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The hard work as a member of the Rtawashist Darshan had paid off to Zayan,giving him an honest job at the Akademya where he had studied.
Despite he hadn't moved for a different place when it came to his work life,he didn't actually dislike it at all.
Being surrounded by the same background of his youth brought him back pleasant memories,where he would study with his friends trying their best to stay quiet without bothering other people,hanging around with them outside and making silly jokes to each other,the gazebo where he had confessed to his first fleeting crushes, but also the memory of where he first locked gaze with her. The woman that stole his heart at first sight, the woman with whom he shared moments that overcame the platonic line,seconds where it felt like their souls were made for each other.
It felt as if they were meant to meet and keep walking on the same path,hand in hand.
And that's what had actually happened.
They were both pretty individuals as much as their hearts,their sociable manners that often left people enchanted,as if they were staring at a work of art that they were intentionally creating together.
Their love was contagious.
Despite how much things had changed in their lives,they always left space for each other, taking steps together as they were getting to know the core of their relationship more and more,sharing many firsts.
The first kiss.
The first " I love you".
The first gifts.
The first trip together.
The first fights and making up.
The first time,so awkward because of their inexperience,but their endearment for each other eventually made even those moments enjoyable.
The first wedding proposal.
The first keys to their home.
And after some time,their first baby.
When Kaveh was born, Zayan and Faranak were struggling to believe they had made such a cute angel,it happened that they would stay in his room,near the cradle.They would hold each other's hands while looking at their baby peacefully sleeping, his little hand holding a piece of the blanket,his expression extremely relaxed.
The quietness the baby conveyed soon turned into a chaotic ball of sunshine as he kept growing healthy.
One year and more had passed.
His golden hair started to grow a little more to his shoulders, his eyes were the most shiny little stars that their parents had ever seen and they always sparkled when Kaveh caught sight of his parents.
He was very lively and he desperately wanted to talk despite it was still early for him,so he ended up doing loud sounds to get his parents' attentions.
This kept going till one day,he finally said the first word.
Kaveh was sitting on his mother's lap while she was intently studying an architectural book which would help her in the work she had to take care of.
The kid was curiously looking at the pages with unknown and weird creatures which later he would learn as letters,when he acted in this way it would often mean that he would be quiet,as if he was trying his best to understand what those things were. He started to focus and puffed cheeks,tapping at the page with his hand a few times.
Faranak turned her gaze to her child,fondly and gently caressed his head.
"It's still too early for you,Kaveh.
One day you will learn how to read as well"
She smiled tenderly and this caused Kaveh to be happy as well and needing more affection from his mother.
He turned around and extended his little arms,Faranak soon hugged him while giving him soft tickles on his belly.
"Who's my cute little boy? Are you mama's cute little boy?" She spoke playfully as her child giggled loudly at the tickles holding into her.
After those moments,the woman went quiet as Kaveh was staring at her focused again.
"What is it,Kaveh? Hungry?" She asked trying to understand if the kid wanted something from her.
He focused even more and pressed his lips together.
"Ma"
Faranak widened her eyes suprised and waited in anticipation letting Kaveh express himself.
The little kid tried again.
"Ma!Ma...Ma!" Kaveh smiled and giggled clapping his small hands.
"Mama!!Ma...ma!!Mama!!!" He kept clapping and giggling, Faranak followed by hugging him close as he kept saying his first word,happy and proud.
That night, he kept saying that word even to Zayan,who was happy as much as his wife.
Deep inside,he started to wait for Kaveh to say papa as well.
It was almost amusing.
Faranak would giggle as her husband was trying to make Kaveh say papa,but the kid would end up saying mama or just giggle at him finding his father funny while he was struggling.
After a while,the man had not given up but at the same time,he decided to let things go with the flow and see what would happen.
It was a long day and he had just come back from work. He could have finally spend time with his family and relax for the rest of the afternoon.
Suddenly, he saw his wife in an hurry with her hands filled with her last projects,approaching him.
"Hey,I'm sorry but I have to leave for a bit and meet my clients,I already put Kaveh to sleep a while ago."
Zayan smiled fondly and deep inside felt a sense of admiration for his wife,devoted to her passion. He leaned closer and kissed her forehead.
"Don't worry habibi,leave Kaveh to me while you are out"
After Faranak had left the house,the man walked over to Kaveh's room finding him sleeping in his cradle,humming happily and moving his arms a bit as if he was having a nice dream. He sat close to the cradle and caressed his child's face briefly.
He couldn't retreat his hand in time since Kaveh had trapped his finger.
It was doomed to stay there now.
On the other hand,the kid had opened his eyes as he had felt his father's presence.
"Goodmorning little one" Zayan spoke softly.
Kaveh made a happy sound as he slowly shifted into a crawling position and then he adjusted into a sitting one. He extended his little arms towards his father.
"Aaaaa"
"Up?"
"Hm!!" Kaveh replied nodding and moved his little legs excited as his father approached picking him up,holding him close.
The kid couldn't stop giggling and making happy sounds to Zayan. He took his chance to hold the man's finger again and felt safe snuggling into his chest.
The man looked down at his child.
A warm feeling spread in his body,in his soul especially.
Those were the moments where he would think about how much he was grateful that life had given him such a shiny treasure of joy,brightening his days, making them less sadder when stress took over and making them better when he was already content.
Of course,there were times when things got difficult, when he cried and it seemed he couldn't calm down, when he was stubborn about the food given or when he made a mess while he was playing. Those moments,despite the struggles they could bring,they completed what made their family perfect in its imperfections.
As Zayan thought about all of this,he had tried to make Kaveh say papa again.
He didn't expect much,he just wanted to enjoy a tender moment with his child.
He spoke as he cradled Kaveh softly,looking into his eyes to gain his attention.
"Pa"
The kid blinked for a moment as he heard that sound,and he tried to reproduce it curiously. He puffed his cheeks focused.
"Paaaa..."
Zayan tilted his head.
He continued.
"Pa"
Kaveh held Zayan's finger closer and looked at it,keeping reproducing that new,but now familiar sound.
"Paaaaa"
He smiled fondly and started cradling again,nuzzling his forehead against Kaveh's one.
"Who am I?"
The blond looked at him as if he had a sudden realization, gathering all his determination.
His crimson eyes were sparkling.
"MAMA!!"
Despite not saying the right word,it seemed like Zayan had put that matter aside.
For a moment it felt like Kaveh was glowing like the sunshine itself.He was smiling happily,giggling as he played with his father's cheek with one hand while with the other he pulled a strand of hair softly.
The man's eyes were kind of teary from the cuteness and of the joy in holding his precious boy.
He couldn't help but giggle together with Kaveh,rubbing their cheeks together gently.
They stayed like that for the whole afternoon,playing till they had eventually got tired.
It started raining and got colder outside when Faranak had come back from her duties,she didn't waste a second and soon went to the living room to relax finding the most tender scene.
Zayan was asleep on the couch holding Kaveh who was resting as well,gripping on his father's finger and gently noming on it in his sleep.
The woman had soon forgotten the cold of that winter, the grey atmosphere of that rainy day.
She was fully immersed in the warmth of their beloved home.