It was the late afternoon, and Sara sat curled up on the couch, watching something quietly on TV. The gentle hum of laughter reached her ears. Kairo and Zayn were sprawled on the carpet, surrounded by toys, laughing over something only a father and son could find that funny.
he was just a boy playing with his baby boy. His laughter filled every corner of the house, his childish banter matching Zayn's perfectly. Sara's heart softened watching them, two halves of her world tangled up in innocent joy.
After a while, Zayn's energy gave out. He rubbed his eyes, mumbled a sleepy protest, and within minutes, Kairo had scooped him up and tucked him gently into his little bed. He brushed his fingers through Zayn's hair, kissed his forehead softly, and stood there for a moment, just looking at his son with quiet love.
When he finally walked back to the couch, he flopped beside Sara dramatically, resting his head on the back cushion and looking at her.She raised one eyebrow to feel his gaze, amused. "What?"
He leaned toward her, eyes glinting with mischief. "Zayn fell asleep," he whispered.
"So?" she asked, though her lips curved slightly.
He leaned closer, lowering his voice, playful as ever. "So… don't you think we should finish what was rudely interrupted this morning?"
Her cheeks warmed instantly. "I'm not in the mood," she said, turning away to hide her reaction. "And by the way, don't you think you're crossing your limits again? I still haven't officially approved you as my husband yet."
His face fell dramatically, eyes wide, lips parted, looking adorably betrayed. "That's not fair," he grumbled. "We were this close to making Zayn a sibling. Then Dad had to show up like some villain."
Sara burst into laughter at his sulking tone.
He leaned closer, pretending to pout. "You told my dad that I've been a wonderful husband," he said, eyes soft, voice teasing, "Now, how about you love this wonderful husband a little? He's been love-deprived for years."
She bit back a laugh. "I said that to save you from getting scolded."
Kairo narrowed his eyes. "So you lied to my father?"
"No," she said sweetly. "I just… creatively saved you from trouble."
He glared at her, narrowing his eyes in mock annoyance. She bit her lip, trying hard not to laugh, but the corner of her mouth betrayed her.
That was all it took.
He smirked, suddenly lunging forward, pinning her down on the couch. Her laughter broke out instantly as he hovered over her, his voice low and teasing. "Oh, really? Then why did you sound like you didn't like it when Dad was doubting me, huh? Why, soda glass, tell me."
She squirmed under him, laughing breathlessly. "I think you misunderstood! I just saved you from getting married to someone else!"
He tilted his head, his expression mischievous. "And why would you do that?"
She blinked, caught off guard for a second, then cleared her throat. "Because you were getting forced. I just thought, poor man, someone should save him from a forced marriage." She grinned, trying to play it cool.
He smirked again, leaning toward her. "Admit it, you little stalker. You care about me, and you're dying to love me."
She said, laughing, "Not at all! Why would I?" teasing him.
He squinted his eyes at her, pretending to be offended. "You're enjoying my suffering, aren't you?"
She tried to push him away, laughing.
He grinned wickedly, tightening his hold around her, and leaned closer, his lips brushing near her ear as he whispered. "Remember, soda glass… the day I get you completely, don't expect me to be a gentleman."
"Asshole," she muttered, still smiling.
He chuckled, eyes gleaming. "And yet, you married this asshole who's been waiting for years to devour that one hole," he said shamelessly.
Her cheeks flamed instantly, her heartbeat stumbling. He could feel it beneath his palm and smirked, pressing his forehead against hers, voice dropping lower, rough, teasing, dangerous.
"That night on the rooftop," he murmured, "the hot meal I tasted, damn, I still remember it." He licked his lips slowly, his eyes locked on her flustered face.
Her breath hitched. He was enjoying every second of her reaction.
"I still haven't tasted you properly, darling," he whispered, his tone sinfully low. "From top to bottom… upper lip to the lower one… all at once."
"Kairo…" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.
He smirked, brushing his nose against hers. "What?" he asked, already knowing exactly what he was doing to her.
She tried to push him away, but he caught her wrists, laughing under his breath."Going forward," he teased, voice low and playful, "I promise to take you in every single position, all sixty-nine of them."
Her eyes widened. "fuck off, you asshole!" she snapped, shoving him harder this time. He fell back beside her, laughing uncontrollably.
She grabbed a cushion and started hitting him with it for his shameless, unholy thoughts and confession. "You unholy creature!"
"Ouch! Why are you hitting me?" he laughed, shielding himself. "I just confessed how much I love you, and how I'm gonna love you. I'm love-deprived, baby."
"You're not love-deprived, you're sex-deprived!" she retorted. "And don't you dare experiment with me!"
He grinned, then leaned over and kissed her lips softly before she could protest.
"If I were only sex-deprived," he murmured against her lips, "I'd have gone to someone else to satisfy it. But I don't want anyone else." His voice dropped, sincere and warm. "I crave only you, your touch, your lips, your breath, your voice, your warmth, your skin, your chest, your heart, your arms, your legs, your thighs, and your pus…"
"Enough," she interrupted, cheeks burning.
He chuckled, brushing his forehead against hers. "Let me finish, darling," he whispered. "I want everything about you. every single damn thing"
She looked at him, her voice softer now. "And why is that?"
His gaze deepened, a faint smile curving his lips. "Because it's you," he said quietly. "You're the one my heart keeps craving for, desperately, hopelessly."
He kissed her softly again, his voice trembling with emotion."I'm madly in love with you, Sara… infinitely. And I can't help it."
His eyes gleamed with a mix of love and longing as he looked at her. "You've ruined me for good, you know that? I'm completely fucked up, but I don't regret a single moment spent with you."
Her heart raced, thudding against her chest as he continued, his words raw and unfiltered. "You can push me, yell at me, even hit me or slap me, I don't care. I'll take it all, happily, if it's from you. Kick me, break me, love me, own me, I'll accept everything as long as it's you."
He sounded delirious, almost drunk on emotion. She lightly slapped his cheek, shaking her head. "Don't say such absurd things to anyone, idiot."
He chuckled softly, snuggling into her arms like a child. "I won't. These privileges are only for my soda glass… my lady stalker," he mumbled against her skin.
She couldn't help but smile, wrapping her arms around him. "You really know how to sweet-talk a woman, don't you?"
He grinned, pressing a gentle kiss along her jaw. "Only to my soda glass," he whispered.
She hit his arm playfully, laughing under her breath as he snuggled closer, her hopelessly dramatic, endlessly lovable fool, finally at peace in her arms after all those wild, ridiculous confessions.