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Naala Miani Love Brooklyn

"Samar Kingston?" A nurse called out his name making me stand to my feet.

"Saint get up," I gritted out, he was sat beside me sulking because I took away my phone.

"I don't even want to be here," He complained holding onto my hand.

"Tough, next time you won't lie and say you're sick," I replied leading him into the doctors office. "Sit there and don't touch anything," I pointed to the seats and started unstrapping Samar from my chest.

"You okay baby?" I said to Samar while fixing his clothes.

"Mama daddy is calling you," Saint said pointing to my phone that was buzzing.

"Yeah Hassan?" I spoke putting the phone to my ear.

"Whatchu mean yeah? That's how we pick up the phone now?" I didn't reply because I don't know why he's calling me talking shit.

"What room y'all in?" He asked causing me to roll my eyes.

"Saint go check what number it say on the door," I said softly,

Saint got up and pulled the door open and yelled out number 5.

"Did you hear him?" I replied to Hassan,

"Naala why the fuck have you got an attitude with me. I said I had to handle something, I made it to the appointment didn't I?" He shouted at me.

"Why are you abusing me over the phone? Either come in or go home, I don't need that energy around me today," I said before hanging up.

Moments later, his tall ugly ass walked into the room. I didn't even pay him any mind, I was too busy feeding Samar.

"Fix your attitude," He mumbled kissing the side of my face. I cut my eyes at him and we stared at each other before I cracked and smiled.

"I knew you missed me," Hassan smirked kissing me again. "I ain't mean to shout at you, you were getting me mad,"

"Mmm," I hummed playing with Samar's hand,

"Nas you feeling better?" Hassan asked moving Saint's hair out of his face.

"No I feel sick," He fake coughed leaning back in his seat.

"Definitely your mother's child," Hassan laughed tugging on Samar's leg.

"What about you titty boy? Ready for your shots?" Hassan spoke in a mocking tone at Samar.

"Stop," I frowned moving back. "I don't want her poking his skin with all of that," I don't know why I chose to come to this check up.

"It won't be as bad as when they cut his dick," Hassan replied referring to his circumcising.

I cried like a baby when they did that, especially because he was so small.

"You're not about to cry Naala," Hassan sighed taking Samar from me and putting him on his shoulder to wind him.

Listen, these postpartum hormones were worse than pregnancy hormones. I could cry because my bread wasn't buttered right.

"Oh no, who's made mommy cry?" Doctor Reece said when she entered the room, with her white lab coat on.

"She's sad that he's getting his shots," San answered for me.

"Does he have to get them today?" I sniffed wiping Samar's mouth,

"Unfortunately but it will go quick, he won't feel a thing." She said washing her hands. "Let me get a look at him,"

Hassan passed him over to her and like clockwork, Samar started wailing.

"Oh dear, he's still clinging onto you?" She asked me,

"Yeah, he won't let me do anything," I replied taking him back. "Hassan's been doing most of the house work,"

"And how's he been eating?" Doctor Reece asked typing on her laptop.

"That's all he do," Hassan spoke up, "He's fussing, he eat, he's staring into space, he eat."

"Don't say it like that," I said smacking his arm.

"Okay seems as if he's using the milk as comfort. There's nothing wrong with that but that's why he's becoming dependent on you," The doctor explained to us.

"He's only 6 weeks old so it makes sense," She assured me.

"Also Doc, how long is she gonna be all hormonal and shit?"

"Hassan I'm gonna beat your ass," I said lowly pinching his thigh.

"It's normal," Doctor Reece smiled, "Try taking a break from him, maybe get a babysitter for the night,"

"No," I shook my head quickly. "I don't think he's ready for that,"

"Okay whatever you say, should we get started on those shots?" Dr Reece said holding her hands out for Samar again.

"Here we go," Hassan sighed watching as my eyes filled with tears.

Hassan 'Ace' Kingston

"And this is our signature Princess cut diamond, 16 carot gold, on the more expensive side," The jeweller said showing me the ring.

"Look, Ion really care about all the details, Desiree you think she would like this?" I said flipping the camera. "Is you crying?" I heard her dumb ass sniffing.

"You're really about to marry my best friend," She cried harder,

"What you don't want me to marry her?" I laughed looking back at the ring.

"I do. She's gonna be so happy, oh my God let me plan the proposal," Dess started talking mad fast so I just hung up.

"Is it a yes for this one sir?" The jeweller said shining a light on the ring.

"Yeah, I'll take this one," I said bringing out my wallet. I made the payment and he wrapped it up for me handing me the box.

Naala best be lucky I love her ass because here I was in this packed out mall, trying to make everything perfect for her.

There was no occasion but I knew from the moment she had my second son that I was gonna marry her.

I was planning something special for her, especially because she's been on edge since having Samar.

My phone started ringing in my pocket, I put my AirPods in and answered the call. I was met by the sound of Samar's loud ass cries.

"What's he crying for?" I asked out loud, stepping around people who were in the way.

"I don't know, I'm really about to walk out of this house." Naala stated making me scrunch up my face.

"You gon' leave our kids in the house on their own?" I questioned.

"Yeah, I'm tired San," Naala whined. "I need to go to the drugstore but he won't even let me put him down,"

"Whatchu need at the store? I'll get it," I spoke into the phone.

"I need a top up on my birth control pills," Naala replied. I had to pause, look at the phone and then think of what to say.

"You'on need those," I shook my head,

"That's why I'm going myself, I do need them. You think we can have another baby right now Hassan? You're so damn selfish, I swear," I listened to her fuss for a moment before I stopped her.

"Naala whatchu need em for? Nothing," I answered my own question. "I said I'll give you a month after Samar, it's been a month and two weeks,"

"What was that Samar? Daddy is a big meanie bastard? With a shrimp for a dick? That's not nice stink,"

"You want me to hang up?" I chuckled. I bumped shoulders with a lady and apologised.

"You're good," The girl smiled in my face.

"Aight," I nodded trying to get from in front of her. Of course that didn't work.

"You fine, you got a girlfriend?" She said looking me up and down.

"Uhn uhn where the hell are you Hassan?" Naala practically screamed in my ear.

"I do got a girl, excuse me," I responded politely stepping to the side again. Only for her to block me, AGAIN.

"Lady at this point, it's harassment," I mugged her,

"That's right! Call the security baby, she's harassing you huh?" Naala said into my ear making me turn down the volume.

"Oh wifey's on the phone," The damn girl laughed once more. I was holding my phone and she could see who I was talking to.

"Ooo give the bitch the phone Hassan," Naala shouted,

"I'ma call you back," I said hanging up the phone on her. I knew that was gonna get her more mad but the shouting was giving me a damn headache.

"So you're loyal?" The girl asked,

"See, what's your name?" I said looking around,

"Erica, what's your name?" She replied holding her hand out.

"You don't got to worry about that cuz you never gonna say it. Move out my way," I said dismissing her. A nigga couldn't even come out to the mall without someone pissing me off.

"Bro why is my phone always ringing?" I mumbled answering it again.

"You cheating?" Dess said, her head so far in the screen that I could see her fucking nose hairs.

"What are you talking about?" I walked into the Cartier store and waved down a worker.

"Naala called me talking bout she's not gonna sit around and be cheated on again. She sounded real angry too," Desiree said. I sucked my teeth and swiped off the call going into my camera roll.

"Y'all got this in store?" I showed him the phone,

"I can check for you," He replied taking out that little iPad thing they be using.

"Are you even listening to me Hassan?" Dess said into my ear.

"I ain't worried about Naala, she thinks I'm like that whacko she used to be married to, I ain't," I responded sitting down.

"You know she's insecure," Dess answered, "Anyway if you think you're about to propose I would hold off on,"

"Why?" I replied, the man walked back over with a tray of all the bracelets.

"She's mad now,"

"Man y'all leave me alone," I said hanging up the phone again.

"Just wrap them all up," I said looking at the bracelets, "She liked that one but these look good," I paid for all the stuff and left out the mall, finally.

~~

"You owe me," Naleli pointed at me when she pulled the door open.

"I got you," I laughed stepping into the house.

"And I'm not cheap like my sister, cars and bags don't wow me," I shook my head at her bluntness, sometimes I forget she just speaks her mind.

"Ah Hassan," Naala's mom said lifting up her glasses. "I hope all is well?" She spoke in her proper ass accent.

"Everything is good," I replied pulling up my sweats. "I wanted to talk to you actually,"

"My daughter is okay? And the boys?" She questioned ushering me to sit in front of her.

"They're good," I nodded, all of a sudden I was feeling mad nervous.

"You look like there's something you want to get off your chest," Naala's mom smiled. "Talk to me,"

"I came here for your blessing or permission or whatever, but I don't know how they do it," I said leaning back in my seat.

"Blessing?" She raised a brow, "You knew about this?" She asked Naleli who was sat behind me, scrolling through her phone.

"First time I'm hearing it," Naleli lied because I definitely told her yesterday.

"You want my permission for what exactly?" Miani questioned sitting up in her seat.

"To marry Naala, I want to ask her to marry me," I corrected myself.

"Why? Did she tell you that's what she wants?" Miani said before I could even finish what I was saying.

"Nah —"

"Hassan, I like you, you seem like a straightforward man. Can I be straight with you?" She said clearing her throat.

I nodded and let her speak,

"You see Naala and Naleli are my first children. They're my special girls, the ones I would die for. They mean the world to me and Naala hasn't had any easy life, which hurts me," Miani preached. I stared back at her wondering if her other daughter knew she would die for the twins but not her.

"Most of her life has been pain, I'm the cause of some of that. So you can understand why I'm protective over her," She spoke,

"I get that, I'm protective over my girls too," I nodded,

"How many other children do you have?" Miani asked me,

"2 girls," I kept it short,

"Like Naala. I can tell you can protect her but can you love her? That's what she needs," I thought long before I answered.

"The love I have for Naala doesn't make sense to me. I've been in love before but not like this. I know I love her because I enjoy doing the simplest of things with her - like watching her cook. Everything Naala does interests me."

"Sometimes my love for her scares me, I can't see a life without her, I'll be real," When I said that, Miani smiled widely.

"Then why do you need my permission? Marry her!" She cheered standing to her feet. She held her arms open to me and hugged me.

"But can I tell you one thing?" Miani said as she clung to me,

"Yeah," I nodded patting her back.

"If you hurt her, I'm going to cut your little dick off and shove it into your mouth," She whispered into my ear. I could hear the smile through her voice. It was safe to say all the women in this family were crazy as shit.

"I believe that," I stifled a laugh, "Are you gonna let me go now?" I said because she was still attached to me.

"Yes," She released me, "Isn't this amazing Leli?"

"I guess," She shrugged, "Now pay up," She held out her hand.

"Just like your sister," I shook my head at her. "Whatever you want I'll get it for you,"

"A private jet," She answered with a straight face. "I know you got one,"

"Except that, you coulda said a boat, but a jet, that's for my wife," I spoke fixing my watch.

"You brought her jet?" Naleli said with wide eyes. "I'm starting to think Naala stuffs crack up her pussy cuz what the hell?"

"Naleli!" Her mom gasped, "Don't be so crude,"

"You're wild, I'll see you Ms Simmons," I laughed and then waved at Miani.

"Call me Miani darling, Naleli get out, you've ruined my appetite," She spoke dismissively.

~~

Two days later ...

"I can see mommy," Saint pointed to where Naala was stood waiting. She had just finished her therapy session so she was gonna be in a good mood.

"Saint sit your ass back in that seat," I said feeling Saint standing up.

"But Mar isn't sitting in his seat anymore," Saint responded. I turned back in my seat and in that moment I didn't want no more kids - on God.

"What the fuck?" I groaned. Because of course he was doing that when I was about to pick Naala up.

"Hey my handsome boys," Naala smiled getting in the car. I kissed her lips repeatedly before she pushed me back. She looked into the back seat and gasped.

"Hassan why is my son all twisted up in his seat?" Naala angrily reaching to the back to lift him up.

"I don't know where he's trynna go," I shrugged. She slapped the back of my head and sat Samar in her lap. "I can't drive with him up here,"

"Why can't you?" She asked kissing his face. "I missed you stink, did you miss mama?" She cooed at him. Samar's dumb ass blinked back at her, leaning forward to suck on her face.

"Mama daddy said I'm staying by Grandmas today," Saint spilled. I mugged the hell out of him and started the car back up.

"I didn't know that," Naala said looking at me. "Why is he going to my mom?"

"They're both going to your moms," I answered turning the wheel slightly.

"Not my stinky butt," Naala replied getting her damn titty out. "He doesn't do formula and he doesn't like bottles, how's he gonna eat?"

"He'll work it out Naala or he'll starve," I said bluntly.

"Say okay grumpy boots," Naala said in a baby voice. "Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise," I responded holding onto her hand.

"Aw really bae?" Naala squealed leaning over to kiss my cheek. "You're so sweet, what did I get?"

"You don't understand what I surprise means?" I said turning onto the freeway.

"I do, but I hate surprises. Do I have to dress up? Ooo can I go and do my hair?" Naala started wriggling in her seat.

"You're excited huh," I laughed kissing her hand.

"The first time out since the baby, I'm more than excited," She giggled. "Aw you're taking me to the salon?"

"Dess set it up for you, she should be in there too," I said pulling up at the side.

"I have to take Mar, because I can't leave him all night and not spend no time with him," Naala pouted,

"If you start crying I'm cancelling the hair," I replied turning to look at her.

"I won't," She mumbled blinking at me. "What are you and Saint about to do?"

"I'm getting my hair cut then we're going to the —" Saint started babbling like I didn't tell him to keep his mouth shut.

"I'm just taking him to cut his hair," I said cutting him off.

"Oh," Naala said looking at me weirdly. "Make sure they don't cut it too short like last time. Had my baby looking like an alien,"

"He still looks like one," I chuckled. Saint used his heavy ass hand to punch me so I punched his ass back.

"Nasir stop and hand me the sling," Naala said pulling his hands off my jumper.

He passed it to her and she clipped it on, putting Samar into it.

"All he do is eat and sleep," I complained playing with his hands.

"What you want him to do? Write a book?" Naala laughed pulling me closer to her. "Love you," She said kissing me hard.

"Keep kissing me like that, I'm gonna put these kids out of the car," I mumbled before pecking her lips again.

"Yuck," Saint said from the backseat. "Daddy you really whipped,"

"Who taught you that?" Naala asked wiping the sticky ass lipgloss off my lips.

"Ryan said that when you wanna be round your girl all the time, you whipped," Saint said, "that's why daddy always round you mama,"

"Is you 8 or 18, sit back and shut up for once," I said mushing his head back.

"Stop putting your hands on my papa bear," Naala tutted moving my hand off her thigh. "Papa come give me a kiss,"

One thing Saint never grew out of was his obsession with his mama. He really leaned forward and kissed her cheek, like the dummy he is.

"Be safe," Naala said opening the car door,

"Always," I replied kissing her again. "I love you," I made a point to tell her that everyday, no matter how we were.

"I love you too Sanny," She smiled before getting out. I watched her walk into the salon before I pulled off.

"So what's the plan dad?" Saint said jumping to the front seat.

"You lucky I can't stop right now," I mugged him, speeding down the street.

~~

"What do I wear San?" Naala called out from the closet.

"Naala you can wear whatever you like," I shouted back. I've been ready for at least an hour and she was still looking for what to wear.

I left her, dropped the kids off and even got a little line up and she was still thinking of what to wear.

"That doesn't help," Naala shouted back. I got up from the bed and walked into the closet.

"Baby you aren't even looking," I commented because she was sat on the floor not even looking at the clothes.

"Because I can't find anything," She huffed. "Everything fits too tightly and is showing off my ugly baby weight,"

"You haven't got any baby weight," I said helping her off the floor. After Samar, she literally snapped back into her normal shape.

"Don't lie," She mumbled leaning into me. I wrapped my arms around and looked down,

"You want daddy to pick you out something?" I spoke,

"Please?" She replied with a sad look. I nodded and leaned down pecking her lips.

"I got you, we can match," I said tapping her butt and letting her go. I pulled out basically what I was wearing and then moved over to shoes.

"So it's not something fancy?" Naala asked brushing her hair out.

"La it's me and you, I don't mind what you wear. I would prefer you didn't wear anything," I shrugged giving her the clothes.

"Of course you wouldn't," She said turning around. She slipped off her robe and hung it up, exposing her naked body.

"Damn," I mumbled trying not to sound like a creep, "Come get on the bed," I said pulling her towards me.

"Hassan stop," Naala laughed moving my hands from inside her thighs. "I thought were going out,"

"Fuck going out," I groaned putting my face in her neck. "Just the tip," I mumbled kissing her neck lightly.

"Just the tip turned into Samar, get off me," Naala laughed getting out of my grip.

"The only thing I'm asking is for a crumb of pussy and you steady telling me no?" I asked to be sure. I watched her put on her panties and bra and start dressing up.

"You can get more than a crumb later, promise," Naala answered leaning up and patting my face. I caught her, kissing her passionately making the kiss sloppy as hell.

"Mmmm San," Naala moaned into the kiss. "I want to go out, come on," She said pulling away.

"Shit let's go," I pulled her hand, I was gonna make this shit as quick as possible.

When she was finally done, I helped her into the car slamming the door shut.

"Do I really have to wear this?" She complained as I tied the blindfold around her eyes.

"Yeah," I muttered, tying it tight. "Put your seatbelt on," I instructed.

"Ow bae," Naala smacked my hand, "It's too tight,"

"I know what else is too tight but you won't let me get in it," I fussed, I had a major attitude that she didn't even let me get none.

"Okay Hassan," Naala laughed, I didn't see a fucking thing funny. "I'm a bad bitch, we don't wear seatbelts," She added flinging the belt off her.

"Sorry I forgot," I said in defence,

I turned up the volume on the radio and sped off into the direction of our first location.

"You've been playing in my playlist huh?" Naala chuckled as I bobbed my head to Nicki. Ain't no shame in my game, I would listen to her anytime of the day.

"Rule number one to be a boss ass bitch," Naala rapped, "Never let a clown nigga try and play you,"

"If he play you then what's rule number two baby?" I hyped her up,

"You fuck his best friends and make them yes men," Naala screamed happily,

"You took that one literally La," I chuckled making her stale face me. Even with the blind fold on, I knew she was mugging.

"You think you're so fucking funny Hassan," She tutted pushing my arm.

"Don't do that, I might just," I said turning the wheel, making the car swerve. Being the fool she is, she slide right along with the car.

"I hate you," Naala laughed patting around to find her seatbelt.

"I thought bad bitches don't wear seatbelts," I said turning into the street.

"Bad bitches also don't give out crumbs of pussy," Naala responded. "You want a slice or a crumb?"

"You right," I agreed because she would really hold out and I wasn't in the mood for that.

When we got to the building, I parked the car round the back.

"Finally, I need to pee," Naala said reaching for my hand. I got out and helped her out,

"Watch your step baby," I warned helping her walk up the steps.

"San where is this?" Naala called out, "Oh my God, are we at Chanel?"

"No we're not," I laughed, she was always looking to spend money.

I unlocked the building and let her in, "Ready?" I said pulling her infront of me.

"Yeah, hurry," She smiled excitedly. I nodded and untied the blindfold. I watched her blink a few times before she turned around to me.

"What is this?" Naala asked looking around,

"It's our new house," I said holding up the keys. She stopped walking around and looked at me,

"Don't play," Naala said lowly, "Hassan don't play around with me,"

"I'm not playing," I chuckled. "You deserve it mama, here you go,"

"Hassan," Naala teared up, I knew she was gonna cry so I was prepared. "I love it,"

"Let me show you around," I said taking her hand, I led her around the house, showing her every part that I knew she would love.

"The sliding doors," Naala pouted, "You remembered, I love you," She hugged my waist.

"Love you too," I smirked pecking her lips. "But we're not done yet,"

"There's more?" Naala gasped letting me lead her into the backyard.

"San," Naala whined covering her face, "I don't want to cry but you're making this so hard,"

"Come on baby, stop crying," I said wrapping my arm around her shoulder. "I just want to show you I appreciate you," I whispered into her ear before kissing it.

I had set up a candle light dinner, in our new backyard. The table was decorated with red rose petals and on her seat, were the gifts I picked up for her.

"Come on you don't want to open your gifts?" I said squeezing her tight.

"Mmhm," She mumbled, still crying in my chest.

I lifted her up and took over to the table. I sat down and let her sit on my lap.

"Stop crying beautiful," I spoke wiping her face,

"It's your fault, what is all of this?" Naala sniffed picking up the bouquet of flowers off the table.

"Open this," I said handing her the envelope,

"Hassan," Naala said taking it from me. "I don't deserve all of this,"

"You deserve more than this," I corrected her, "Just open this for me," I pointed to the envelope again.

She laughed and ripped it open. I watched her scan over the words and then she paused looking at me again.

"Tell me you didn't?" She whispered,

"One in Atlanta and one in LA, both in —"

"Our son's names," Naala finished off me. "Hassan you brought our sons property?"

"No I brought you new salons, but they are signatories as well," I corrected her,

"Pull these down," Naala sighed tugging on my pants.

"Whatchu you about to do?" I chuckled moving her hand.

"Ride your dick till it falls off, come on," She pulled my hands away.

"You ain't even finished opening up your gifts," I responded.

"I can't do anymore," Naala shook her head. "I don't deserve you," She said quietly stroking my face.

"Stop saying that, it's me that doesn't deserve you Naala. You're an amazing woman, my amazing woman," I smirked kissing her lips.

She kissed me back and straddled my lap properly, not breaking the kiss I ran my hand through her hair tugging on it slightly.

"Where was the master bedroom again?" Naala said as we pulled apart,

~~Omniscient "Fuck," Hassan cursed as Naala tickled his balls while bobbing her head up and down his shaft. They made eye contact while she continued to suck him dry.

"Naala get up or I'm gonna —" Hassan groaned as he released himself into her mouth. Naala swallowed every drop and wiped her lips.

"You ain't done that in a minute," Hassan huffed pulling her upwards.

"I'm showing my appreciation," Naala chuckled laying on top of him. He leaned down and captured her lips in his, slipping inside her at the same time.

Naala's breath hitched at the feeling of being stretched out. This was their first time since Samar and she had almost forgotten how it felt.

A small moan escaped her lips as Hassan started to give her slow but steady strokes, holding her in place.

"Never gets old," Hassan grunted into Naala's ear making her grow wetter.

Hassan sped up, causing Naala's mouth to gape open but no sound escaped. She wrapped her legs around him, her legs shaking intensely.

"Wait baby, I'm gonna cum," Naala said breathlessly as Hassan carried on giving her deep strokes.

"Shit," Hassan mumbled, he knew he had to pull out but it felt too good and in that moment, Naala would have ten more of his babies.

"Not yet," He said sliding out of her, "What you said you were gonna do?"

Naala smiled tiredly and straddled his lap, slowly sliding down onto his thick dick, moaning from the pressure.

When she found her rhythm, Naala moved up and down on his shaft effortlessly. Hassan couldn't help but to groan at the feeling of Naala's wetness wrapped around him.

He knew it was only a matter of time before he came and after a few more strokes, that's exactly what he did.

"Ahh," Naala squealed as she came right along with him, her body collapsing on top of his.

They stayed in silence, nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing filling the air. When Naala caught her breath, she rolled over and laid on top of Hassan.

"I'm thirsty, do you want a drink?" Naala asked kissing the side of his face.

"I'll get it," Hassan said tapping her ass. "Open the rest of your stuff," He pointed to the nightstand which had another medium sized box.

"Okay," Naala muttered softly rolling off of him. She sat up, holding the comforter to her chest and reached over for the box.

Opening it, she was confused. "We're going on vacation?" Naala called out.

"Read it properly!" Hassan shouted back grabbing the bottle of champagne and two glasses.

"LaLa Airlines," Naala mumbled to herself still confused until she connected the dots.

"Hassan please tell me you didn't buy me a fricking plane?" Naala screamed jumping up from the bed.

"Why go on someone else's when you have your own?" Hassan shrugged setting the stuff down, just in time for Naala to jump him.

"Baby," She squealed kissing his lips repeatedly. "I love you so much," She said in between kisses,

"Why are you doing this? You know your birthday is coming up, how do I top this?" Naala complained laying her head on his shoulder.

"You gon give me another baby?" Hassan asked her quietly,

"Anything but that," Naala sighed looking up at him.

"Not yet, I know I'm just fucking with you," Hassan said holding her hand. "We using the plane next week,"

"Where we going?" Naala smiled lightly leaning into him.

"I planned a little couples trip, no kids just us," Hassan responded, he expected Naala to say no, and claim she needed to be home with Samar.

"Did you invite my sister?" Naala muttered tiredly,

"I did, she's coming," Hassan nodded. Naala took his face with her two hands and kissed him lightly.

"One day you're gonna get back everything you do for us. You keep me sane San, which isn't easy but I really appreciate you for that," Naala confessed.

"I'd die before I'd let anything bad happen to you or our boys, y'all are my world," Hassan said lowly kissing her head.

"Is it nap time now?" Naala said with her eyes shut,

"Go to sleep," Hassan chuckled adjusting them in the bed so she could lay comfortably on his chest.

Naala Miani Love

I rolled over and squinted at the sun peaking through the blinds. I didn't even realise I slept through the night, that had been my first proper nights sleep in six weeks.

I felt around the bed for Hassan but he wasn't there so I got up and walked into the bathroom. I was in love with this house, it was everything I've ever wanted and more and I got to share it with the one I care about.

The inside of my thigh ached because of last night activities, I'm pretty sure my hair was fucked up.

Looking in the mirror, I combed my hair back with my hands, until something got stuck making me pull my hand out.

I had to blink a few times for my eyes to adjust and when they did, the scream left my mouth effortlessly.

"Hassan!" I screamed staring at my hand,

"What?" He called back. I heard him jogging up the stairs but I didn't take my eyes off my hand.

"Is that a yes?" He laughed holding my hand.

"Hassan, this is an engagement ring," I spoke quietly taking in the huge diamond. "You want me to marry you?" I couldn't help but tear up at that.

"If you will let me," Hassan said lifting my chin up. "I was thinking of a way to propose and when I couldn't think of one, I just put the ring on your finger,"

Before I could answer, he got down on one knee infront of me.

"Naala Love you are truly my biggest blessing in this life. I can't think of a reason why I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life with you, I'm completely in love with you mama. I ain't good with words but for you, I'ma learn."

"I ain't perfect, I get mad, I lash out but you keep me grounded, you remind of my purpose, will you marry me baby?" At this point I was in full blown tears, like Annaliese Keating tears, the snot and all.

"Yeah," I nodded sniffing,

"Yeah?" He asked kissing my hand,

"Yes, I'll marry you San," I said again pulling him up and hugging him tight.

"I love you," He said into my hair. "More than you know mama," It felt good, but I felt weird. I was being shown genuine love, love that didn't hurt.

"Please don't hurt me," I cried in his arms. "I don't think I'd be able to deal with that,"

"Those niggas didn't know how to love you Naala, I'm not like that," He said to me. "One day you're gonna see that, if it means I gotta show your everyday then fuck it."

With that, my heart was full. There was nowhere or no one I wanted to be with at the moment - just him.

A/n -I really enjoy writing about these two, it reminds me of why I started the what is love series. P.s Love Mia 🤍