Together Forever

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2 weeks later

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"Sumayya your husband's here!" I heard Justin shout from downstairs as I was cleaning up the last bits of my room, that was now filled with boxes.

"Coming!" I called back as I put on a hijab and left the room, going downstairs to meet him there.

It had been two weeks since the day the kids had started school and Zaid was over every single day spending time with me and the kids. Justin still hadn't completely warmed up to him yet. He never referred to him as Zaid, but said 'your husband' or 'Sumayya's husband' and they didn't have conversations either, but they weren't at each other's throats so alhamdulillah still.

"Assalamu alaykum." He said with a smile once he gave a look to Justin which made him roll his eyes and leave us alone.

"Wa alaykum salam." I answered with a grin as he leaned over and held my face in his large hands, kissing my forehead.

"The moving truck will be here in twenty minutes." Zaid said and I nodded. "Are all your boxes packed?"

"Yeah they are, alhamdulillah." I answered him. "Should we have moved them down here? To make it easier for them yani." I said but he shook his head.

"They'll be fine, inshaaAllah."

"Okay. Did you call your mum?"

"For what?" He asked with raised eyebrows as we walked upstairs.

"To ask if she needs anything? She's cooking dinner tonight, she might need help or ingredients."

"Halima is there to help her and she can walk to the shops. It's fine."

"Give me your phone." I muttered.

"Sum..."

"Zaid."

He sighed, sticking his hand into his pocket and taking out his phone, placing it in my hand.

"What's your passcode?" I asked him.

"Your birthday." He answered casually as he looked around the boxes.

My lips parted as I stared at his back as he walked between the boxes, one of his hands in his pocket and his stance strong.

"You didn't change it?" I asked him.

"Nope. Never." He answered, turning around to face me and furrowing his eyebrows once he saw my expression. "Wait...you're actually shocked?" He scoffed with a small smile.

"Well, I mean, yeah..." I said with a shake of my head as I unlocked the phone and went onto his contacts to call his mum.

"I don't understand why you're surprised. Do you still not realize I never stopped loving you?" He asked me.

I sighed. "It's not that." I said simply as I took the phone to my ear. "And I'm surprised, but it made me happy." I added with a grin, making him smirk and then smile. I liked his smile more. But his smirk was just as attractive.

MashaaAllah.

"Did it?" He asked. He thrived off my compliments. Always. Even before when we were first married, every time I complimented him, he would make me repeat it and I'd gladly to so because making him happy made me happy.

"It did." I smiled right before mama answered the phone.

"Assalamu alaykum habibi." She said.