𝗟. 𝗔𝗕𝗗𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗛 𝗘𝗟-𝗙𝗔𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗬

"ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴ ᴇɢʏᴘᴛɪᴀɴ sᴜᴘᴇʀʜᴇʀᴏ?" "ɪ ᴀᴍ." ☆ an independent, slightly au portrayal of layla el-faouly; taweret's avatar and the scarlet scarab ☆ mature themes present, crossovers welcome ☆ mirrored description, ships on chem

It's okay, you can call me mommy 💪

That's the perks of having a archeologist slash . . . Anti Indiana Jones? in the family. I'll make some calls. And. . . Yknow you /could/ always go back to school, get an archeology degree.

I mean . . . I might know someone yeah.

Maybe we should go see it.

- remember thinking 'I hope I get to marry him'." She smiled, eyes wet as she reached up to cup his cheeks.

- "You're right. You are you, and you're here. And I'm sorry that I implied that this isn't something you would do for me. I know it is, Marc, I know we've had problems, but you're the kindest man I've met. I remember that first time you took care of me when I was sick, I -

They are learning together. And that's the best thing Layla would ever ask for. It's the best way to be married. She looked back at Marc, expression softening as she set the spoon down. Layla returned to Marc's side, reaching out again for his hands, pulling him closer. -

- hands over his back before heading over to the soup, taking in the smell with a hum. "You cooked /and/ it's Egyptian and it's vegan? Who are you and where is my husband? It smells perfect, I can smell the cumin and it's so good."

It hasn't been lost on Layla, the fact that he's /doing/ things instead of just talking (or ignoring them). And she's doing things too, she's learning about DID and how to be a better partner, she's communicating with Marc. It's good. "We're so lazy," she nodded, rubbing her -

- She reached out to him, and leaned in for a coming home kiss, arms around his hips before laughing a little. "Ugh, I know, you married a woman who doesn't cook. What would my aunties say. . . But you did this all for me? And there's hot water? Oh, ya amar, you didn't have to."

They're already fixing a lot of it. And even Marc just admitting that there's a problem means they're on the right track. A couple years ago, he wouldn't even do that much. "You did?" She smiled, coming to stand in the kitchen with him, curious about what he had cooked. -

- letting out a sigh. "I'm home! Where are you guys? Did. . . Did you cook?"

Wow, that does sound pretty special. He even cooked? No takeout for them tonight? And hot water?? Sure, it's the bare minimum, but it's still nice. She's still going to appreciate it. Letting herself into the flat, Layla kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag by the door, -

She's on her way up in the elevator now, actually. Really glad to be home and definitely in need of spending some time with her husband.

I love you

I — right. I thought so. But then I got . . . Whatever. You're ridiculous, and I love you. And /your/ bush too.

But — am I the Christmas tree then???? And why am I the tree?