Unveiling Meerab [Tere Bin FF]

51. three

Author's Note: Hi y'all! I am glad y'all are enjoying the fluff, we get some more fluff in this chapter and then we switch gears a little in the next chapter, hehe. I hope y'all enjoy it, see you n the other side!

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The morning sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, filling the room with a warm, golden light that bathed everything in a soft glow. On the large bed, tiny Meesam, just two months old, lay on her back, her chubby legs kicking the air aimlessly. She wore a soft pink onesie adorned with little clouds and stars, looking every bit like the angel she was. Her wide eyes wandered curiously around the room, occasionally pausing to focus on her parents.

Murtasim lay propped up on one elbow, his gaze locked onto Meesam's tiny face. He couldn't help the grin that stretched across his lips as he watched her little lips purse and her tiny fists clench and unclench in the air. Every little movement she made felt like a miracle to him. She was so small, yet she had filled his heart in ways he never imagined possible.

He leaned down slowly, his beard brushing lightly against the soft fabric of her onesie, and nuzzled her tiny chest. The sensation made her pause for a second, before she let out a delighted little coo, "Ah-goo," her eyes squinting in that adorable way that made his heart swell. She kicked her legs harder, her tiny arms flailing in the air like she was trying to grab onto him.

Meerab, lying on the other side, chuckled softly at the sight. "She loves it when you do that," she said, her voice warm and affectionate. She reached over, gently stroking Meesam's cheek with the tip of her finger.

He leaned in again, this time pressing a soft kiss on Meesam's neck, just above the edge of her onesie before nuzzling her again, letting his beard tickle her skin in that gentle way that always made her react.

"Gah! Ah-bah!" Meesam squealed, her little legs kicking out in excitement as if she was asking for more, her tiny fists waving around as if to grab him.

Meerab laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Maybe she's saying, 'More, more!'"

Murtasim chuckled, looking down at his little daughter with pure adoration. "Is that it, meri Meesam? You want more, meri choti shehzaadi?" he asked, his voice playful as he leaned down to nuzzle her again, this time moving up to her tiny, round cheeks, rubbing his beard gently against her soft skin.

The response was immediate—another series of delighted coos, "Goo-ooo," followed by a happy squeal that filled the room with its sweetness.

Murtasim couldn't stop smiling.

"She's going to grow up thinking your beard is her personal toy," Meerab teased.

"Well, if it makes her happy then why not," he replied, watching the way Meesam's tiny face lit up every time his beard brushed against her.

"She's so ticklish," Meerab observed with a quiet giggle, her hand resting gently on Meesam's tiny belly. The rise and fall of Meesam's excited little breaths made her belly bounce under her mother's hand, and Murtasim couldn't help but smile at the sight. Meesam's face lit up with a wide, toothless smile that made her cheeks scrunch up adorably.

Murtasim leaned in closer, not able to resist the urge to kiss her cheek, which was getting chubbier by the day. The touch of his lips made Meesam's face scrunch up even more, her tiny fists waving around in the air, and he could feel her body vibrating with excitement.

He knew from the books that it was just a social smile, that early stage where babies smiled as a reflex or in response to seeing familiar faces rather than out of conscious happiness. But even if it wasn't the real deal yet, it had already become his favorite smile in the world. That little scrunched-up expression, the way her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him, was everything he needed to make his heart happy.