Drabble/OS Prompts - #22 up FEB 26 (Index for all prompts on page 1) - Page 14

Originally posted by: Ani-asya

Originally posted by: saida.m

She is naughty!😆 I enjoyed writing this, though 🤣🤣

Glad that you liked it!

I have all my readers to thank. I wouldn't be writing if not for such awesome reviewers! 🤗

Originally posted by: mehr05

Absolutely fantastic! 👏

Originally posted by: mochhug

RES

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

THIS was SO MUCH better than I expected! WOMAN. You are such a mutil faceted writer! Koodos to you!

I LOVE how they were referring to each other as "my wife" and "my husband"

And Zoya's worry of the kids seeing them naked 🤣 Such a caring mother

LOVED IT! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU 😳

Originally posted by: mochhug

HEY! Like the thought didn't cross your mind either! 😆☺️

🤣 🤣 🤣

Originally posted by: snehasya

that was one hot outing but the end was master stroke it kicked me dress yourself she didn't wanted kids to see how they were bought in the world oh god zoya it was perfect zoya

thanks for pm

Originally posted by: Ankita.M

I really like your idea, and its such a brilliant way of penning down ideas as soon as you get them. I read all 4 of them from my phone so couldn't like, but commenting now. Love your writing and love the stories. My most favourite was the one with Asad Zoya and the baby.

An idea from my side - Zoya understanding Asad's insecurities from his childhood regarding his father.

Originally posted by: ap3h7u

Read all the prompts😳...loved them🤗...nice concept😊

Here is the next one in line!

Request by Sanika (-SB-)

Prompt: "First day of school of AsYa kids"

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Zoya knelt down before her babies, busying herself in straightening their adorable clothes that they had picked out weeks ago especially for the first day of school. She was completely obvious to hustle and bustle around them. Their little angel, Aarzoo, or Zuri as her parents called her, was adorable in her little yellow skirt and pale pink shirt, and pink ribbons adorning her French braid. While their little man, Azim was resolute in his khakis and navy jacket.

"Now, remember to be good and do what Ms. Maggie tells you to do," she reminded the pair of them. She couldn't believe her little twins were starting kindergarten already!

"Yes, Ammi," her darling son answered with a bored tone and a slight roll of his eyes. Zoya smoothed his hair and leaned to kiss his cheek.

"Ammi!" he cried as he moved out of his mother's grip. "No kiss! You are barrasin' me!"

Asad chuckled, "Yes, Ammi. You are embarrassing me!" he imitated his son and Zoya scowled at him.

While her son couldn't wait to go, her precious daughter hugged her neck tight, whispering in her ear, "Don't leave me here, Ammi. Peas! I'll be good! I promise! I don't wanna go to stupid school!"

"Oh, baby," Zoya cried, voice thick with tears, "I'll be back to get you when school is over."

"Yes" Asad said, kneeling down to his baby girl, "And then you will tell us all about what fun you did here all day and the new friends you made!"

The little girl sniffled, "Friends? What if they don't like me?" her innocent eyes filled with tears to the brim.

Before her parents could answer, her twin brother looped his arms around her and said, "Come on, Zuri! Everyone always loves you!"

"And you will always have each other. Remember how cool is to be twins? You will always have each other." Asad reminded them and before anyone could stall again, he continued.

"Alright, who's ready to get this show on the road?" Asad asked, placing his hand on his wife's shoulder. "It's almost time and I think that the bell's about to ring."

Hearing his father, Azim grabbed the slings of his backpack tighter and was almost vibrating with the energy and excitement. Zoya, however, was in the same boat as their daughter.

She looked up at her husband, eyes pleading. "Can we..."

"No."

"Zuri wants to go home."

"And Azim wants to go to school."

"Asad," she whined as he helped her up from the floor, her rounding tummy was starting to make it difficult for her to move as nimbly as she was used to in the past. They were expecting their third child in the fall.

He leaned in to nip at the sensitive spot just below her earlobe. "We'll have the house to ourselves to do what we want, where we want, and when we want," he teased, "for hours."

She blinked a couple times, absorbing that little tidbit of information. This pregnancy was proving to be a bit more difficult than the last, since she had two rambunctious children who needed to me minded constantly. Their needs were taking priority over the demands of her hormones.

"Oh!" she breathed.

"Exactly." Asad's eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Alright, lovey doves," she said, kissing the top of each brown little head in turn, "I love you and we'll pick you up this afternoon when school lets out!"

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Note:

Hey Sanika, I hope it was not too short. I just felt that this captured it. I couldn't have made it longer without losing the essence!