Isabella POV.
Back at Mekka's house, the front door opened gently with her husband cradling Rue gently to his chest.
Mekka blushed.
“Honey, you put her to sleep?”
He nodded with a smile so pure. He puffed a little, Isam looked so proud of himself for what he had done.
“Took a lot of work but I managed.”
Mekka leaned in for a kiss on the cheek.
“I love you, baby.”
Now that I took a second look at Isam, he did look like his brother, just hairier.
Or should I have said rougher?
He had the same blue eyes, the same female and the rest, he just had some much hair to cover up that you barely saw a thing.
“We saw your brother today.”
Mekka told her husband how Esam mistook me for her and hugged me tightly.
“Things got awkward between them and I had to save the day.”
“Esam does know
