Amaar

Chapter 5

We were attacked by paparazzi immediately after we stepped out. I guess my hubby's famous. They began shoving camera in our faces, throwing multi questions at us.
"Queen Zaik, are you alright?"
"Is the baby alright?"
"Have you thought of a name?"
"What happened to your car breaks?"
"Is it true that someone's trying to kill you?"
"Why were you driving alone?"
A guy dressed in all black, pushed them away and led us to a grey Chevrolet. Amaar walked towards the passenger's seat and opened the door for me. I stepped in and he closed the door, before jogging to the other side, and taking the driver's seat. He turned on the ignition and the car roared the life. I let out a sigh and relaxed.
"How did the public find out about the baby?" He laughed nervously.
"Kinda my fault." He scratched the back of his neck with one hand, while the other one gripped the steering wheel hard. I rolled my eyes, not even wanting to know.
"It was an accident."
"I bet it was." I said, my eyes dripping with sarcasm. He opened his mouth to reply, but I cut him off.
"How many month in is it, anyways?" He raised his brows in confusion.
"The baby." I said like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh, just one month, three weeks." I nodded, before we sat down in silence. When we arrived to the house, I let out a gasp. I just couldn't say anything. It was huge.

Amaar chuckled at my surprise.
"This feels like the day we got married. You were all shocked."
"Come on, let's go in." We went inside and he dropped the duffel in the living room, before leading me to the me to the dinning table, where there was a maid serving is food.

He pulled a chair back for me, before taking a seat next to me. I grabbed a fork and dug into my spaghetti and meatballs, while Amaar opened a cookie jar that was filled with dark chocolate chip cookies. He pulled one out and took a bite.
"Uhm, aren't you gonna eat?"
"I am eating." I raised my brow.
"I mean real food dude." He rolled his eyes dramatically. "You eat your food and I eat mine."
"How rude of you to say that to me, you inconsiderate pest."
"And I'm the rude one, she says." He muttered under his breath. I rolled my eyes, before silence overshadowed the room.
Amaar's phone began to ring.
"Wa'alaikumu Assalam.......of course.... what do you mean they wanna break the deal?........ Schedule? Who cares about a damned schedule.......Well you can tell them the deal is off, not like it's benefiting me or anything." He sighed. "Yeah, OK. I'll take over tomorrow. Send me the files right away." He pinched the bridge of his nose, before hanging up.
"You seem frustrated."
"Frustration is not the word. Stressed, tired, worn out, annoyed seems more like it. I haven't been to work for just two weeks and they can't handle the office." He rolled his eyes before picking his cookie jar.
"Are done so I can show you our room?" I laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"You kinda remind me of a child, you know, the was you're holding that cookie jar like it's your most priced possession."
"It's not. But whatever, let's go."
"Wait, our room like we're sharing one?" He made a duh sound, picked the duffel, before leading me up the stairs. We took a few, scratch that, a lot of turns before reaching a huge, brown mahogany door. He opened the door and gestured me to come inside. The smell of cologne was faint and the room was neat, if you overlook the unmade bed and Amaar's clothes that are all over the place. Literally!
"You seem neat." I said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes at me and threw the duffel on the floor. How mature!
"Well sorry I was busy worrying my wife was gonna die." I felt a little guilty for that.
"Sorry."
"It's not your fault." He smiled. "I'm gonna take a shower." He said, before keeping the jar on the side table and strolling to the door, which I assume is the bathroom. After he was gone, I sighed, before looking through different piles of his clothes. I threw the dirty ones in one corner, and fold the others, before opening the walk-in closet. Amaar's clothes were messy on the right side, while my clothes were neatly stacked on the left. I neatly placed his on his side, before arranging his clothes, his cologne, hitting me hard on the face. After I was done, I made the bed, before sitting on it. I opened the jar and picked a cookie, before noticing Amaar's phone. I picked it and started going through his contacts because it was the first thing I saw when I pressed the power button. I typed my name to see what he saved.
Contact not found
I frowned, before checking zee. I saw three contacts named zee, all with my picture, and smiled. I then decided to go to photos. The first pic that popped up was a duck selfie with Amaar and I. The second one was a picture of him in a grey tuxedo and a blue tie, with me wearing a grey abaya with stones all over it and a blue hijab with matching heels. I was laughing at something he said. The next few pictures were me in the kitchen covered in flour, me in the game room playing mortal combat, me in our room doing my make up. And then a video of me wearing a blue tank top with black skinny jeans, dancing to party by Chris brown.
"Stop recording me Halu, I'm trying to dance here." I said in the video.
"Just dance zee, i wanna show our kids this video just so they know if they come out dorks, it was your fault." Amaar laughed.
"Haha, so not funny. Ignore this idiot kids, your mama is a rock star!"
"My rockstar." He smiled, giving me a peck on the cheek. "Now say you're in love." He cooed.
"I'm In love!!!"
"In love with ma self." I laughed before the video ended. I laughed at the video. I wish I can remember all these lovely memories.
"I wish you could too." Amaar said making me realised I said that out loud. I chuckled before turning around. My cheeks heated up and I quickly averted my gaze somewhere as he was only wearing a towel wrapped loosely round his waist. He rolled his eyes and smile, before walking into the closet. He came out wearing grey sweats and a black shirt. "Thanks for fixing my clothes." I shrugged. "No probs. Can you put those in the laundry bin?" I pointed at the like of dirty clothes. He nodded, before disappearing with them into the bathroom. When he came out, he was starring at me like I did something wrong.
"How could you?" I blinked my eyes rapidly.
"How could I what?"
"I trusted you, how could you?!"
"W-What?"
"You ate my cookies. How dare you?" It took me a few seconds to register what he just said. "So not funny." I glared at him. He simply smirked, before taking the cookie in my hand and popping it in his mouth. "Jerk." He just laughed and sticked his tongue at me. "Go take a shower, you stink like a pig."
"I'm your pig." I said sarcastically, before going into the bathroom. After a hot steamy shower, I wrapped a white fluffy towel, around myself, before stepping out and into the closet. I threw on a brown tank top with a loose yellow polka dot pants. I came out and took a seat on the bed and yawned.
"I'm sleepy."
"No kidding Sherlock." Amaar replied sarcastically. I rolled my eyes at him, before turning on the AC with remote. I pulled the cover over my body as Amaar grabbed his cookie jar.
"I'm gonna get some work done." He smiled, pecking my cheek, leaving the place his lips touched, warm. He turned the lights off.
"Goodnight Zee."
"Night." I mumbled, before he closed the door.

Salam readers. What about that? Also, I beat my record cuz this is the longest chapter and I already have the draft of chapter 6, in my head. Don't worry, I will get it typed by tomorrow Insha Allah. Bye!