Bonus Chapter 2

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"Hand in Hand, to the Beach"

"Hand in Hand, to the Beach"

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Some years later

My hand reached to the other side of the bed, finding it cold and empty. I closed my eyes tightly feeling the sun rays fall over my eyelids as they announced their arrival.

Groaning, I turned on my back. Fluttering my lids open, the bright room greeted me making me sit up. Casting my eyes at the large balcony windows and glass walls, a smile easily fell across my face.

The sea waves crashing against the shore becoming a melodious background music to my ears. The bright sun rays illuminating the large room.

The smell of sea and warm sand spreading all around the large suite.

Falling back on the soft mattress, I snuggled into the pillow. Sleep slowly trying to hypnotise each of my body fiber. Just as I closed my eyes, the balcony door opened.

Turning on my side, I narrowed my grey eyes at the man. My husband walked in with Amaan on his back, probably getting a piggy ride.

" Hey"
Arsalan said, a grin falling across his features making him look boyish in the early morning rays.

" Hi" I said. Amaan grinned behind his father's back.

" Mommy"

The four year old said waving at me brightly. Blowing a kiss his way, I sat up.

" Where had you two gone in the early morning?" I asked curling my hair in a messy bun.

" Nowhere, we just walked around the beach and had breakfast." Arsalan said as he winked at me, making me throw him a playful glare.

Coming to my side of bed, he pecked my head and my forehead. I groaned as he kissed the corner of my mouth.

" Uff, I haven't brushed yet." I pushed him away lightly. He chuckled before saying,

" Amaan, what say, let's tickle mama."

" No."

I warned them but just as Arsalan let Amaan on the bed, I was a laughing mess as the little chubby boy tickled me with his fingers.

With much difficulty I managed to get out of bed. Making a messy bun over my head, I glared at the two handsome men of my life that lay there relaxing on the bed.

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