~Kaveh x Alhaitham one shots~

//Small family (💘)//

Hi everyone!!<33 I keep coming up with my oneshot ideas in the middle of class lmfao- and this one just so happened to be one of them, so I'm sorry if this is a little bad lmao- this is mostly HaiKaveh from Nahida's perspective as their daughter!<3 ALSO IM SO SORRY FOR ABANDONING THIS BOOK. IM GOING THROUGH MY FLOP ERA IRL PLEASE SEND HELP.

Nobody's POV:
"W-wait, Hayiii!!-" Kaveh giggled as he tried to get Alhaitham's arms off of his waist. Kaveh was cooking breakfast, and Alhaitham just didn't seem to want to let go of his husband. Or, that's at least what Nahida assumed as she woke up from her sleep. She was used to waking up to the noise of her parents laughing and talking.

"Baba and Papa are always like this.." Nahida thought happily as she got out of bed. It had been just three years since Nahida had been adopted by Kaveh and Alhaitham. Now that she thought back upon it, she realized that, back then, Nahida believed that she would never find a family. She would never find a family who loved her and each other. She didn't know anything about her father and mother, or who they were.

She always assumed love was something she would never acquire. Love was something she would never have. Until, one day, Kaveh and Alhaitham walked into the orphanage. The way they looked at each other made it seem obvious that they were in love. Something about the way they smiled at each other reminded Nahida of those main characters in romance novels.

And when they came up to talk to her, she could sense they were kind people. They spoke so sweetly to her, their tones soft and calm. Something about them made Nahida think of them as a perfect couple to Nahida. Like together, they were each other's everything. Like they were two pieces of a puzzle that just... fit together. The more they talked to her, the more she felt like they would be perfect for her. And after a week, she decided she wanted Alhaitham and Kaveh to be her parents.

And the first day she spent at their home.. she had never been more happy in her life. Kaveh and Alhaitham were comforting and kind, and they took such good care of her. Kaveh had made her pancakes on her first day at their home, and they tasted like the sweetest and tastiest thing she'd ever eaten. And Alhaitham had made her homemade hot chocolate, with marshmallows and whipped cream and all, which paired with the pancakes all too well. It was the most amazing breakfast she'd ever had in her whole life. She knew it was the bare minimum of a parent do that for their child, but it felt so.. nice. After that, Nahida learned to slowly start loving the two as her parents.

Alhaitham was an author, and Kaveh was an architect, so Alhaitham often stayed home while Kaveh would go to work. Alhaitham would always comfort Kaveh and cuddle him after a hard day of work, and whenever Kaveh would return home, he would hug Alhaitham and Nahida. She would hear the author chuckle under his breath and say "Did my darling have a good day at work today?" Most of the time, Kaveh would sigh lovingly and reply with "Yeah.. I missed you two so much, though.." and all three of them would stay like that for a while.

And then after that, Kaveh would go take a bath and then come back and make dinner, and they would all eat together. Laughter and smiles would reign on their lips, and it would make Nahida feel so happy. And, even when the architect wouldn't have such a nice time at work, he would still treat his family like the most precious thing known to man. It made her feel like this was a true family, like she was their biological daughter, even if she wasn't.

After dinner, Nahida would get herself ready for bed, and then Kaveh and Alhaitham would tuck her into bed, and after that, she would drift off into a peaceful and cozy slumber. That was usually her nightly schedule. One thing that Nahida had gotten to know was that Kaveh and Alhaitham were very in love. More in love than any other couple she'd ever seen before. They would kiss every chance they got. Softly and quickly of course, yet no matter how many times they kissed, they wanted to keep doing it over and over again. They would even stay as close to each other as possible. Always holding hands, always tenderly touching each other.