Amun stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes longer shaving his face. After that he turned off the bathroom light and began to make his way downstairs, staying quiet enough not to wake the kids. He could already smell the aroma of coffee. He turned to walk into the kitchen and smiled at Kebi before speaking. “Is this better?” Amun asked trailing his hand on his jawline.
Kebi hummed as she rummaged through the refrigerator, pulling out eggs and milk to make pancakes as promised. She pursed her lips when she thought of the cleaning that would await her once breakfast was complete, so she pulled the waffle machine out from a cupboard, smiling in satisfaction and twisting to the coffee machine when the warm, rich aroma of roasted coffee beans filled the air.
Amun smiled as he approached, rubbing his chin with his large, strong hands. Kebi dragged her teeth along her bottom lip, reaching out to him and embracing him. “Hmm…” she hummed, rubbing her nose along his now clean-shaven face, the rich smell of aftershave filling her nose. “Much better…” she purred, bringing her lips to his again for another deep kiss. Pulling away, she turned and filled two cups of coffee, giving him one and taking the other.
The Al-Marzook Medical Center Mosque in Kuwait City by I.E. Zekaria Partnership in 1986. The mosque is designed using traditional Islamic forms that span from Morocco to Afghanistan. It accomplishes this by utilizing Iraqi pointed arches, Moroccan zelij tiles, North African woodwork, and Persian reflection pools. The complex is clad in marble and Andalusian tiles. The gates however were made by local Kuwait brass workers. In addition, the dome is plated in gold.
"Yes of course, I’m only being polite. A women should be allowed to at least have some privacy now and then." Amun kissed Kebi back, lingering in the moment. "I love you too." His words were slightly muffled as he spoke, trying not to break their kiss. A few seconds later he broke for a breath of air and kissed Kebi’s red cheek.
She tugged at him hungrily, smiling as he continued to kiss her despite his words. When he pulled away, she pouted slightly, but he fixed that with a soft kiss on her cheek. Kebi pressed closer to him for a hug before reaching for a hair tie and pulling back her hair in a ponytail. “I am going downstairs to start breakfast,” she smiled, laying a hand on his cheek before leaving him to clean up.
She padded to each of their children’s rooms quietly, sneaking a glance inside each. Kai, their eldest, had managed to kick everything off his bed save for the pillow supporting his messy bedhead. Teremun was curled up on his side under thin sheets, his face peaceful. Khepri, their youngest, slept surrounded by her stuffed animals, a tiger draped over her stomach and a polar bear under her arm. Smiling, Kebi made it downstairs, and the first thing she did was set up the coffee machine.
”Kebi can you read me a story?” Nessie asked motioning for Benjamin to sit down and when he did Nessie basically crawled up into his lap. ”I haven’t gotten to play with you yet,” Nessie said obvious she was getting tired.
She was surprised at the child’s comfort around her and Benjamin, and sat next to Benjamin as requested. Kebi had never been asked for a story from a child, and it all felt strange. She had not had such direct dealings with children since her time as a slave, and that was four thousand years ago. “I suppose so, yes. Anything in particular?” she asked, looking at Renesmee.
Amun sat up and ran his hand through his hair then dragged the same hand down his face and jaw line before resting it on the bed sheets in front of him. “And so will I.” He yawned and stretched his arms out before sighing and getting out of bed.
After getting into a pair of clothes for the day he walked over to the bathroom and made sure that Kebi was decent before entering. Amun wrapped his arms around her waist and rubbed the side of his face against her cheek, the tiny bristles made a quiet rough sound and a chuckle escaped his lips.
Flushing, Kebi tugged on a fresh shirt, adjusting her slacks on her hips before picking up a brush. She ran it through her hair a few times until her hair was less tangled though no less wild. The door moved open a centimeter, and she smirked before letting her husband inside. His embrace was calming, his beard rough. She watched in the mirror as her cheek turned red where he rubbed against her, and turns in his arms so that they are chest to breast.
"Ten years and three children later and you still wait until I am fully clothed," she laughed softly, reaching up and pressing her hands on his scruffy cheeks. "I love you,” she breathed, pressing her nose into his before pressing her lips firmly against him.