Amaal lay there, quiet, her head going up and down with his deep breaths.
“This is so good.” She murmured. “Why can’t we be this forever?”
“We will.”
“Will we?”
“We will.”
She set her palm on his chest, touching from the smooth sternum to the burnt pectoral. “You let me touch you.”
“I also let you stroke me.”
She smiled, now embarrassed by how she had pounced on him the moment he had let her.
“I am still not fully there. The medicines have finally stopped. Some erectile function has recovered. Time should do its job for the rest.”
Amaal looked up and he dipped his chin.
“You are the bravest man I have ever met.”
“Bullshit.”
“You have broken down so many walls between us.”
His forehead met hers. And their eyes fell closed.
“I am sorry you have to go through all this with me.”
“It will be worth it.” She said, feeling his words inside her and leaving hers inside him. “You are right. My children deserve their father at their best. And as their mother, I will build what I came to build here, too.”
“Hmm?” He pulled back, smirking.
“I have to buy that house and hammock for them.”
“For yourself.” He pinched her nose. She went to slap his hand and he took it off, making her slap her own nose. “Samaar!”
He laughed.
“Yes, for myself first. Their Mom will enjoy on the hammock and then pass it on to them.”
“What do you think about this house?”
“It’s good, but the one I buy will be better.”
“What’s the plan on that?”
“I told you about my savings. Atharva and Qureshi have helped me invest over the years. I sent a chunk to Dad for investments there. It’s going to be good in conversion. At this point, I am comfortable enough to start looking for a small bungalow in a decent locality. But I want a bigger one, with a big garden…”
“See which one you like, I will add the rest…”
“No!”
“Why?”
“Because I want to buy it.”
“Amaal…”
