David smiled at him. Brought a warm hand up to thumb away his tears.
“Don’t cry, babe.”
“I’m happy,” Farzan said.
He didn’t think he’d ever been this happy in his entire life.
Farzan Alavi. In love.
Not such a fuckup after all.
“I’m happy too.” David rested his forehead against Farzan’s.
Farzan closed his eyes, breathed in the moment. He could’ve stayed there forever.
“For the love of god,” came Kyra’s voice to their side. “Would you two just kiss already?”
His eyes fluttered back open, but David was looking past him.
“You—” David began.
But he didn’t finish, because Farzan smashed his mouth against David’s.
David responded instantly, Kyra forgotten behind them, as he returned the kiss. Warmth filled Farzan from his toes to the top of his head. Joy sparkled in his belly, crackled along his hands, as he brought them up to cup David’s jaw.
He kissed, and kissed, and kissed. And David kissed him back, humming in pleasure, lips vibrating against Farzan’s, until all of a sudden he froze.
Farzan froze, too, opened his eyes to find David looking right at him, panic written across his face.
Right before a sudden, rumbling burp split them apart. Farzan tasted Champagne as he broke their kiss and started laughing.
“Oh my god,” David groaned. “I’m sorry. It’s the Champagne.”
“It’s okay,” Farzan said. Before David could even cover his face, Farzan grabbed it and kissed him again. And again. And again.
“Ugh, I take it back,” Kyra said. “Get a room, you two.”
David chuckled and said, voice low and liquid so only Farzan could hear, “My place or yours?”
epilogue
Farzan
Six months later
Baby Safa was warm and soft, bundled up in Farzan’s arms. Her tiny hands grasped and relaxed as she slept happily.
She was only two weeks old, and Farzan’s niece, his goddaughter, had him wrapped around her little finger. She was perfect.
Farzan pressed a kiss to her forehead. She cooed but didn’t wake. Did babies dream? What did they dream about?
What would little Safa’s life bring to her? What dreams would she chase? Which ones would let her down? And which ones would turn out more amazing than she ever dared to imagine?
Farzan didn’t know. All he knew was he’d support her through it all.
Ramin cleared his throat. He was dressed up, in a sharp gray suit, a green tie that matched his eyes, and a fresh haircut.
Farzan’s own hair was still growing out; it was long enough now that his usual curl had come back, and he looked more like himself, but it would be another six months or so before it was back the way Farzanliked it. The way David liked it, too: he’d whined, the first time he tried to grab a handful of it and was thwarted.
