She rushes to open the door with a girlish smile. He smirks. They talk, but every gesture is flirty. She takes off his coat and his hand finds it way around her waist holding her close to him, as if he's been far away, like a sailor. Papa! The children rush to embrace him, all at once, all together. She retires to watching him from the kitchen island. He's cute, you know.
It's maghrib now, they prayed jemaah, he lead them, and then he recited Qur'an with them. They had dinner. It was lively. They helped. Time passes so swiftly, playtime over, homework time over, they're sleeping so soundly. She showers, puts on an alluring n light fragrance, n lotion, n beautiful soft clothes. He creeps up from behind and kisses her collarbone. She melts. If there is a heaven on earth, this is it, this is it. It's not Kashmir, it just so happens to be that there is one in this heaven. How could it not be blissful with miracle kids, and the biggest miracle of all, His Love and Mercy and Blessings.
---She wakes up early and takes a hot shower. Now that she's fresh and not so sleepy, she prays a few rakaahs and her beautiful recitation wakes him up too. He wakes up the children for congregational prayers. Time to get ready for the day while she makes their breakfast and packs lunch. She then retires to reading, shopping, gardening, learning a new skill, keeping in touch with friends and family, housekeeping, et cetera. It's a new day..