It's been three days since the family dinner, three days since since we met the twins, three days since me and Zayyad started making real progress in this relationship.
We were in the living room watching a movie, Zayyad's head on my thighs but he wasn't concentrating on the television but on his phone.
The i********: dude must be doing his stuffs there, but i was watching a really good movie and we were both minding our business.
A shrill sound of a phone ringing cut through the peaceful atmosphere making me glance down at Zayyad.
He muttered a sorry and swiped at the screen to answer his phone.
"Hello mama, how are you" he waited for a while, allowing her to answer, "what's wrong, where are you" he removed his head from where it was resting on my thighs and sat down on the couch pro
