Take off your Hijab (Rewriting)

SO STAY WITH ME✅

Dedicated to everyone who has been reading since day one you guys are the best....no this is not the end...or is it?

Third persons POV.

Amal shifted in bed, but before she could even sit up, an arm tightened around her waist, pulling her back down against a warm chest. Her brow furrowed. She frowned. Was Zach trying to squeeze the soul out of her?

"Stay with me," he muttered, his voice low and gravelly, laced with sleep.

"Zach," she whined, wiggling against his hold. "I need to go and pee."

He didn't respond, not verbally, but she watched as his lips twitched into a lazy smile, eyes still shut. Was he pretending to be half-asleep just so she wouldn't leave? Amal's annoyance warred with amusement. This man was incorrigible.

"Stay," he murmured again, his grip firm but gentle, and there it was—the hint of mischief in his tone.

Amal sighed dramatically, but her body betrayed her as her heart gave a tiny, traitorous flutter. "Okay, fine," she muttered, rolling her eyes for good measure. Experience had taught her that resisting Zach when he was like this was utterly pointless. He'd hold on and insist until she gave in.

She stilled, thinking he'd loosen his grip now that she'd agreed...

But then he moved.

His face pressed into the curve of her neck, his breath warm and steady against her skin.

Her pulse quickened, each beat hammering louder than the last. The air in the room felt heavier somehow, charged with an unspoken energy.

"Zach," she whispered, her voice faltering. "What are you—"

"You smell nice," he interrupted, his voice half-asleep but laced with something sharper, something deliberate, Was he serious right now? She craned her neck to glance at him, but he didn't meet her gaze. His face stayed buried in her neck, and she was acutely aware of how close he was. 

"Zach," she said again, more firmly this time. "I really—"

"Need to pee?" he teased, and she pushed at his arm, though her effort was half-hearted at best.

"Zach! Come on," she said louder, her voice carrying the barest hint of frustration.

"You promised to spend more time with me since you're off work this week," he murmured, his tone soft but stubborn.

She sighed, the weight of his sleepy voice pulling at her resolve. "Yes and We have the whole week. Don't be so greedy."

"And I'm your husband. It's okay for me to be greedy sometimes," he said, the hint of a smile in his voice.

Amal opened her mouth to reply, but before she could say a word, the door flew open with a bang.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"

Zach groaned, finally letting her go, and Amal sat up with a triumphant smile.

"Finally," she whispered, just for him to hear.

"This always happens," Zach muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair with a tired smile.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Amal said sweetly, ignoring Zach's grumbles as she turned her attention to the little voice now bouncing at the doorway.

Her husband shot her a look, and she couldn't help the smirk tugging at her lips.

"Deen took my action figure and my doll!" Dunya cried dramatically, her mismatched eyes—one bright blue, the other warm brown—sparkling with righteous indignation.