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Saïda's POV:

I watched Asahd play with Zahir on the floor. It made me smile like an idiot. Both were so cute and I loved them to death.

Zahir was already five months old and he was even cuter.

"Couchi couchi coooo." Asahd chanted happily, kissing Zahir's round cheeks. He smiled, showing his pink gums. I melted.

"You are so cute! Oh my gawd." Asahd exclaimed, kissing him over and over again, "Just look at him. My baby boy. Muah!"

I giggled.

"His poor cheeks." I laughed, joining them on the carpet, "We're always kissing or suckling on them."

"Well, it's his fault." Asahd kissed him again, "Ain't it?...