The Delivery Guy ✔

✠ T H E U N I T E D S T A T E S ✠

HE MADE UP TO HER CART LIST AND NOW THE HEARTS WERE SHIPPED.

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"Zaryan Zaryaab Fatih!"

Zamar threw the adorable baby boy in the air, who giggled in happiness as he safely landed back in his Macho's arms.

"C'mon Ya Baby! Let's go to Aunt Black Forest!" He cooed as he picked up the 2 month old baby and picked a package with his other hand along with a fluffy ball incase if the baby cries.

"Zaryaab, I'm taking Zaryan with me, for fresh air you know." He yelled and impatiently tapped his foot waiting at the main door for Zaryaab's reply, who yelled back–

"Abey! Kaha ke jaraha hai? Idar de mujhe, Mars! Kisi din tere jaisa deliveries karte na phirre mera beta."

(Oh! Where are you taking him? Hand him here, Mars! Or else someday my son might deliveries like you do.)

"Yaar! Tujhe pata hai kaha deliveries karta hu, Zaviyaar ke yaha hi toh jaraha hu! Fikar nai kar sahi salamat ajaunga Baby Z ko lekr! Duniya dekhne ki umar hai iski! Dekhne de!"

(Dude! You know where I do the deliveries, I'll just be getting at Zaviyaar's! Dont Worry! I'll get back safe and sound with Baby Z, it's this age and time for him to see the world, let him!)

Zaryaab sighed audibly knowing, Zamar would give back his baby, the baby, who looking at his father with his big brown eyes alike his mother, which was enough for Zaryaab to let him go.

Being a possessive father, it's hard for him to hand his child to rest and keep him away, Zaryaab made his hand run on Zaryan's head and cracked a dialogue.

"Ja Zaryan, Ja. Jeele Apni Zindagi."

(Go Zaryan, Go. Live you life.)

Zamar rolled his smokey grey orbs at his over dramatic best friend and saluting his goodbye with the package in his hand.

"It's better he's going, I fina-freakkingg-llyyyy have my time with his busy mother."

"I HEARD THAT." Zamar yelled from the hallway as he heard Zaryaab mumbling to himself while closing the door and yelled back again--

"Abb sun hi liya hai toh aaram se aaana!" (Now that you've heard it already, come back whenever you want.)

Zamar chuckled to himself as he kissed the baby's cheek, who snuggled closer to him with tiny thumb in his mouth.

With a coy smile and Zaryan's baby language rant, the duo reached the Iyad floor.

"Hey, Look Z. The door's already ajar....... I'll go crazy one day if I keep to talking to babies like this, we need to stop this baby Z." Zamar shook his head and walked in the house not before knocking aloud.

He kept the package on the center table and made himself comfortable on the three seater sofa settling Zaryan beside him too with his arm safely around.

"Please don't cry, please don't cry! Ugh! Fine, let's not sit, I realised you dislikes being seated." Grumpily again talking to the baby, when Zaryan almost made a cry-face.