Through the Dark

Chapter 13- Sweeter Than Honey

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Our life is frittered away by detail. Simplify. Simplify.
-Henry David Thoreau

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"Hi sweet." Abbas comes in smiling. Amna was reading in the study, just like always. Waiting for someone to come over or the kids to come back. She was just talking to Maman Rahma and decided to come have some rest. The woman was great company no doubt.

"Hey." She smiles back. "How was work?"

"Tiring but good. I'm finally getting somewhere with that project." He takes a seat next to her and she stretches her legs onto his.

"I told you, you just needed some inspiration." She nods.

"I'm looking right at it."

"Aha" she gasps laughing "let's not go there." She adds and he chuckles.

"Yes ma'am." he says pulling her by her legs. She sits up and her legs dangle across his. "Do you want to talk?" He asks seriously and she clears her throat, her smile dropping.

Maybe she doesn't. Yes she did want him to talk about it, but maybe she didn't want to. She shakes her head looking away from him. "Not now."

"Whenever you're ready." He adds and she hugs him resting her head on his chest and listens to his heartbeat. "Why do you like doing that?" He chuckles and she looks up at him. "Listening to my heart." He clarifies.

"It's soothing." She shrugs.

"It beats for you."

"Oh God." She groans, bowing her head. She couldn't stop laughing. She loves this side of him, as much as she would hate to admit it. "That's so sweet."

"You did say I'm sweeter than honey." He smirks. She finally stops laughing and looks up at him, he was smiling at her. "Your hair looks really good like that." He says running his hands through her hair. It was in a very messy bun. She couldn't bring herself to do anything with it this morning.

"That is literally how it's been since I woke up." She laughs. "Didn't even comb it."

"No need to. Naturally beautiful. And curly and soft." He gushes still running his hands through it.

"You should see my cousins." She points out. She did have good hair. She got it from her mom. But her cousins on her moms side were a whole other story. Their hair put hers to shame. Longer, darker, curlier, smoother. Just better in general, in her opinion.

"Yours is still better." He argues.

"Thank you." She kisses him. "Can we have some people over on Saturday?" She asks wrapping her hands around his torso and resting her chin right between his pecs.

"Sure. What people?" He asks.

"Just, Ya Shuby and Ya Salim and Farid with their wives and then Salma and Adda Shay and Abdul." She lists.

"Why not just say our siblings?" He laughs at her desire to complicate things. She simply shrugs in reply and he smiles. "And the kids?"