FINGERS intertwined Malakai pulled Amari towards the front door of her parents’ house two towns away from their apartment.
“Who missed me?!” The young professor yelled right after they entered the threshold.
“I’m in the kitchen.”
They looked at each other when they heard that response.
Amari went along with her girlfriend as they paced toward what seems to be the kitchen.
A middle age, slightly plump woman with the same hair color with Malakai was standing in front of the oven. She was on the shorter side.
“Mom!”
The woman turned. Her face beamed with glee upon seeing Malakai.
Amari watched as her girlfriend embraced the older woman. She hold her closer and lift her before kissing her forehead.
The giggles and chuckles surround the kitchen.
“And who is this beautiful wom
