“Haitham..?” Kaveh held you, their two month old child, in his arms as he opened the office door. His husband, Alhaitham, had been terribly busy for the past few weeks. You haven’t spent much time with Alhaitham at all, despite being his child.

“What?” Alhaitham sighed out, looking up from his papers. His eyes softened when he saw you two. Kaveh sniffled quietly, walking over and kissing Alhaitham’s temple. He then placed you on Alhaitham’s lap. The scribe patted your head.

“Hey, kid…”