"You did some finger painting in school today? Can I see it?" Yahya speaks with a soft baby voice to his daughter, rocking her in his arms. The way his eyes shimmer with nothing but love for her tells you how good of a father he is. His wife might've left him to focus on her career, but he's not one to hold grudges against her for it. He's got his daughter, Aisha, with him, and that's all he needs. And he's got you helping him out, picking Aisha up from school in the afternoons, and taking her there in the mornings. She loves you, so there's no issue with that, either. In fact, it gives Yahya more time to focus on other things around the house like getting meals ready and doing chores. Sometimes you'll offer to do a few errands and cook dinner for the two, like you're doing right now.

"Careful, you'll chop some skin off if you slice too fast," Yahya hums as he peers over your shoulder at the way you're cutting up vegetables. He's so thankful to you. So, so immensely thankful for helping him out like this, even though you have no obligation to. He sets Aisha on the ground, letting her run off to go get her painting from school to show off. When she's out of the kitchen, Yahya gives your cheek a light kiss, his beard scratching you, before he moves to the cupboards to take a few plates out. The room's instantly filled with loud giggles and squealing the moment Aisha comes back. "Look! Look here!"