The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

The Aftermath

    I throw on a classy but casual dark blue dress with a long golden zipper running down my back. I add golden jeggings since the dress covers mostly everything and a gold hijab, along with an oversized gold coloured ring and some casual and nude makeup. Adding with my black stylish coat and gold purse, we are all set. Amir wears a blue and red striped button down and jeans. He's looking hot as hell, as usual, no effort needed.

Last night we both said some harsh things, but I'm thankful for the way it ended. I'm not sure if he fully gave in and isn't going to file a divorce, but I'm sure he's halfway there and I'm a really good convincer.

We haven't really talked about what happened last night. He's almost pretending it didn't happen, and I'm not surprised. He's not good with confrontations. Especially after everything that he's admitted last night - caring about me as much as I do about him.

I don't mind that he's not being any different or talking about it. I give him his time.

I'm just so awfully happy I didn't get rejected and he's found a place for me in his heart, somehow. Thank the lord. Alhamdulillah.

"Ready?" He asks, a strand hair falling into his eyes that he wasn't able to gel back. He blows at it, frustrated. "This little f*ck won't stop," he mutters. I can't help but let my smile form as I take his arm and lead him downstairs. He helps me down, knowing how heavy these two little ones in my belly are on me.

"Yeah, I'm ready. Just seems that someone is not." I add, amused, watching Amir's frustrated hands try to stick the strand back into place. To me, to be honest, the strand is a perfect imperfection and it just makes Amir seem more real than he looks. What I mean by this, is, he's so handsome it begins to feel unreal, and the one thing out of place makes him seem more real. I like it about him.

Amir seems to notice me staring, or, admiring, and he looks up, his gorgeously blue marbles meeting my ordinary hazel ones. "Like what you see?" He winks, biting his lip and leaving on the doorframe of the front door.

It takes all the effort in me to slap him playfully. He really knows how to get my insides turning and every inch of my body yearning for his touch.

Past experiences, duh. As I realize this, a jealous pang is sent out to my heart. The image of him flirting with any woman other than me clenches my heart and awakes a very dangerous emotion inside of me; or a swirl of them; jealousy and hate and regret. I push my thoughts to the back of my mind. Stop it, Annie. I command myself.

"I think we should get going now." I tell Amir. He nods in agreement.

      It's around 1 pm when we get there , and I smile at the welcoming building of huge ikea. A place I used to love and do love to this day.

But now I'm here with my husband.

Who isn't really my husband. To be honest, I don't know what he is. I almost confessed my love to him, but he didn't. So I don't know what to feel. He cares about me and said the moments we shared meant the world to him, and that's more than enough for me right now. Amir Khan even admitting that is enough to put a smile on my face for the rest of my life.

I smile at the man standing beside me.

    We go up to the floor we like, browsing on baby cribs and as always, I grab those wooden pencils and a pamphlet. Ahh.. Good old times.

     We walk by several cribs but none catches our attention. Then I see a black crib that is a double crib, for twins! It has little toys hanging from the top of it that if you press them there's a lullaby tune. It's super cute and will match the room, so we decide to purchase it.