Sweet Submission (Devil's Sons Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Kathryn Thomas
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examine. Something in her knew who was on the phone even before the surprise sound of her mother’s voice spilled over the line.
“Afia Amini, please,” said Fatima.
“Maman,” Afia choked on a sob. “Maman, is that you?”
Fatima replied stiffly, “This is Fatima Amini. I was calling to…because I…Well, how are you?”
Afia sat heavily down on the side of her bed, not knowing what to say, where to start. From the bathroom, she heard water slosh as Sam climbed from the tub, and she looked up at him with tear soaked eyes when he came into the room. He had heard her say, “Maman.” Sam stared at Afia, amazed at whatever miraculous work had coerced Fatima to reach out after all these years, especially just as they were talking about her.
“I’m well, Maman,” Afia said, laughing through her tears. “You won’t believe me, but just moments ago I was wondering aloud about you and Baba. You…you stopped taking my calls. I worried. All these years, I worried about you.”
She heard her mother suck in a shaky breath. “We’ve been much the same, Afia. It’s lonely without you and Rayan.”
Afia’s voice hitched as she murmured, “Oh, Maman, but I’m here. I’ve been here all along. I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you, too.”
“I thought you hated me,” Afia whispered.
“How can a mother hate that which comes of her very own loins?”
“Yes…I have two now. Children. Twins.” There was silence again. “They’re beautiful children, Maman. I named them Arayan and Taraneh. They’re three years old.” She heard Fatima crying on the other end, and it made Afia cry harder—though the tears were joy. Sam rushed to Afia and sat next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she leaned against his chest. She bravely pressed on, “I’d very much like for you to meet them.”
“I want to,” Fatima said in a small voice. “Afia…just know that I love you and I’ve always loved you. I’ll never stop.”
“I know that now, Maman. I love you, too,” Afia sobbed. Sam wiped her tears and kissed her cheek, whispering soothingly at her side. “I know how hard it must have been for you to call. I thank you so much for reaching out to me.”
“I saved the number you called from those many years ago. I saved it all this time. It should not have taken me so long. I’m just…I’m an old woman set in her ways. I hope you can forgive me for that, my child.”
“It’s forgiven and forgotten.” Afia smiled, and Sam nodded encouragingly. He was overjoyed that her family was trying to reconnect. He was so proud of Afia for being big enough to bury the hatchet, too.
Fatima Amini replied, “Now, about these grandchildren of mine. I think perhaps little feet pitter pattering around the house is just what Rashad and I need. We would like for you to come for a visit…you and your husband.”
They were the words Afia had been waiting to hear for nearly half a decade. She covered her mouth to muffle her cries of happiness. Through the tears, she found the words to say, “Thank you, Maman. We’ll come.” And, when she hung up the phone, Afia realized she had truly found paradise. It was the place where love outlasted traditions. It was the place where cultures clashed and merged to create a beautiful amalgam. It was right next to her husband, with her children, and her parents finally pushing past their bigotry to try to develop acceptance. Created from one soul, Sam and Afia’s life together was in harmony at long last, as it would remain for the rest of their days.
THE END
I created you from one soul, and from the soul I created its mate so that you may live in harmony and love.
–The Quran
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BOOK 1 of the NIGHT RIDERS MOTORCYCLE CLUB trilogy
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“Afia Amini, please,” said Fatima.
“Maman,” Afia choked on a sob. “Maman, is that you?”
Fatima replied stiffly, “This is Fatima Amini. I was calling to…because I…Well, how are you?”
Afia sat heavily down on the side of her bed, not knowing what to say, where to start. From the bathroom, she heard water slosh as Sam climbed from the tub, and she looked up at him with tear soaked eyes when he came into the room. He had heard her say, “Maman.” Sam stared at Afia, amazed at whatever miraculous work had coerced Fatima to reach out after all these years, especially just as they were talking about her.
“I’m well, Maman,” Afia said, laughing through her tears. “You won’t believe me, but just moments ago I was wondering aloud about you and Baba. You…you stopped taking my calls. I worried. All these years, I worried about you.”
She heard her mother suck in a shaky breath. “We’ve been much the same, Afia. It’s lonely without you and Rayan.”
Afia’s voice hitched as she murmured, “Oh, Maman, but I’m here. I’ve been here all along. I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you, too.”
“I thought you hated me,” Afia whispered.
“How can a mother hate that which comes of her very own loins?”
“Yes…I have two now. Children. Twins.” There was silence again. “They’re beautiful children, Maman. I named them Arayan and Taraneh. They’re three years old.” She heard Fatima crying on the other end, and it made Afia cry harder—though the tears were joy. Sam rushed to Afia and sat next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she leaned against his chest. She bravely pressed on, “I’d very much like for you to meet them.”
“I want to,” Fatima said in a small voice. “Afia…just know that I love you and I’ve always loved you. I’ll never stop.”
“I know that now, Maman. I love you, too,” Afia sobbed. Sam wiped her tears and kissed her cheek, whispering soothingly at her side. “I know how hard it must have been for you to call. I thank you so much for reaching out to me.”
“I saved the number you called from those many years ago. I saved it all this time. It should not have taken me so long. I’m just…I’m an old woman set in her ways. I hope you can forgive me for that, my child.”
“It’s forgiven and forgotten.” Afia smiled, and Sam nodded encouragingly. He was overjoyed that her family was trying to reconnect. He was so proud of Afia for being big enough to bury the hatchet, too.
Fatima Amini replied, “Now, about these grandchildren of mine. I think perhaps little feet pitter pattering around the house is just what Rashad and I need. We would like for you to come for a visit…you and your husband.”
They were the words Afia had been waiting to hear for nearly half a decade. She covered her mouth to muffle her cries of happiness. Through the tears, she found the words to say, “Thank you, Maman. We’ll come.” And, when she hung up the phone, Afia realized she had truly found paradise. It was the place where love outlasted traditions. It was the place where cultures clashed and merged to create a beautiful amalgam. It was right next to her husband, with her children, and her parents finally pushing past their bigotry to try to develop acceptance. Created from one soul, Sam and Afia’s life together was in harmony at long last, as it would remain for the rest of their days.
THE END
I created you from one soul, and from the soul I created its mate so that you may live in harmony and love.
–The Quran
Check out other titles by Kathryn Thomas
FREE for Kindle Unlimited customers!
Tap the covers to begin reading today!
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BOOK 1 of the NIGHT RIDERS MOTORCYCLE CLUB trilogy
Lauren
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