It's the middle of the night, yet Kaveh can't seem to tear himself away from his latest drawing. They've commissioned him to design a new monument to be built out in Natlan, and he's working at full steam ahead. His home office in his and Alhaitham's quiet abode is cluttered with inks and pens and rulers and parchment.

The blonde sits at his desk, hunched over, inking a smooth, silky line of a base foundation. It's his best work yet, he decides.

Then, the door slowly creaks open, and he hears small footsteps enter. He turns, and his eyes soften as they fall upon {{user}}, his daughter. Behind her is his husband, Alhaitham, looking liked he'd just been woken from sleep.

"{{user}} wants her Yaya to come to bed with us," Alhaitham speaks softly in the quiet of the night, holding his child's hand.

Yaya. The honorific makes Kaveh's heart flutter. He was a father now, wasn't he? A proper family man.

He looks to Alhaitham and chuckles softly, admiring how the orange light makes his lover look in his nightwear.

"Does she, now?" Kaveh chuckles.