Part thirty two

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5 years later

"Jameel, this is all your fault."

"What did I do?"

"You've spoilt our daughter so much, that now she laughed in my face, as I tried to discipline her. Plus she said she's telling daddy."

"I didn't spoil her, and anyway even if I did, she's my princess. Can't I spoil my princess?"

"Yes, but now your princess won't listen to her mummy. This is your fault. I'm so angry at you."

Jameel went and hugged Aaliyah. "I love you too. Your my number one girl. I'll talk to her, tell her if she doesn't listen to you, I won't be her friend again." Aaliyah hugged Jameel tightly. "How did I get so lucky?" "Have some rest. I'll go talk to her." Jameel came back after a few minutes, "she's asleep. While we've got some free time, do you fancy?" Aaliyah rolled her eyes. "Any excuse for you." "Not my fault my wife is breathtakingly beautiful. I can't keep my hands off you." "You never could" said Aaliyah, as Jameel threw her on the bed, and began kissing her. Aaliyah squealed with delight, as things started hotting up.

"Ok, now I won't be angry, but what did you think you were doing? Mummy has told you not to jump on the bed."

"I'm sorry daddy"

"Do you see me or mummy jumping on our bed?"

"But daddy, I hear you and mummy jumping on the bed, every night."

Jameel looked at Aaliyah and smirked. Aaliyah felt herself blushing, and looked at the floor. They must really be loud, if their daughter could hear them thought Aaliyah.

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