Married To You?

Miss To Mrs Qasim

I woke up to a kick in my leg making me groan, this guy is worse than Haleena. I pushed him away rolling out of bed, cringing at the nightclothes I had on thanks to Aneesah's humor, I was wearing a My Little Pony onesie God knows why she thinks I would like this or maybe that was the point.

I smiled as I remembered how we spent our first night together.We had no restrictions, no rules and yet Qasim planned for us to relax and unwind after a long day.

I was the first to tap out of their nightlong debate of whether Prison Break was better compared to Breaking Bad and honestly there was no debate, Prison Break was obviously much better, Abid agreed with me and the other two went for the obviously boring season. I was exhausted as I kept dozing off in the conversation yawning so I gladly bid them all a goodnight as I basically crawled up the stairs!! What? It was three am, I was knackered..

Once I got into our bedroom I went rummaging in my wardrobe looking for some clothes that would suffice as night-clothes and I found a onesie that was stuffed in the corner. At first I threw it back in the wardrobe adamant I wasn't wearing something so embarrassing.. but after coming to terms with the fact that my suitcases are in Abid's car boot and his car was safely parked in the garage and also.. IT WAS THREE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

I just rolled my eyes at Aneesah's choice of clothing and trudged in the bathroom to get changed, wash my face and brush my teeth.. You know all that nightly business. I tried my best to get the makeup of my face which I got tired of once I had rubbed the mascara into my skin making me look like a panda in a blue onesie. Wipes.. I needed wipes! Once I had just got to work on the makeup with the Dove's men's face wash that was in the bathroom because obviously there wouldn't be any makeup removal wipes in Qasim's bedroom.

As soon as I was done I jumped into bed with my phone,you know that state of sleep you catch yourself in where you're so sleepy but as soon as you've moved a finger you're wide awake, yes that was me as I played Flappy Bird in my embarrassing onesie wrapped in the duvet.

Qasim came in ten minutes after I lost the first and last match of 8 ball pool I played for the night, he went straight into the bathroom with his clothes. He was out in less than 5 minutes, he was wearing black Nike jogging bottoms and a simple black t-shirt. Smiling at me as he placed his clothes on top of mine on the futon. The pile of clothes has only increased since I've got here..

He didn't say anything as he wandered around the room looking for something, I didn't know what so I left it to him because most likely I didn't know where it was. Five minutes and a lot of muttering later he came to the bed with the laptop and charger, as he plugged the laptop in he turned to me waiting for it to load, “Hello”

“Hi” I muttered too involved in yet another of game of Flappy Bird

I was currently ignoring social media as it was half past three now and I really didn't want to be a weirdo replying in the dead of night so it was just childish games, I once upon a time downloaded, for me.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Playing Flappy Bird”

Qasim just laughed, “You're lying”

“I'm not” I showed him my screen making me inevitably die in the game

“Oh my god, I've married a maniac” Qasim laughed

“Whatever” I rolled my eyes putting my phone down, “What are you doing on the laptop?”

“I thought we could watch Minions”

“Wait, really?” I asked grinning at the idea of watching those cute yellow characters, unsure of whether he was lying or being serious, he had no expression on his face so it was even harder to decipher whether he meant

He closed his eyes and sighed, “Oh my god, what have I done?

“Oh so you were lying”

“Obviously what type of maniac watches cartoons talking in gibberish”

I pointed at myself then showed him my phone cover which was of the Minions; Kevin, Bob and Stuart, yes I know their names, “Ya wife”

“My wife is a maniac”

“Takes one to know one” I smiled at him

“Haha Khadijah”

“Haha Qasim” I mocked him rolling my eyes

Once the laptop had finished loading he busied himself with it as he logged in and pulled up his emails at which point I zoned out lying down on my right side staring at his profile. He looked so handsome even in the middle of the night, even after the long ass day because I know I was sure to look a state with a headache nailing into my brain and my hair just tied up into a messy bun; less bun and more messy.

“Hey Deeds” Qasim muttered still staring at the laptop

“Jee”

“Talk to me”

“About?”

“Anything” he said finally staring at me as he leaned on his arm focusing on me

I blushed as I realised he was full-on staring at me, I was a mess, I know I'm a general mess of a female but right now I wished there was some magic button I could press which would automatically make me look slightly presentable.

“You tell me?”

“Well.. we're finally married and I'm so happy you're my wife”

“I'm happy you're my husband too, really, Qasim I am”

He smiled at me running his fingers through my hair, “This is the first time I'm seeing your hair”

“It is” I sighed loving the feeling of my head getting a mini massage

“I thought you would have definitely dyed it” he muttered, sighing, as his fingers weaved through my jet-black curly hair

“Nope, I did want to but I never got around to doing so”

We didn't say anything as he continued his random head massage, I closed my eyes and sighed as my headache felt slightly better thanks to Qasim's fingers.

“Hey, give me some chocolates” remembering the Lindor box on his bedside drawer

“I was wondering when you were going to want to eat something”

“What do you mean? I had dinner”

“Yes what you ate doesn't count as dinner, you hardly ate all day” He said as he opened the box and unwrapped a ball of chocolatey goodness

He waved it in front of my mouth, “Sit up and eat, I don't really want you choking on it and dying on me on the first day of being married to me”

I sat up and opened my mouth allowing him to shove it into my mouth, hmmm yum, I missed these chocolates, the last time I had one was such a long time ago meaning I could definitely enjoy these so much better.

He then moved the carton of Lindors putting it between us and placed the laptop in front of us as he pressed a button making pictures to take up the screen, it was pictures of us; pictures of everyone on the wedding, engagement and even when we went to the Global Peace Unity event. Oh that day... It seemed like years away but in fact it was only less then a month ago.

“How did you get the wedding pics so quickly?” I questioned as I stared at us sitting on the stage smiling at each other

“Oh I had this set up a while ago, it was a group between us siblings and yours and Humaira we decided to make it easier to access the photos and so we could look at them today together”

“That is so cute” I gushed at his thoughtfulness

“I know, I am so cute” He smirked

“I'll let you feel a bit big-headed just today” I laughed

I think it was one of the best nights I ever had, snacking on chocolates, laughing at the stupid pictures that were taken of us, there was even a video of me staring at Qasim in the car when we went to the Global Peace Unity Event (when I thought those three idiots were ignoring us) and being wrapped in the arms of my man.

Yes, perfect night!

We spent the night talking about anything and everything, he was even told me stories about his childhood, he was a really naughty child. We even prayed Fajr together and that was honestly the cutest part of the night, there was only one prayer mat so we had to turn it sideways so we could both use it, him on the left side leading the prayer, I obviously got changed, well I didn't get changed but I did throw an abaya on. We fell asleep talking and now I was awake while Qasim was sleeping muttering under his breath as I stared at him, yes totally Edward style.

I pushed Qasim once more trying to wake him up discreetly, he stirred in his sleep scowling at my attempt, he turned around and tried to go to sleep again. After a minute or five he turned around, “I completely forgot I was married”

I laughed, “Who do you think was lying in the same bed as you?”

“I have no clue but I forgot for a second” he smiled at me in his sleepy style.

"Morning"

"Good morning, my dearest wife”

“You kick so much in your sleep and you move soo much” I complained

“No, I don't I don't move” he denied

“So who kicked me awake?” I scowled

“Did I really do that?” he started laughing ignoring my scowl, “I'm sorry”

“You should be”

"You know, we need to get up"

"Why?" he asked me looking surprised at the fact that I wanted to get out of bed, trust me I was surprised too but I can't just roll out of bed at 12pm even though I want to so desperately

"Because I should totally get up and you can come with me for the first day, help me learn the ropes”

“What ropes?”

“I just don't wanna be alone Qasim” I muttered shyly

“Oh baby, you're not alone but you don't need to get up so early. What is the time anyways?”

“Half 10”

“You've only slept for four and a half hours, you should really get some more sleep”

“I know but I don't wanna get out so late, not on the first day” I grinned

"I love you Khadijah"

"Why?"

"Because you're amazing"

“I know”

“Haha”

I kissed his cheek, placing my hand on his cheek looking at his eyes I replied, "I love you too, now get up”

I jumped out of bed and looked through the wardrobe trying to find something that didn't need ironing but I couldn't find one so I decided on the outfit I wore yesterday just while I have breakfast then I'll come back and tackle the issue of finding the iron.

“What do you want to wear?”

“Let me see” he muttered walking up to the wardrobe, “How about you pick actually?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep”

“I don't really have good choice”

“I know that but let's see what you come up with”

I stuck my tongue at him as I stood next to him going through his clothes. His wardrobe was a mess but slightly organised at the same time.. does that make sense? I guess not, don't judge me, I'm still sleeping.

“How about this?” I pulled out a white t-shirt with a red plaid shirt paired with black jeans, the shirts were on hangers already ironed so it was one less job for me and I'm sure the jeans would suffice without being ironed, that is if Qasim likes my choice

“That's actually not bad and they're even ironed so I don't have to do that” I laughed at him thinking like me

“Well, you wouldn't have to iron them seeing as I'm here” I muttered passing the clothes to him

He placed them on the bed and hugged me, kissing my forehead, “Love you Dida”

“You need to stop calling me that!”

“Why?”

“Because I don't have a nickname for you”

“You can call me jaan(loved one/darling”

“Whatever”

I blushed escaping his hug, walking off to the bathroom with clothes in hand I was stopped by Qasim's hands on my arms,"Where are you going?"

"To change" I said slowly

"Can't you get changed here?"

I looked at his face which had a smirk appearing, inevitably I blushed at his request. I shook my head and rushed to the bathroom leaving him laughing.

Coming out with my clothes on, face washed and teeth brushed, I smiled at Qasim as I went to my wardrobe taking the perfume out that I saw last night and spritzed it over my clothes.

Qasim was waiting on the bed already changed, as soon as I got out he rushed in leaving me behind in cold air as I just stood there like an oblivious fool. Shaking my head I walked to the bed cleaning it and removing his clothes that he just discarded. Hanging his clothes and my own on the door I walked around aimlessly while I waited for Qasim.

After a what seemed like an hour he strolled out smiling at me, I glared at him.

"What?"

"What?" I mocked

"What? What's wrong?"

"What were you doing for so long? You took longer than me!" Walking up to him I put a finger on his cheek wiping it then I peered at my finger.

"What the heck are you doing Khadijah?" He laughed

"Checking for make-up" I replied

Laughing at me, "I am not wearing make-up but what are you trying to say? I'm ugly? Is that it?" He began fake sobbing which I just rolled my eyes at.

Leaving him standing outside the bathroom I opened the door waiting for him tapping my right foot on the ground while I waited for him. When he realized I moved he rushed to stand next to me, sulking.

I scowled at him.

"Are you angry with me Khadijah?" He whispered in a childish voice

Not replying to him, I turned my face to the right ignoring him.

He laughed a little then pushed me against the door, whispering into my ear, "Are you angry with me?"

I gulped shaking my head, "No"

"You sure?"

"Yes"

He shook my head, "No I have to make sure"

Looking at him eyes wide open, "How?"

He winked at me pulling me into the room shutting the door behind me, "Like this"

"Hu..."

I was cut off as he hugged me.

He had me backed up on the wall as his arm held me tightly, out of natural reflex I hugged him back even tighter.

He gave me a break and let me breath. Letting go of me he smirked at me, "Like that"

I blushed at his antics and opened the door sorting my hijab as we walked out and down the stairs to the kitchen.

No-one had come downstairs from the looks of it as it was eerily silent as we walked down the stairs. After I had sorted out the sofa covers and pillows and the dining room chairs I walked into the kitchen where Qasim was putting the kettle on.

"Do you normally make breakfast?"

"No. I just do little things because Aneesah does everything mostly because she doesn't let my mum in the kitchen." He replied while bustling around the kitchen his back to me

"I'm here now though."

He turned around and smiled, "You are."

"I am" I repeated

"What about it though?" He asked turning back

"What about what?" I said confused

He glanced back at me, "So what if you're here?"

"I will help."

"How?"

"By being a daughter to your.. actually my mum."

"Would you do that?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because..." He looked at the ceiling for a second, "wouldn't you rather be on your phone?"

"No not if she had to be in the kitchen!" I declared

"Who?"

I whipped my head around looking at the kitchen door where my new family and some of the guests were standing. Looking back at Qasim who was nodding his head at me.

"Erm..."

"Yes Khadijah" My mother-in-law said

Damn!

"Erm mum..." I looked at Abid and Aneesah who were both staring back at Qasim who for some reason was smiling, "We were talking about the kitchen and who works here. He told me that Aneesah does most of the work because she doesn't like you coming in and I said that I'm here now and I would help"

She smiled at me, coming into the kitchen and hugged me. She gave me a kiss on my forehead, "Qasim?"

"Yes mum"

"We got you a good wife huh?"

He looked at me smiling, "Yes you did mum. Really good"

I smiled back.

"Okay, can we play happy families a bit later on. Baj, get back to your duties"

"Hey, duties my ass."

"Yes duties. Peasant, back to the stove" He teased

Scowling at him I stayed where I was. "Mum..." I trailed off

"Yes Khadijah"

"Can I slap him?" I stage-whispered

Some of the family members laughed, "Of course darling. You don't need to ask"

I smiled innocently at her and then faced Abid. He took slow steps back as I took steps forward.

"Baj" He said

"Yes darling brother"

"Let's think this through"

"Okay" I stopped walking towards him and pretended to think while he stopped walking away sighing a breath of relief, "Hey Abid"

"Yes Baj"

"Done thinking"

Racing after him as he legged it upstairs leaving me laughing.

Walking back into the kitchen where everyone was standing. I smiled innocently at them and walked around to the fridge and got the milk out and went about making everyone's breakfast. Aneesah helped me out making the extra family guests breakfast as she knew what they preferred, finally it was just me and Qasim standing in the kitchen as I focused on his porridge.

"Why are you so quiet?" I said to him staring at him from across the counter

"Because"

"Because?"

"You fit in so well here, don't you?"

"Yes. I suppose. Why?" I replied unsure of his point.

"Because you fit in very well. It doesn't seem like we met you a few months ago." He pondered

"And? Is that good?"

"Flipping perfect" He smiled at me

Smiling back I handed his porridge to him and took my own plate; toasts and Nutella. YAS! NUTELLA!!

After having breakfast and a heated debate on why Abid should wash the dishes to which I won of course my mother and father-in-law decided to let us know they were all going out leaving me and the rest of the young party at home. So here we were sitting in the living room bored while Abid had stalked off upstairs to do some work after doing his kitchen duties.

So now I was sitting here watching the other two siblings on their phone. So anti-social

.

The Walima would take place tomorrow as we had all agreed we wanted a day in between both the main events to allow me to settle in for a day and to give the families a break so we could relax. My outfit for the next event was already in Aneesah's room as she had sent us pictures of it a week before the wedding day letting us know it arrived safely via Naveed's friend who dropped it off for us as we all were way too busy and 'he was bored' his own words I swear. I had bought all my own accessories which were also ready packed away in one of my many suitcases which I'd have to dig out tonight, I had picked the dress too but my in-laws paid for it as was the custom. Qasim's clothes were ready too they were also hanging in Aneesah's room besides ours as she had prepared them for the event tomorrow.

I was wearing a lengha again tomorrow, the only difference would be the blouse would be longer than my wedding outfit so it was slightly like a kameez, it was peach in colour with silver embroidery, my sleeves were designed as flares, the embroidery covering the whole sleeve, a small band of silver lace seperated my sleeve and flare. My lengha itself was a beauty as the entire bottom half of my lengha was covered in embroidery due to the fact that only the bottom half would be visible, the lengha was slightly long so it would drag as a mini-very mini- trail. The kameez was covered with embroidery, the neckline was a sweetheart cut even though it would be covered with my hijab and the silver artifical jewellery. My dupatta was peach all over with a heavy border full of embroidery and the rest of the dupatta was studded with silver beads. It was beautiful and it had Zohrah and Humaira written all over as they both loved the concept of peach and silver.

Qasim was going to wear a black 3-piece suit with a peach bow-tie and handkerchief, the handkerchief was peach in colour but due to Aneesah's pestering Qasim allowed her to get her hands on it so she sewed on a similar cloth of silver lace (from my outfit) around the border(to match with me). I can't really describe the suit as suits are not exactly chock-full of details right.. but it was a very shiny black suit from Hugo Boss my family paid for. Well Naveed paid for it to gift to Qasim as it was a custom in which the bride's family purchased the Walima outfit for the groom. Naveed and Qasim had actually met up after work and gone to Biscester Village to shop for it.

There were no wedding colour themes for anyone except our immediate families and they would all wear the same colour; Pink. The girls would wear hot-pink outfits with silver embroidery and the men would wear royal blue suits with hot-pink ties/bow-ties and handkerchiefs. Even Umar would wear a royal blue 3-piece suit with a hot-pink bow-tie, he was going to look soo cute!! Our parents however would be wearing baby pink, the two ladies were actually wearing the exact same outfit as a gift from me and Qasim for all the effort they put in towards the wedding; they'd be wearing baby pink salwar-kameez with silver embroidery while the fathers would wear white salwar-kameez with baby-pink handkerchiefs as they didn't want to be irritated due to a suit.

After breakfast and the older family members had left we were just sitting around as Abid finished the dishes off. I then got bored of sitting around so decided to get some chores done, “Aneesah, where is the hoover?”

“What, why?” she looked up from her phone screen

“I obviously want to hoover” I muttered making her and Qasim laugh

“Your room? Is it messy? I'll do it don't worry”

“No.. silly, I'm going to do the living room and kitchen”

“You don't have to do that baj, I'll do it”

“Oh shut up, Aneesah. This formality stuff won't work, come on tell me”

“You really don't..” she started

I cut her off, “Aneesah”

“Okay okay” she grinned, “It's in the cellar under the stairs”

“Okie”

Once I got the hoover out I was quick to finish the living-room, dining-room,, the hallway and even the stairs, I was loving the idea there was a routine to make in my new home. As soon as I had hoovered I located the mop and the floor cleanser and continued my task at hand, the rest were trying to help out but I kind of gave the message that I didn't really need the help so they left me to it. There wasn't much left to do apart from arrange something for dinner which me and Aneesah could do later.

Once I was done and was sure Abid had cleaned the kitchen properly I joined the rest in the living room where they were all lounging around on their phones except Abid who had gone upstairs to do some work. Leaving the other two to continue with their lazy lounging downstairs, I went upstairs to iron some clothes and get changed, I was wearing a grey dress with grey leggings; the dress was flowy with silver thread work covering the bust, cuffs and the border and a white hijab was wrapped loosely around my head.

I convinced Abid after at least spending fifteen minutes arguing, about how I'm superior to him and he should listen to his older sister,to drag my suitcases upstairs so I could get my hands on my makeup so I could look less of a tramp and more of a newly-married woman. I skipped base makeup as I couldn't be bothered with all of that so I just applied some silver eyeshadow and blended a whole load of concealer under my eyes attempting to cover the eye-bags that have just gotten worse this past week. My lips were dabbed with my beautiful Christian Louboutin lipstick and I was done for the day. Aneesah had walked in once I was ready, “Baj”

“Yes darling”

“Have you got anything to sort out for tomorrow?”

“Actually I do my saviour”

I opened the suitcase that I was guessing my Walima items were stuffed in courtesy of Haleena, “Let's get the things out”

“Okie dokie” She sat on the floor beside my suitcase taking clothes that were just chucked in and folding them neatly beside her

We finally found all of the items I specifically purchased for my Walima right at the bottom wrapped up in a random black t-shirt I normally wear under short-sleeved dresses, must have been Haleena's oh so clever idea.

My clutch was still in bubble-wrap protecting the silver beadwork on it's peach cloth background matching my outfit perfectly, my silvery heels were simple ones compared to the heels I wore on my wedding day as you wouldn't see them anyways and we picked them for comfort, my jewellry was still packed in the jewellery box we got them in, they were artificial silver pieces I didn't get the earrings though as I wouldn't wear them.

I then began taking everything out and arranging it so any of the clothes I would want to wear any day soon were on top. Aneesah helped out by folding them and handing them to me as I sorted them out the way I should have done in the first place.

“Here, take these and place them with the lengha, they'll just get misplaced here knowing me” Handing Aneesah all of my belongings for tomorrow

“Do you need any more help, baj?”

“Nope I'm done just gonna put my make-up and some of these clothes in the wardrobe”

“Okay, I'll see ya downstairs”

I nodded at her as she stalked off leaving me to it.

Now here I was half an hour later staring at the two anti-social siblings in front of me, Abid was still upstairs, bored out of my mind.

Ten minutes later, Aneesah looked at me and I just scowled at her from my seat on the sofa opposite her.

"Qasim?"

"What?"

"Your wife..."

"Yes?"

"Bro. She looks angry"

"She's not" He ignored her and continued tapping away on his phone earning a glare from me to which he was oblivious.

After a few seconds he looked up at me and I full-on glared at him he grinned cheekily, "Sorry"

"Sorry my ass"

"Your ass, woman, is perfect"

"NO-NO-NO-NO. Don't taint my innocence" Aneesah shrieked fake-gagging as she ran out of the room.

I laughed at her retreating back and stared back at Qasim who was pouting.

"What"

"You mad?"

"No"

"You sure?"

"Yep!"

"Good, come here"

I stood up from the sofa I was sitting on and went over to where he was sitting and snuggled into his side as he wrapped his arm around me. He sighed contently as I dug my face in his chest peering up at him. He glanced at me smiling.

He pulled his phone out showing me what he was doing for the past fifteen minutes. He was talking to Haleena about Abid. I smirked at the fact that he was acting so over-protective over my little sister. I voiced my thoughts.

"She's my sister too" He responded with

I gushed at his words because that is cute.

"Do you think they're good together?"

"Yes"

"Abid doesn't though"

"Abid's thinking about it from a broken heart's girl and she... She's happy and she seems like she wants it. She's your sister first, what do you think?"

"I think you should talk to Naveed about it first because he'll get mad over-protective about her if he finds about her even liking Abid"

"Did he even like me when he found out you were going to get married to me?"

"Shall I tell you the truth?"

"Yes"

"Basically no."

"No?"

"No because my brother is just really overprotective. Too overprotective."

"Did you like me?"

"Yes"

"Really?"

"Yeah but I hated the fact that you kept bloody smirking."

He smirked at me, I scowled at him which earned a laugh from him.

“I think Haleena might stay the night tomorrow”

“How do you know?”

“I was talking to Naveed a while ago, he was just checking in about tomorrow and I asked him to allow her to stay the night”

“Really? How come you did that?”

“For you”

I looked away from his eyes as I felt my own watering with tears. Frantically wiping them off I tried to smile at him but I knew it failed because he sat up instantly frowning at me and my tears. He wiped my tears away.

"Khadijah..." He whispered

"I know I know. Sorry I just can't help it"

"But baby it hurts me"

"It hurts you?"

"Do you not know how much it killed me not to grab you yesterday and hug you tight, away from everybody?"

"But..."

"Khadijah, I swear every-time you cry in front of me it hurts me so much because it's my own fault. That's the worst part. It's my fault."

He looked down at the floor frowning.

Pulling his face to me, I stroked it as I looked at him. The man who had tears in his eyes watching me cry.

I kissed his cheek.

"It's your fault for giving me the best family I could get. It's your fault for being the best husband I could ever get. It's your fault I love you so much."

He smiled weakly at me, "Is it my fault you're so cheesy?"

I laughed at his cheeky remark.

Going back to our cosy positions we began watching clips and basically going through Qasim's f*******: feed. He handed his phone to me after ten minutes bored of it, I smirked at his silly mistake as I attacked his profile editing things like his status to 'married to the best woman', his display picture to one of me.

Abid came bounding down ten minutes later laughing.

"What the hell are you laughing at?"

"It's you on his f*******:, isn't it?"

"Yes"

I smiled at Abid as I carried on my assault on Qasim's profile as he just stared at me grinning at the stupid things I was changing.

I got bored after and went to his camera and took loads of stupid selfies and then deciding to be a little sensible I deleted most of them to see he had so many pictures of me. Going through his gallery I gasped as I realized half of the pictures he had I didn't even have.

"Hey Qasim..."

"Hmm."

He looked down at me as I showed him the screen smirking at him, "Stalker much?"

"Hey. I'm not a stalker that's from Haleena, she kept sending me pictures of you every day."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No not really but now I have the real thing in front of me so I'm good."

I smiled at him as he bent his head down and kissed my forehead lightly.

Abid groaned, "NO-NO ABSOLUTELY NO PDA IN THIS HOUSE AS LONG AS I LIVE HERE"

"Glad we're thinking of kicking you out then isn't it?" Qasim laughed

"HA-HA, so damn funny"

"I know right"

"Shut up Qasim"

"Abid"

"Qasim" He replied mocking him

"Okay gentlemen. Chill"

They both mock-glared at each other then calmed down.

“Oh my god!!”

"What?" Abid asked

Qasim looked at me creasing his forehead as if he was asking me the same.

"I'm so bored."

"What do you want to do?"

"Something. Anything."

"Can you cook?"

"Yes."

"Guess you're going to be cooking then."

"Then you're helping."

"Fine, the food better be good."

Qasim laughed at him, I shook my head at him, "Oh no dear, you're helping too."

He groaned making me smirk and Abid laugh mockingly.

Once we were in the kitchen I scouted out the ingredients for my pasta out and for brownies, I remember where half the things were due to that one time Abid was showing me when I stayed the night after the Global Peace Unity Event and the other half I found through trial and error.

Throwing an apron on I handed Abid a knife and some vegetables to chop which got Qasim laughing, he was trying to take a video. I glared at him. He smiled sheepishly. I handed Qasim a knife and half the vegetables Abid had to cut.

It was at that point Aneesah decided to walk in and she immediately laughed but shut up almost instantly as both her brothers glared at her.

"Alright. What do you want me to do?" She began rolling up her sleeves

I dragged her by her shoulders and made her sit on the kitchen stool, "You don't have to do anything."

"Why not?" She said confused

"Because you do enough"

She smiled at me and hugged me, "Thank you baj"

"It's okay"

I glanced at Qasim and Abid and saw them both staring at us hugging with a look of awe?

"What?" I mumbled self-consciously

Getting off Aneesah I went back to the stove to check on the pasta as I waited for their response.

"Baj."

"What?"

"Nothing. You're just so baj."

"What the hell is that meant to mean?" I stared incredulously at Abid waiting for his explanation so I could understand

"You're the best sister-in-law we could have ever got."

"Yeah that's true" Aneesah muttered

"Well, aren't you two lucky then?" I muttered making them both laugh.

I could still feel someone's eyes on me and glancing around I realized it was none other than Qasim's. He was shaking his head smiling at me.

We all carried on with our tasks while I went about making my pasta sauce once the two brothers were finished they all leaned against the kitchen island watching me out of pure boredom, I guess. Ignoring their stares I continued cooking until I had finished everything. Once it was made I handed them all a plate of pasta and watched them take their first bites.

A chorus of moans escaped their mouths.

"This is so good."

Blushing I waved their compliments away.

We took our plates into the dining room deciding we'd have the brownies once we were finished.

Grabbing all the plates from them I washed them and got the brownies, a tub of vanilla ice-cream and some plates and spoons.

I placed them on the table in the living room where they were arguing about what we were watching.

They settled on watching Tangled. Yes, we're all over 10 and we still watch cartoons.

That's how I spent my first afternoon as Mrs Qasim, leaning on Qasim's shoulders and watching Tangled with a plate of brownies and vanilla ice-cream which we shared.

Half-way into the movie Qasim knelt down, his lips aligned with my cheek.

"Khadijah..."

"Yes"

"I love you, Mrs Qasim"

"I love you too, Mr Qasim"