Married To You?

I'm Not Edward

Once we had got in, the three idiots weren't anywhere to be seen, so they were probably already cosy in bed, oh my Allah, they left us two alone.

I walked a little behind Qasim, following him, "Do you want anything to eat or drink?"

"No. I'm okay."

Once we got to the stairs, he was about to go up and to be honest so was I but now sleep wasn't running through my brain but me saying the three words to him was oozing through my brain and into each and every vein, begging me to tell him.

So...

I sat down on the stairs, Qasim stopped and turned to see where I was and sat next to me.

It was now or never.

We were both fully-grown adults sharing one normal sized stair, so yeah we were crammed together!

"Qasim..." I softly whispered, terrified of saying it but needing to say it.

"Yeah?" he responded in a tone as soft as my voice.

I LOVE YOU! It wasn't that hard to say it, I say it to everyone else so easily, why is it so hard to say it to the man who I'm going to live with forever -In Sha Allah- and to the man who himself said wanted to see my face every morning.

"I... I..." I stammered out, "I love you!" I blurted out whispering, digging my face into my hands so I didn't have to hear his rejection and to hide my face from him.

"What?" He said softly, sounding genuinely confused.

Great, I had the guts to say it but he didn't hear me, this is a sign, I shouldn't say anything at all.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing!" I chimed.

"Khadijah..." He groaned, probably pissed off with my childish antics.

"Nothing okay, just drop it." I complained.

"I just said something stupid," I confessed, "now I don't wanna repeat it again!"

"Just say it, who cares if it's stupid, I'll say something stupid too!" he assured me.

"Fine," I groaned," I said I...... I...love you!"

"That's..." he whispered, "not stupid..."

He shifted a little moving my head so he could look me in the eye, no doubt to say he doesn't feel the same and this wedding was a compromise, but his gorgeous hazel eyes didn't have the slightest hint of rejection but happiness and love.

"Khadijah..." he voice whispered, "I love you too, and always will In Sha Allah!!"

These few words stopped my heartbeat for a few seconds and then almost frantically my heart beat sped up as the words slowly processed in my mind warming each and every bit of me.

His face was smack-bang in front of me, there was absolutely minimal space between our faces, our breaths mingling together in the cold air of the stairway.

He kissed my forehead and then moved back to his previous position.

His arm aligned with mine, our knees touching each other as we basked in our feelings. Yes, overall it was an adorable moment.

We stayed sitting besides each other like that for only Allah knows how long.

"Come on, you've got to go sleep now."

I just feebly nodded, quite content with the arm I was leaning on, it substituted as a very good pillow.

Slowly, very very slowly we made our way upstairs, he told me that whilst I was asleep in the car, they had discussed where everyone was sleeping and it seems as if the two girlies ditched me as they wanted to sleep together in Aneesah's room so I ended up in Qas- my future room alone of course, the two men would be sharing Abid's room for this night.

I didn't mind but I would be too wired up to be tired,the room would probably smell like him.

Once we reached a brown wooden door, honestly all the doors are brown and wooden but describing his room door seems more sophisticated *grinning*, he opened the door and pulled me in.

He switched the light on, his room theme was chocolate brown and cream, his wardrobes were made of a chocolate brown wood with an intricate cream design on the corners of each door, his bed-side drawer was a replica of his wardrobe, his bed was done with cream bed covers, honestly I was expecting a chocolate on his pillows as the room looked like a hotels' minus the fact that there were clothes thrown with a laptop case in the midst of it on a brown leather futon in the corner of the room.

"Do you want some clothes for bed?" He asked me while I made myself comfortable on the bed while gazing at his room- my room soon.

"Huh? No, no it's okay."

"Khadijah, just let me get something!" he mumbled while turning to his wardrobe.

Sitting on the bed, I stared at his back muscles as he rummaged for clothes for me, He had a muscly back.

Turning back around, he held shorts out and a hoodie. Scratching the back of his neck with red dusted across his face, "The shorts will probably reach your knees, you're shorter than me and when you wake up, text me I'll send Aneesah with some decent clothes for you."

"Let me just get my clothes and go then you can get changed and go sleep." He mumbled, embarrassed, "Uhm, don't come out with these clothes on, if you need something text me or the girls, I'd rather be the only man seeing you dressed like this."

I smiled, happy that he was protective of me and of the fact that he respected me enough to want to prevent people even if they were his brother and dad from seeing the things I've being hiding for that one man.

He was that one man and he was the one who told me to wait for him to get out and then get changed preventing himself from seeing me in shorts and he's my husband, it shows how much respect he has for me and for women, overall.

This just increases the love I have for him immensely.

He had turned back around facing the wardrobe, once I took hold of the clothes, probably getting clothes for himself.

Once he got his clothes, he sat on the bed next to me, taking his shoes and socks off and grabbing some slippers from under the bed, "Goodnight!"

"Night" I replied in a sleepy tone.

He was still sitting next to me and I was exhausted so I rested my head on his shoulder, my eyes drooping shut, "Khadijah, get changed first."

"Huh? Yeah yeah, ok. Get up change clothes, I will I will." I mumbled into his shirt.

Slowly, I moved my head off his shoulder allowing him to stand up, "Goodnight Khadijah, I love you!"

He bent a little, kissed my forehead and then walked out of hi-our room.

That wasn't fair, he can't say the three words whenever he wanted cause if he did I'd die of a heart attack.

Once he had gone and the door was shut, I stood up and made my way to our en suite bathroom, changing my clothes, his shorts reached just past my knees and his hoodie was quite big, like really big. Washing my face, I took my scarf off and opened my hair, combing through it with my fingers.

Getting into his bed with my phone placed on the bedside table, his body smell with Lynx attacked my nose. Pure perfection!!!

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My sleep was amazing, I felt guilty because Qasim and Abid had to share a bed, they're both tall, and that must hurt!

Waking up in Qas-my future bed was a bit weird because it made the time for me to come here feel shorter as I was already here but I didn't have any weird thoughts like I'm not meant to be here. I felt like that was where I'm supposed to be every morning and every night.

I read Fajr and went back to sleep setting an alarm for 8 o'clock, I didn't want to sleep in too late so aunty Halima thought I was lazy which I am but, ya know a girl's gotta work.

Morning

Uhh, its 8 o'clock and I'm up and ready in the clothes I wore the day before, should I go downstairs or not? What if they're all sleeping?

Oh well, I'm up so I can just go downstairs, if they're not awake, I'll wait.

Sitting in the living room was just plain weird, like imagine, you're sitting in the room you're going to be seeing for a long period of your life, you might even have to see some of your children growing up, messing around in that room... I know, I know, I'm a weirdo.

The room had cream leather sofas, two three-seaters and one single-seater, one cream wooden table with some intricate design carved onto the legs. The floor was brown wood but they had a warm fuzzy maroon carpet, makes me wanna take my shoes off and feel it.

"Morning."

"Oh s**t, morning!"

"What, did you get scared?"

"What do you think, moron?"

"Awwh, I thought my sister-in-laws some tough gal!"

"Ha-ha, funny!"

Abid was awake; he could help me do something...

"Right, come on!" I ordered, as he had made his way to a sofa and had pulled out the remote.

"Where?" He moaned.

"Kitchen" I ordered.

He got up annoyingly slowly and made his way to the kitchen leading me in, "So what do you guys have for breakfast?"

"You're making breakfast?"

"No, I'm just asking for fun!!"

"Yeah yeah, I don't know, are you making it for everybody?"

"Oh my god, Abid, wake up, of course I'm making it for everybody!"

"Okay okay, uhm, my mum and dad have Weetabix with tea, me and Aneesah have French toast with a cup of tea and your husband has porridge with orange juice..."

"Okay, show me where everything is oh and when are they waking up?"

"They wake up around 10 o'clock."

"So how come you're awake?"

"I heard you tiptoe your way downstairs, thought I'd give you company." He mumbled, grinning.

"Awwh, that's cute and nice, thank you!" I teased.

Abid showed me where everything was -and I mean everything- because, I quote, "You need to learn, otherwise you're never going to be able to do any work if you don't know where things are ..."

Once I had made everything while Abid just sat at one of the counter chairs trying to be helpful but nodded off any-ways.

I had eaten my breakfast, Wheetos, yummy chocolate cereal and was washing the used dishes when I heard one of the bedroom doors shut...

"Morning, Khadijah!" Aunty Halima had entered the kitchen, she was confused as to what I was doing but then she saw the breakfast items and smiled, walking up to me she hugged me, "Oh, sweetheart you didn't have to do that!"

"It's okay, I was bored anyway, is uncle coming down?"

"Yeah, he is and don't call us uncle and aunty, you're like our daughter so you can call us mum and dad."

"Thank you" I hugged her.

"Morning people."

"Morning unc-dad!"

"Yeah, that's right and morning sweetheart, did you have fun yesterday, none of the boys gave you trouble?"

"Yeah, I had fun and no none of the boys gave me trouble." I laughed.

I was sure at that moment my face was blushing like mad because yes, your son did give me trouble but, you just might not wanna know.

"That's good, ok me and yo mamma are gonna go get our flirt on while we eat our breakfast so, bye-bye!" Uncle teased, winking at Aunty who in turn blushed, slapped his arm and walked out with their breakfasts in her hand.

Uncle followed, while I was standing there shell-shocked, do they really think of me as their daughter?

"Uhh, you might wanna go wake them girlies up and Qasim cause I ain't moving!"Groaned Abid, his head lolling back in the man-made nest of his arms.

"You go wake Qasim up, go on." I urged, I didn't wanna wake him up, I felt shy, I did just fall asleep in HIS clothes.

"Ohh, just go, you're his wife any-ways, it's just all the typical Asian s**t stopping you, just go man!" He said in quite a strict tone, well strict enough from a man falling asleep in Spiderman night-clothes.

"Okay, okay, oh by the way Spiderman, stay awake, your breakfast's made as well." I teased.

He just batted his hand at me in response.

I just smiled and walked off, up the stairs, oh crap, I don't know where exactly Abid's room is, oh well trial and improvement!

Opening the closest door to me, it wasn't his room but it was Aneesah's room, they were actually awake, talking to each other, when they saw me they smiled but I frowned, they ditched me.

"Morning." Yawned the two.

"Yeah, yeah, breakfasts ready, come downstairs and have it, Aneesah pull out some clothes for me and byee, I'm going to do something!" I quickly mumbled, rushing out the room.

I don't know why but I now wanted to wake Qasim up, I wanted to be the first thing he sees and because he's sleepy, I'll get his most honest reaction.

The correct room this time, I opened the door and closed it behind me, walking closer to the bed where a lump of something was, clearly Qasim.

I walked up towards the bed, sitting down next to him, my hip aligned with his head; I didn't want to wake him up so I stayed watching him, watching his chest move up and down at a serene pace.

He was wearing a grey vest and the duvet was covering the rest of him, the room was pretty cool, same design as Qa-our room except Abid's room was blue with cream not chocolate brown, and he seemed much more messy than Qasim.

He moved his head a little, his hair teasing his forehead, my impulsive side forcing me to move his hair out the way.

Using my hand, I moved his hair out of the way, "Qasim..." I whispered.

"Uhh, hmm!" He groaned.

"Qasim, get up please." I pleaded.

I felt like bloody Edward looking at Bella in Twilight. I don't need those cliché moments in my life, thank you!

I poked his cheek, causing him to groan but I didn't stop.

I stayed poking his cheek, forcing him to eventually open his eyes; he smiled as soon as he saw me.

"Morning, beautiful." He whispered in his oh so dreamy morning voice.

"Erm, morning... Can you get up please?”