MY LIFE AS A STEPMOM🖤✅|COMPLETED

23-TWENTY THREE🧡

"Yes, we've all eaten."

"Alright, then go. And don't let me catch up with you," I playfully warned.

"Alright, Mama," she pouted.

"Go now."

"Wait, I want to check up on the twins first," she said and made her way to their cradle.

"Awww, They're asleep," she cooed.

"Please, Feeyah, go do what I asked you," I reminded her.

"Okay, sorry, Mama. I'm going," she tiptoed to the door.

"And, Aunty Farhan, please, I want makeup," Feeyah said to Farhan.

"If your mother agrees," they both looked at me.

"Mama, will you agree, please?" she pouted.

"If you get makeup, Noorie will insist on it too, Feeyah."

"Mummy, just leave that girl. Please agree, just this once," she pleaded.

"Alright, then," I sighed.

"Yippee!" she squealed and skipped out of the room, with the girls laughing along.

"Allah ya shirya," I giggled.

"I want to be a mother," Ibty said.

"Then go get married, madam," I playfully hit her, and she glared at me.

"Your hand hurts," she teased.

"Sorry, Ibtilo."

"Stop calling me that." She snapped.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm getting married next week," Mimi excitedly declared.

"Gosh!" Ibty muttered and rolled her eyes.

"Agghhhhhh!" Amirah exclaimed.

"Must you remind us?" Farhan eyed her.

"Oops, sorry," she laughed at them.

"Guys, stop getting annoyed and go get married too," I stated, and they all turned to give me a glare.

Then, suddenly, Afeena woke up and started crying.

"Mimi, please, pass her to me," I requested.

"Alright," she gently carried her and handed her over to me.

"Daddy's princess, you've awakened?" I kissed her little nose and zipped my top down to breastfeed her. When she finished suckling, I fixed my blouse and handed her over to Ibty.

"I'll be back; let me go and get dressed for the photoshoot."

"Aren't you going to dress the twins first?" she asked.

"I will, but I want to get dressed first. I'll be right back."

"Okay," she replied, and I left the room, heading to Abubakar's room. I found Safeeya, Ansar, and Noorie already there.

"Safeeya, here's your clothes. Get dressed, and Ansar, yours too," I said, handing them their outfits.

I carried Noorie to the bathroom and bathed her again since she got herself dirty. After we came out, I got her dressed up.

"My babies, you look so beautiful and handsome," I admired.

"Thank you, Mama," they replied.

"Mama, can we go now?" Noorie asked.

"No, you won't go anywhere. Stay here."

"But, Mummy, why?"

"Because I know you will spoil your dress again, Noorie."