Fatima is Atlanta top criminal attorney at her own lawfirm which is rating #1 since she never loose any of her cases ,But during to her family business her dad insist on her getting a body guard
Its the next morning and they was both still asleep same position in each other's arms .Well until Fatima's alarm stared going off
Zac : Turn that thing off ....in his sleepy voice
Fatima : " Graons " Why are you yelling
Zac : What time is is ? Shit
Fatima : What ?
Zac : Its 7 we're both late for work
Fatima : Shit we gotta go
** Zac hold her tight not wanting to let her go
Zac : Five more minutes please
Fatima : Baby i gotta go
Zac : " not yet " Getting teary eyes
Fatima : what's wrong babe?
Zac : I don't wanna let you go
Fatima : Am not leaving you baby its just work
Zac : I know
Fatima : Okay fine five more minutes
* Zac an Fatima stay in bed ,and of course zac wasn't letting up so they got up at 7:30 ,fatima was sore from last night event she could hardly walk ,an the bleeding ease a bit just drops ....they did their morning rountie an was ready by 8:30
Fatima can tell zac was off a bit not in a bad way but in a good way he wanted to be up under her today and she thought it was cute it was one of their love language ,but they both had a busy day so she decided to make the day a bit more excited for them
Fatima : Hey baby lets change an dress alike today , then you can drive me to work and we can have lunch then we will go to dinner and come home and relax and watch a movie
* Zac smile lite up like a christmas tree
Zac : You sure baby
Fatima : Yes baby i am
Zac : Okay so what are we wearing
Fatima : This !!
Zac : Okay i see you lets change
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Their outfit......
Zac : Damn baby we look fly
Fatima : Yes we do baby
Zac : You ready
Fatima : Yep lets go , who's car are we taking
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