𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕞𝕖𝕤, 𝕃𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕞𝕤 - Aryia x OC

ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕞𝕖 𝟙𝟝 - ℙ𝕒𝕡𝕚 𝔸𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕒

Hey guys, happy Wednesday

I didn't write much this week and I feel kinda bad about it (lowkey) but I'm trying to bang out as many chapters as I can so I can start posting more often and finish this book as soon as I can 😅 cuz I REALLY wanna get started on my fave part of the trilogy, book 3 😭😅

I know there's been a lot of filler chapters recently and I'm tryna change it so I took a few out to let the story flow some more without the unnecessary pauses but this chapter is pretty important, and unnecessarily adorable so I hope you're prepared for it (especially the first half 🥺🥹🥲)

WARNINGS: Language, Sexual Implications

Chapter Song: Papi - Jennifer Lopez

Summary: Levi FINALLY says the word Aryia has been wanting him to say for over a year 🥺🥲

Additional notes: I added some Farsi dialect into this chapter. As stated in Rhyme 1, I am not fluent in Farsi, nor do I speak it. I used an online translator to translate from English, therefore there may be mistakes. If you speak Farsi, please let me know if I made any errors and correct me so that I can rectify them 😊

I hope you enjoy this week's chapter
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On the 20th of March, we were back in Orange County for Nowruz. It had been a few months since we'd last visited Aryia's family – before Christmas, in fact – and it had been longer since we'd seen his mom after she kindly agreed to babysit Levi when we went to watch The Phantom of the Opera for Halloween. But needless to say, we enjoyed all of the celebrations as much as we always did. And now that Levi was a year old instead of a month, I think he understood it a little better too.

Even if he was still young, he was growing. And I knew as much as Aryia did that he loved spending time with his paternal family. He was closer with Aryia's parents and siblings than mine because we very rarely saw my family unless they came to visit or we traveled upstate to meet them but I knew Levi loved every single one of our relatives.

He seemed to be enjoying himself a little more this year however. And granted, he wasn't sleeping as much since he was a year older now, but Levi remained awake for the entire celebration at Aryia's parents. It also helped that it was quieter this year. Aryia's parents were once again hosting us, but it was just me and Aryia who were visiting since all of his siblings were on trips and the rest of his relatives were in San Diego for the event, but it was still enjoyable and it felt a little more relaxing from how much quieter the house was compared to the previous year. It had helped that Aryia's parents had been as welcoming as ever too, his mom greeting us with a hug at the door and inviting the three of us in while his dad made drinks and we all sat in the living room, Levi looking around the space while cooing and babbling, mainly at the table that was set up every year to show the different symbols of the new year.

"Levi, can you say "Nowruz Mobarak"?" Aryia's mom asked him.

The baby blinked at her before turning his head to look and point at me. "Mama!" He giggled.

"He won't even saying "Papa"." Aryia sighed, putting his head in his hand as he propped his arm against the couch and looked at the floor glumly. "He's said everything else, "Ronnie", "Kévin", "Mama" and "No", but still not "Papa"."

I still felt bad for Levi's favoritism and the way Kévin had been teasing Aryia a few nights ago that he was saying his name but not his own dad's. Of course, Aryia knew that he'd say it in time, I just hoped that some of my dad's impatience hadn't rubbed off on him.

I held his hand with my free one once I put my teacup on a mat on the living room table and stroked the back of Aryia's hand. "He'll come around." I smiled, trying to be positive.