt. Does it hurt a lot?" I asked as I dried his hand before putting the cream on. He hissed but made no other noise. To ease his pain, I gently blew on his hand as I put some more cream on it. "You've had worse."

"Way to make me feel better, Reema." He wrapped his good arm around me and smiled. "Thank you for saving the damsel in distress," he said with a smirk. "How ever can I repay you?"