Day 1

I arrived in LA at about 2. Concious that he dislikes waiting, I ran from queue to queue. Waiting in line, I prayed.. repeating the only three surahs I knew, over and over - something against my logic, but strangely I felt I needed to, and it calmed me. I made it past customs, and with no baggage to pick up I went straight through security.. as I approached the exit I tried to compose myself, calm my nerves. I was excited, but not. Nervousness seemed to override the excitement I had felt before. Omg, what if was not there. What if he wouldn't show up. I mean this would be the ultimate revenge, why not, right? And having experienced his capability for ruthlessness, this thought lingered in the back of my mind as a real possibility.

I emerged from the exit, looked around for him. He wasn't there, omg. I wondered if I even remembered what he looked like. Several faces I had to look at a second time to confirm it wasn't him. I walked for 10 mins looking for him. He definately wasn't there. Maybe he had got the wrong terminal. I found a pay phone, dialed the number that had a few days ago caused me so much distress. 'Pick up, please pick up' I whispered to myself. "Hello" I hear. Relief! I didn't care that his tone was cold - for the first time in 4 months he picked up my call! He said he was running late and would be there in 10 mins. I couldn't help but think that he was purposefully giving me a taste of my own 'late' medicine.. but whatever, my baby was coming! I made my way to the nearest bathroom, made myself presentable and then found a seat to wait at. The wait was terrible, every person that walked by I would think was him, and would silently curse them if they weren't him. More than 25 mins had passed since I last spoke to him. I looked up out of the window, and I see my prince walking towards the door, with his trademark squint. He looks radiant in black, sexy as anything! *Faints*

I shoot up out of my chair and walk towards him hurridly. He sees me, smiles and then hugs me. My heart is pounding fast.. I can't look at him. He hold my hand, I'm in heaven. I am paralysed by his voice, barely being able to answer the questions he is asking me. I can't look at him, I take glances, my heart skips a beat at the sight of him. He is so handsome. I'm so nervous.

We walk hand in hand in awkward conversation. He points to my stomach and tells me I've lost weight - strangely reminiscent to our very first meeting, in exactly the same spot, where he touched my stomach and told me I had a flat tummy. Interesting. Another episode of Deja Vu followed immediately after when he loses his car, again!! LOL. And just like the last time, he tells me to sit on a wall and wait for him while he finds his car. I can't help but giggle to myself while he's gone. How surreal..

We eventually find his car (his baby lol). I climb in. I can't help but feel slightly aroused by the image of him in the driver's seat, with his built sexy tanned arms on the steering wheel.. wow. We drive to iHop!! Yayy. I joke and tell him that he is no longer required lol. To my relief, he laughs at this. He orders an egg omlette with all the trimmings. I order all the greasy junk (thoughts of those mozarella sticks drives me WILD). Omg. We eat up and make our way to la Hilton. It's the same one we stayed at last time. We see the exact same guard from 2 years ago! Vow. We check in, and stumble into our room as usual. We made love -- heavenly pleasure. It's always the best the first time we meet after a long time. Love was made at that moment.. all the tensions of the previous few months just disappeared. We were united, one, in harmony, in love. This was my man, my husband. I was in ecstacy, pure happiness. Finally, finally..

After a power nap we made our way to my baby's residences. A cute lil place next to a graveyard. I found the graveyard fascinating. It was huge, with perfect rows of uniform white headstones, below which actual people lay. I didn't allow myself to go too deep into thought of it. I walked into his apartment. Very small and cosy.. but I didn't like it. There was just a depressive feel to it. Especially in the bedroom. Perhaps I didn't like that three adult beds were crammed into such a small room. Maybe it was the lighting. Maybe it was the mess lol. It was not fit for a king, let alone a God like Him. I don't know, it just didn't rock my boat.. and I felt a deep sense of sadness that my baby had to live here everyday. I didn't like that his precious clothes were scattered everywhere and his bed was not as comfortable as mine. I felt bad for him at that moment.. like really bad. I thought of our future, and how I would make a luxurious home for him. It's ok, I thought, I will make it all better when I come next year.

We had a quickie on his bed - short and sweet! We then went in search of some food. We are such animals lol. He took us close by, to a quiet little street. We park up and walk up and down the street weighing out our options. We settle for a funky lil place on the corner - something diner. I loved the feel of the place, totally American!! Unfortunately we sat beside a party of hyenas. They were too much for us and we left after having just ordered two waters. I spotted a place with eastern writing on the sign. I was feeling some eastern food, and after confirming that it was an Iranian place we decided to go there.

It was unusually quiet in the restaurant. I remember expressing concern at just how quiet it was at a time when in London the restaurants would usually be packed out. We were the only customers there. It had quite a romantic feel to it. Clean and well presented. I remember looking across at my man across the table and thinking how dashing he was looking at that moment.. mine, I sighed. I ordered an aush (my stomach wasn't feeling too good, I felt like something really light), while my husband ordered kebab and rice. The food hit the spot for both of us I think, not bad at all. We talked about stuff, in particular I told him about my plans to apply for a mentoring co-ordinator position within an Afghan organisation. We debated about whether working for another was less valuable than working for one's own name. I loved this convo.. it was the first intelligent conversation I had had in months.. I had been craving such talk. We used to talk about such things all the time. It was a satisfying little dinner.

We then went back to his place, totally loved up after the perfect evening. We went to retire for the night. The both of us tucked into his sweet lil bed. His arm around me, I gazed into his perfect eyes and thanked God for where I was at that moment. I honeslty did not believe I would ever be there again. It was a blessing.. God was kind. I was actually lying in bed with my baby.. it was surreal. I cherished every moment of it. We eventually fell into blissful slumber..