Our Worlds (An Islamic story)

Home alone

Sarah POV:

My head throbbed fiercely as my eyes flew open. Where the hell am I? Oh yeah, I remember I fell on ice, stupid me!

My eyes darted to the two blurry figures looking at me. I closed my eyes again and struggled to open them again but slowly this time. 

"How long was I gone for?" I asked trying to get up but slumped back down on the bed. Why was I so weak?

"The entire day." I heard my sister's soft voice answer. I closed my eyes wearily and touched my throbbing head, why couldn't this pain just disappear?

"Ouch." I grumbled in pain, keeping my eyes closed. "My head hurts!" I felt the second unknown figure sitting beside me making the bed bob up and down. 

"How are you feeling?" I heard a familiar manly voice ask causing Hajara to creep out of the room instantly. No don't leave me!

He ran his fingers through my open hair playing with it with the tips of his fingers. "Ahh, where's my hijab and how did Hajara allow you in the room? Wheres my weapon, my beloved spoon?" I shrieked madly, quickly hiding my hair with the blanket. That's when I realized it was Benyamin, I mentally facepalmed myself for being so stupid.

"Your so funny!" My husband laughed. "Your spoon really?" He arched his eyebrows studying me.

"I meant spatula." I  corrected him with embarrassment which made him laugh even harder. 

"Seriously I would go for gun or bomb or... What will you do with a spatula in the first place?" He asked curiously, raising his brows.

"You want to see? Should I bring it and demonstrate?" 

"No thanks. I like you like this." He grinned making me blush.

"What time is it?"

"School time." He said looking at his watch.

"OMG!" I quickly got up but felt his hand grip my arms. "Hey let me me go, I need to get ready!"

"No you're not going anywhere, we are staying in bed until you feel better." He pushed my head on his lap and ran his fingers in my hair again carressing it. 

"No, what about my notes? Exam?" I asked worriedly as I relaxed under his calming grasp. 

"Like you really care?" He scoffed, pushing the strand of locks out of my face and looking at me intently, brushing his fingers on my cheeks.

"What about you? You care! You can't miss school? I don't want my kids to have an uneducated father?" I blurted out not even thinking twice about what I said. I abruptly covered my mouth after replaying my words in my head making him laugh.

"Don't worry I'll copy off from Umme Habiba's notes or my friend Josh's. Wait, you already thought about the future and our kids?" He asked flabergasted with a smirk.

"No!" I lied. "I just thought about the names for our children. Did I just say that out loud?" I smacked my head again for my stupidity. "Why can't my mouth think before it speaks?" I whined out. 

He smirked. "So what's the name?" 

"Huzaifah, if it's a boy or Safoora if its a girl." I smiled covering my beat-red face in embarrassment. 

"I love those name. I'm sure you'll be a great mom." He consoled, removing my hands from my heated face.

Yusuf knocked on the door making us both freeze. "Guys ... uh ...Benyamin stay with Sarah today but ... ahem don't do anything extra cause I don't want to be an Uncle yet." My brother in law said from outside the closed door.