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Life works in mysterious ways. King Patterson never really thought about life in depth. He did not care much for his future. He did not plan. There was no use. He would be six feet under today, tomorrow or the day after that. He took each day as...
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- KING'S POV -
"Okay, King, tell me honestly is this okay? Or does it make me look fat?"
"You look perfect, baby."
"King!" She whined. "You're not even looking!"
Crap. I cleared my throat, locking my phone and putting it on the couch before sitting up straight to look at her and her outfit...and her jeans? "Baby, why are you wearing jeans?"
"Because, it's your dad and Nadia coming over, King."
"Oh my god." I rubbed my forehead. "You can wear home clothes, love. Be comfortable. Do you see me dressing up?" I scoffed, gesturing to my adidas sweatpants and my red hoodie.
"No, but I have to be a little presentable at least."
"You look good." I smiled at her.
She frowned. "Now you've made me question the jeans. Is it like trying too hard?"
This woman would kill me one day with her overthinking and self-doubting. She failed to realise, to this day, that she would look perfect wearing a potato sack and alongside that, my dad wasn't the same man he was a couple of years ago. Alhamdulillah, he had warmed up to the idea of A'ishah and even if he judged her wearing joggers and a sweatshirt, I knew he wouldn't say anything to her directly.
"Maybe a dress. I have one I can wear." She said, not letting me protest before she took off down the hall and into our bedroom.
I extended my legs back onto the coffee table and leaned back, picking my phone back up right as I got a message from Ahmad.
Ahmad- Assalamu alaykum akhi. Quick update. The fundraiser we have for Yemen is going to be brought a month closer because it clashes with masjid renovation. I need your help tomorrow with a few brothers to do planning and task delegation ASAP. Are you good to come masjid?
Tomorrow was Sunday and although Sunday's were reserved for A'ishah and I, I knew that she would have no problem in me leaving for a few hours, especially to plan the fundraiser.
Me- Wa alaykum salam akhi. Should be fine. I'll confirm in a few hours inshaaAllah. What time?
Ahmad- Cool. InshaAllah at 2pm.
"Here, look. Is this better? It's more homey."
I turned around, my eyes gliding up and down, following the white loose material of the dress she wore, little black polka dots detailing the entirety of it. I grinned widely.
I very much liked this dress.
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"That's perfect, habibti. You make it look so good." I dropped my phone and stood up to approach her, pressing my palms flat against her baby bump and caressing it softly while placing a kiss onto her forehead. "Allahumma barik. You look amazing."
