Revelations and realizations

Jonas paced the living room as the anticipation was killing him. It had been close to 30 minutes since the Darwish family had disappeared upstairs. Even from downstairs he could hear the loud sobs of Zara. Part of him feared the worst and wanted to run upstairs to check up on her. However he also did not want to interfere in something he did not understand. So Jonas decided to stay downstairs, much to his agony.

This however in hindsight would be the right decision to make, as Zara would tell him in the far future after their marriage. Zara very much needed it and the couple unanimously agreed that Jonas' presence back then would've probably ruined the moment or at the very least brought about some hilarious misunderstandings.

The heavy footsteps of Zara, that he had memorized over his many stays at her house, coming down the stairs alert Jonas and he keeps his eyes glued to the stairway. He finally sees her, with a strange happy glow to her face, which was obviously not what he had expected.

Zara confidently walks over to Jonas and stands a foot away from him. He looks up at the 8 inch taller woman in front of him and asks if everything is okay.

"Everything's just fine. I'll tell you all about it in some time."

"Ooookay....are you sure everything is fine? You're acting strange....almost as if someone removed a part of you.."

"Hmm... or perhaps something was added back today..."

Jonas still gives her a cautious look. He does not know what to expect from this changed person.

"Jonas...tell me something...do you have a crush on me?"

"....fffwhaaatt?? I-I-I don't know wh-what you're, I mean why...fuck...I mean, where is this coming from Zara?"

Zara proceeds to carefully remove her hijab. She then folds it very neatly and places it on the coffee table.

"Zara! Your parents are home! What will your dad say?!" Jonas exclaims in a loud whisper.

"Don't worry about them Jonas. Just answer my question. Do you have a crush on me? Because, I do. I have huge fucking crush on you."

Jonas is extremely unsure of how to respond. He did have a crush on her. And he was planning on asking her out...eventually. He never expected her to be the one to boldly proposition him and was completely blindsided by her decision. He doesn't respond for a good minute and a half, enough to make the silence extremely awkward. He tries to go through various scenarios in his head to try to figure out a way to respond to her.

"It's not that hard you dumbass!" Zara closes the distance and gently holds his face in her hands and bends down to give him a very sweet kiss on the lips. Thankfully Jonas isn't that dense to ignore a kiss and reciprocates her gentle intensity.

Zara breaks the kiss and keeps her forehead pressed to his and asks him the same question once again.

"I do, Zara. I do have a crush on you. I've had it for quite some time now."

"I know."

"Yeah...wait...you knew?"

"Of course I knew you idiot. You started coming over to my house for the smallest reasons and you've been doing that for 2 years now. It's painfully obvious to anyone who sees us together at school and it is painfully obvious to my Mama and Baba as well. It's one of the many reasons my Baba was vary of you. Mama would tease me about it quite a bit as well whenever Baba wasn't around."

"Oh.."

"Exactly!"

"Then why didn't you say anything sooner?"

"I...I was afraid of destroying our friendship and... and I was afraid of Baba."

"Hmm... I'm guessing something good came out of your meeting upstairs."

"You can say that." Zara says with a smile that would melt Jonas every time he saw it.

Zara lets go of Jonas' face and wraps her arms around him and pulls him close to her, squishing her breasts against his chest. Since Zara had to bend down to hug him, Jonas gently pulls her down until they are both sitting on the ground in each others embrace to make it easier to keep the hug going. Jonas is now sitting on Zara's lap and none of them gave a damn about how it looked. All that mattered in that moment was their warm embrace of each other. The world seemed to disappear all around them until they were the only ones left.

Zara could feel Jonas's warm breath on her cold neck. She takes a deep whiff of his hair which smelled very much like vanilla and freshly baked cookies. Jonas places his lips on her neck and gives careful kisses right up to her ear. Zara gives a soft moan in response to his ministrations.

"Uh...I just felt something bump against my butt."

"It's all your fault....you blockhead." she says the the last part in barely audible whisper.

"Are we...are we going to do it?"

"Of course. You need to take responsibility for being so....so..."

"Moronic?"

"....adorably cute...you moron."

Jonas chuckles.

"You won't leave me after you see it, will you?"

"Fuck no," Jonas says immediately with conviction. "I can be kinda dumb but I'm not an asshole. I'll always be with you no matter what size you're packing. Although...the very fact that you had to ask that question....how big is it?"

Zara simple traces her pointer finger along the length of Jonas' back and stops at the top of his butt. Jonas doesn't understand at first but his eyes widen in shock as he realizes how big it would be.

"Oh my. Yo...you're really packing a weapon downstairs aren't you?"

Zara pinches Jonas' sides and he yelps in pain.

"Ow! I meant that as a compliment!"

Another pinch.

"Ow ow!! Okay okay!!" Jonas then just buries his face into the crook of her neck and holds her for a few more moments, feeling her monster throb beneath his butt. Zara caresses his head with one hand while the other strokes his back.

*growl*

"....was that your stomach, Jonas?"

".....I maybe hungry and your kitchen smells wonderful right now."

Zara gives a chuckle and lets go of Jonas and helps him up off the ground.

"C'mon, I think Mom's cooking Pilaf. It should be done by now."

Not a moment too soon the newly formed couple hears Mariam's heavier footstep coming down the stairs. Zara quickly puts some distance between her and Jonas. Mariam, upon descending the stairs, sees them both awkwardly standing apart from each other and looking at her. She notices her daughter's folded hijab and the couple's flushed faces and puts two and two together. She smiles to herself before giving them her best motherly announcer voice.

"Who's hungry for some Pilaf!"