Chapter 142: Missed Mummy and Daddy
Mira stirred awake as the soft rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. She shifted slightly, the comforting pressure of a strong arm still wrapped securely around her. Zamian was there beside her, his warmth radiating against her skin. His presence, solid and unwavering, always made her feel safe.
"Good morning, love," his deep, velvety voice rumbled softly, breaking the morning silence like a gentle caress.
Mira’s cheeks flushed instantly, a rosy tint spreading across her skin. Her heart fluttered at the sound of his voice, the way it always seemed to ground her in that perfect moment. Turning her head slowly, she met his gaze, the intensity in his eyes matching the tenderness in his words. Her lips curved into a shy smile, her voice barely above a whisper. "Good morning to you too," she replied, her voice quiet but filled with warmth, her gaze holding his for a moment longer than necessary.
Zamian smiled, his hand lightly brushing a strand of hair from her face before he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. The simple gesture made Mira’s heart flutter again, and she felt the warmth of it spread through her chest. She felt completely at peace in his arms, the world outside their little bubble fading away. Unable to suppress the growing blush on her cheeks, she slipped out of bed, murmuring softly about needing a bath before heading to the bathroom. As she walked, she could still feel his eyes on her, and it sent a small shiver down her spine.
Later, both Zamian and Mira sat at the dining table, sharing a peaceful breakfast. The only sound in the room was the gentle clinking of cutlery against their plates. Each movement felt deliberate, the quiet of the moment almost sacred in its simplicity. They ate in companionable silence, savoring the comfort of each other’s presence. The usual bustling routine of life seemed to pause for them, and Mira felt a deep sense of contentment in those rare quiet moments.
Zamian broke the silence first. His voice was calm and steady, but there was a warmth in it that made Mira feel that much closer to him. "We’ll pick up our princess first thing," he said, glancing at her over the rim of his coffee cup. His gaze softened, and Mira couldn’t help but smile at the way he always referred to their little girl.
Mira nodded in agreement, offering a small smile before they both returned to their meal. The ease of their shared understanding didn’t require many words, as it often was between them. It was the unspoken bond that held them together, that same comfort that had grown between them since their first meeting.
After breakfast, they made their way to the car. The air was fresh and cool, the world outside their home still settling into the day. As they entered the car, the atmosphere remained relaxed. They settled in for the day ahead, the world outside seeming distant as they prepared to pick up their daughter. Mira leaned her head against the window, gazing out at the passing scenery, her thoughts turning inward.
In the back seat, little Zami sat with endless curiosity gleaming in her eyes. She watched the world go by as the car moved smoothly along the road. Her tiny hands pressed against the cool glass of the window, and every now and then, she would turn to James, their driver, her eyes wide with a new question on her lips. She peppered him with a steady stream of inquiries, each one more eager than the last. James, ever patient, smiled as he answered her, doing his best to satisfy her insatiable curiosity. His voice was calm and warm, and little Zami’s bright eyes shone with wonder as she took in every word.