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trigger warning: cute shit only

"How much I owe you this time?" Fatima asked poking her head out from the small kitchen.

Y/N shrugged tightening her grip on the child's hair, "Nothing much, just keep making those meals I like! Oh, and that special tea."

The girl in between her legs sucked her teeth squirming a bit. Y/N finished the last braid before smoothing down her hair, "See, Lay your all done."

The seven-year-old jumped up, "Momma look!"

Fatima poked her head back out from the kitchen, "It looks nice! Did you say thank you?"

The girl spun around and smiled shyly, "Thanks Y/N."

Y/N turned up the cartoons on the television just as the doorbell rang. Layla jumped up, "It's Uncle Walid! I'll get it."

Y/N rolled her eyes and went straight to the kitchen. Fatima was busy cooking a homemade meal. The sweet aroma of spices filled the air. Y/N took a spoonful of rice from the pot earning a glare from her friend.

"Your brother is here."

Fatima giggled, "When is he not here?"

Y/N could hear him in the living room with his niece. Layla's laughter was infectious. Walid sauntered into the kitchen with his usual nonchalant self, "Hey Fatima."

The girl embraced her younger brother into a hug before kissing his cheek, "Aye, you're getting small. You need to eat. Come sit with us for dinner. I'm making some of mom's recipes."

He chuckled before nodding, "Of course, I'll stay."

Y/N stood her ground with an eyebrow raised. "No hello, Walid?"

The two of them had a major dislike for each other. He turned towards her as he exited the kitchen, his finger tracing her belt loop, "Hey, Y/N."

She hit his hand causing him to laugh. "Dumb ass."

Fatima turned to Y/N holding a wooden spoon, "You like him, just admit it."

Y/N took out some plates and utensils, "Hell no, that man is not my type."

"Babe, you have no man. You don't have a type. Plus, I think my little brother has a crush on you."

"No, he's just annoying."

The apartment was almost too small for all of them to fit but it felt like home. Y/N sat on the couch right next to Layla and on the other side of her was Walid. Fatima passed around the plates of food.

"How long are you staying?" Walid seemed to be more invested in Y/N than the plate in front of him.

Y/N snickered, "Does it matter? You might as well move in since you're here all the time."

"What? If anything you're always here."

The bickering continued until Y/N put her empty plate in the kitchen, "Could you two stop bickering for ten seconds?"

Y/N looked at her best friend, "Tell that to your brother, not me."

"Walid, go help Y/N with the dishes! Acting like a bunch of teenagers."

Y/N rolled her eyes as she began washing dishes. The hot water let out steam from the faucet.  Walid's cologne filled her nostrils as he invaded her space clouding her senses, "Go dry those."

"Always bossy." He said bumping her hip as she went to dry the washed dishes.

Y/N laughed scraping the excess food off the plates, "And you're always around."

"I'm around because I like you."

Y/N could feel him right by her side. Before she could speak his lips were on hers. They were soft as he kissed her glossed lips. She moaned when he sucked on her bottom lip lightly biting.

The plate Y/N was holding dropped crashing to the floor. The pieces scattered around the ceramic tile, "Shit."

Authors Note:

ahh I had to cut it off there

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might update a third time but it depends, I gotta go to my night class