Time no longer felt like a luxury for Malik. Not after finding out that their ending would be tragic one way or another. Fortunately, they had a choice on how their lives would end.
Nine months and here he was watching his beloved. A fond and proud smile lazily lingered on his lips. His fingers were in captive between hers.
Maimuna's head rested on her man's chest. She was focused on the task at hand which was playing with his fingers. She would occasionally let go and pick up a grape from the bowl beside them.
She looked up, raising the grape to Malik's lips. He opened up for her, letting her feed him. Maimuna shifted her posture until she was completely facing him.
She was curious about something. "My Lord, we haven't decided on the names for our children yet. Do you have any suggestions?"
Malik's smile faltered, a serious look taking over his initially lazy relaxed one. He had thought of names for them before.