REMARKABLE

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It was a bright sunny day as Ardashir lounged with his wife. Amal held a cup of hot coffee in her hand, his cup remained on the center table, the droplets condensed on the cup as he blew raspberry kisses on his daughter's stomach and her sweet laughter echoed in the living room.

Amal grinned, seeing her husband play with their daughter.

"What are you looking at?" Ardashir asked as he sat up, holding their daughter in his arms as he heaved a breath. His eyes crinkled at the edges when he smiled, his eyes flitting between his two girls.

"Nothing," Amal shrugged, putting the cup to her mouth.

Ardashir smirked, "I know you too well to know it's nothing."His hand curled around her nape as he pulled her close. Amal laughed a little, pushing him away as he mirrored her emotions.

"I love you, "Ardashir told her, sobering up and meeting her eyes as he held her face. He didn't know how many times he had told her that but it wasn't enough, she needed to know how much she meant to him, she was more than anything.

Her eyes softened, seeing the truth in his eyes and her lips pulled up at the corners. No, it had been five years and a daughter, later, he still hadn't changed, he was the same as he had always been, loving her, always. He had told her he was grateful for her, he had expressed it in more ways than she could recall in her head.

Amal nodded as she kept her half-filled cup on the table. She didn't have to say it back, they didn't need the words to express what they felt for each other.

Ardashir ran his fingers through hair her luscious hair as he pushed the loose strands of her away from her face, it disrupted his view of her natural beauty as their baby squirmed on his chest.

Ardashir sighed, heavily as the doorbell rang, destroying his peace.

"Where are you going?" Ardashir asked, his eyebrows knotted as she got up.

"I'll see who's at the door," She said, picking the scarf from the sofa and wrapped it around her head.

Ardashir grasped her wrist in his hand, "Sit. I'll see. Take her." He rose to from the sofa and passed their little bundle of joy into her open arms. Took them long to finally into a life of their own after the stunts his father had pulled.

He placed a chaste kiss on her temple, lasting longer promising anticipation for what was about to come. Goosebumps pebbled on her skin as his lips skirted the lobe of her ear and he whispered, "We're not done, yet."

His lips brushed her cheek and his eyes glimmered with mirth when he pulled away and Amal flushed pink under his unnerving gaze.

The bell rang again and Ardashir muttered something under his breath as he dragged his feet to the door.

Ardashir's eyes widened a fraction as he found his father at his door, slipping off his sunglasses and dressed in his usual suit.

"Baba, "Ardashir breathed, his heart ready to leap out of his chest, he could hardly believe his eyes.

"Who is it, Ardashir?" He heard her and he panicked.

"It's Khan. I'll be right back, "Ardashir lied, meeting his father's eyes and stepped out of the house, closing the main door behind him.

"Won't you ask your father to come inside?"Hamza inquired, his eyes stuck on the closed door.

The last time, he'd been there, he had become the reason of his grand daughter's early arrival. It wasn't good.

"I would, baba but I wouldn't want to cause unnecessary stress to my wife and my baby," Ardashir uttered, rubbing his forehead as he glanced at his father who was still looking at the door.