Belong Together

Our Hero

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Thank you all so much for the wonderful contribution you all made in the previous chapter, by answering the questions! There were even some sympathy votes, which I found hilarious, to be honest.

It's always fun when readers interact together, and especially when they have discussions on the story.

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Hania

"Happy Birthday to the one and only love of my life." Mama gave Papa a hug, as Iman and I watched on, smiling. She kissed him, and my sister and I turned away politely.

As soon as Mama stepped back, Iman and I rushed towards him, throwing our arms around him. He laughed and wrapped his arms around both of us.

"Happy Birthday, Papa!" I had to seriously lean up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Seeing me struggle, he chuckled and leaned down to make it easier for me. I hated being short sometimes, even though Papa said that it was adorable.

"Happy Birthday, Doctor." Iman grinned. "Because without you, Appi and I wouldn't exist, and Mama would probably be married to an accountant or something."

 "I believe I was created for him." Mama smiled. "So without him, I wouldn't exist either."

"Aww. Ma Sha Allah." I pulled away and hugged my mother.

"Romancing in front of your young and impressionable daughters." Iman shook her head in disapproval. Then instantly, a wide smile appeared on her face. "Anyway, we baked a cake."

"You?" Papa looked at her, sceptically.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Iman looked offended.

"I baked the cake, and she licked the icing." Mama rolled her eyes.

"That makes more sense." Papa teasingly ruffled Iman's hair as she pouted at Mama.

The doorbell rang, and my parents exchanged a puzzled look, probably wondering who the hell had shown up at our doorstep at midnight.

"Oh, it must be Hamza!" I rushed towards the door, too excitedly, causing Iman to burst out laughing. "Shut up, Mani."

"Hania, do not open the door without checking first!" My parents called out in unison. I swear, after two decades of marriage, do people develop this talent of saying the exact same thing as their spouse, at the same time?

"Hamza?" I called out, leaning against the front door.

"No, Dracula." He replied, amusement in his voice. "I've come to taste your sweet blood." 

I pulled open the door, horrified. "Hamza!" I whispered. "My whole family can hear you!" I just knew that somewhere in his words, there was an innuendo that should remain between a husband and wife.

"Sorry I'm late." He smiled sheepishly at me.

"Nothing new."

"Hey! I can be on time." He put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer.

I shoved him away lightly, nodding my head towards the living room.

"Appi, are you alive or did a serial killer get you?" Iman sounded like she was laughing. "Or was it just the King of the vampires?"

"Iman!" Mama told her off.

I glared at Hamza, and we headed inside.

"Assalam Alaikum." Hamza greeted my parents. "I'm sorry I'm late, Uncle. Happy Birthday." He gave my father a hug.