He grinned, and she was shocked to the core by the tears in his eyes. She had traveled the world and seen many things, but this was possibly the most rare and wonderful thing.
“This is a fairytale,” he said tenderly. “Yours and mine.”
Epilogue
Bedelia paused as she entered the triplets' bedroom. There were three beds, but all three of the children were clustered around Jahin on one of them, listening with fierce intensity as he read to them from a book of traditional Muneazil stories.
In this rare moment of quiet, she stood in the shadows to watch them.
Anwar, the oldest, leaned in as if there were secrets in the story that might reveal the world to him. It was an old story, and she could see him mouthing the words along with his father, not reading yet, but Bedelia thought that wouldn't be far off.
Rahi sat back, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked more skeptical than her brother, and from the moment she had learned to talk, she was always asking why and how.
Hadya, youngest of the three, smaller and more delicate than either of her siblings, simply curled up against Jahin's hip, eyes half-closed and content. She was Bedelia's dreamer, the one who felt things more strongly, who was always ready to play pretend.
Jahin looked up when she came into the room.
“Hello, love,” he said, and suddenly there were four pairs of copper eyes watching her, and the love she felt for all of them was almost too much to bear.
“Hello,” she said with a soft smile, coming properly into the room. “How's story time going?”
“Baba is telling us the story of Meelia, the flower girl,” Anwar said. “She is crying so much that the valley is full of flowers, but we don't know how it is going to end.”
“Oh that's easy, my dears,” she said, coming to sit with her husband and children. “They all lived happily ever after.”
THE END
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