Case File 106

Case File Name:
Many More.

♤Chapter One Hundred-Six♤

"It looks perfect," I whispered to Tazmin, eyeing the group of Tahir's stuffed animals that we put party hats on and gathered on the kitchen island.

We also made his favorite French Toast that we cut up into small bites for him.

"Ready to wake him?" Tazmin asked me, clearly impatient to see Tahir.

Who turned one today.

Tazmin and I are both naturally brimming with nothing but happiness and joy.

But I knew with the death anniversary of Gia tomorrow—the mood would be a total shift.

Still, we have today.

And I'll have Tazmin tomorrow, ensuring she's okay throughout the day.

"Let's wake him," I whispered to her, smiling even wider as I rounded the counter to approach her.

And as soon as I stopped in front of her, Tazmin ran her arms around my waist leaning down to briefly kiss my lips.

"One year as a family of three," Tazmin murmured, pressing another kiss to my lips and immediately making me smile, "You have been the most incredible mom to our son."

My smile widened, "Thank you, baby," I whispered, holding her dark eyes as I leaned up to her for another kiss, "You've been incredible too—I swear T is like your carbon copy and I love it."

Tazmin smiled as she gently grabbed my neck, deepening the kiss between us.

"I love you," she said against my lips.

"I love you too baby," I murmured back, running my hands up her back to hold her even closer to me.

At least until we suddenly heard Tahir's cries, clearly waking up from his deep sleep before we could wake him.

So we naturally pulled away, walking past the kitchen and down the hallway where Tahir's nursery was.

And almost as soon as we walked into the room, his crying quickly trailed off—smiling through teary eyes as he stood up in his crib.

His blonde hair was messy in the cutest way, rubbing his tired eyes as we walked closer to him.

"Happy Birthday, Mr. handsome pants," I whispered as Tazmin picked him up from his crib.

"Happy Birthday T," Tazmin said, pressing kisses to both his cheeks as I leaned in to kiss and tickle his stomach.

Which naturally earned the cutest giggles from our son who wiggled under us.

Until we eventually pulled away with smiles—walking over to his changing table to change his diaper.

And as soon as we took care of that, we were all three back in the kitchen—where Tahir happily ate his french toast that was cut up with syrup and strawberries.

He looked curiously at the stuffed animals with party hats before registering the numerous gifts that I wrapped perfectly with white wrapping paper and a matching ribbon.

Naturally, Tahir wanted to stop eating to open gifts.

And since it was his day, we let him stop eating to open the numerous toys we got him.

Although he would get a lot more at his party later in the week.

But today is only for us three, especially with how insane it is that he's even one right now.

"You look so cute," I said, eyeing Tahir's white linen t-shirt and shorts.

Which matched my flowy dress that I paired with flat Valentino slides.

Tazmin also wore flowy white linen pants with a halter top that emphasized her toned arms littered with tattoos.

Her blonde hair was in the most beautiful waves, framing her glowy bare face.

"Ma ma," Tahir said, wobbling slightly as he walked over to me.

I smiled, never getting tired of the name he had recently said for the first time around a few weeks ago.

"Hi handsome," I said, leaning down to pick him up when he held his arms up for me.

Tazmin only smiled at us as she closed some of Tahir's dresser drawers and later approached us.

"Ready to go?" my wife asked me, leaning past Tahir to kiss my cheek.

Which for some reason always made Tahir smile at us.

"So ready," I said, glancing over to Tahir, "What about you Mr. handsome pants?" I asked him, wiggling my brows at him, which naturally made him smile.

"You're going to see so many animals, T," Tazmin told him as we began walking out of his room.

"Dog," Tahir babbled, which naturally made me chuckle.

"We're going to see even cooler animals—like zebras and monkeys," I told him, which made Tahir stare at me wordlessly as we walked down the hallway, making me smile even more in amusement.

"Zoo," Tazmin said to him as we stopped in the kitchen, emphasizing the word so he understood.

Tahir only ran his small hands over Tazmin's face, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

But it was less a kiss and more his whole mouth on her cheek—which is still so cute knowing his intentions.

"You're such a sweet boy, T," I murmured to him.

Tazmin smiled, "So sweet—can you give mama some kisses too?" she asked him as she grabbed the keys.

I fake gasped with a wide smile as soon as Tahir leaned away from Tazmin, holding his arms out for me.

And as soon as I carefully grabbed him from her arms—he placed the biggest kiss on my cheek.

"Thank you very much handsome," I said, kissing his cheek back as my wife guided us toward the garage door—smiling as she glanced between us.

And soon Tahir was secured into his car seat with his favorite juice and toy—while Tazmin helped me into the passenger seat and later slid into the driver's seat beside me.

The drive to the nearby zoo was a little over thirty minutes—but luckily, Tahir does well in the car.

When he was a newborn he would fall asleep so easily if we were driving.

Some nights we actually went for late-night rides to get him asleep.

We would stop at McDonald's and just eat and ride in the car together.

"Look at the giraffe," Tazmin told Tahir as I applied another layer of sunscreen to his soft face.

"We have to be careful though," I told him in a soft tone, noticing him trying to eagerly touch the giraffe.

So Tazmin guided his hand to the giraffe's head, helping him feel its fur.

Which is what we did with a lot of animals that he could touch—like the zebras or llamas.

Otherwise, he just observed.

And I constantly made sure to wash his hands.

Especially when it came time to eat a pizza, which was perfectly cheesy and greasy.

Eating that and then drinking the cold bottles of water was exactly what we needed after a hot day outside.

We ended up eating inside the building of the large zoo assuming we would be going back out.

But Tahir was absolutely knocked out as soon as he ate so we decided to head back home.

And while he slept in the car, it definitely wasn't enough for one of his usual ninety-minute naps so we let him continue sleeping when we got back home.

Which also gave us both time to shower while we kept the baby monitor nearby.

I hummed, tilting my head back as Tazmin massaged her fingers into my scalp—adding in more of the scented shampoo.

"That's perfect," I breathed out, relaxing back against the front of her body.

Tazmin kissed the top of my shoulder, "Good baby," she murmured, massaging my scalp even more.

Until eventually she helped me rinse the shampoo from my hair.

And after she ran conditioner through my long hair and rinsed it—I focused on cleaning her hair for her, along with washing her body as she washed mine.

It was the perfect shower.

Especially when my hand found its way down between her thighs.

"Ten minutes," I whispered as soon as she ran her hand down past my stomach—backing me against the nearest wall.

"Ten minutes," Tazmin repeated in confirmation as I naturally ran my fingers along her soft wet folds.

I let out a deep hum as soon as she slid two fingers into me—causing me to immediately arch into her as I ran my fingers around her soft clit.

"Fuck," I breathed out with furrowed brows, desperately trying to focus despite her slow and deep pace sinking deeper into me.

So I matched her energy and trailed two fingers down from her clit to slide into nothing but her wet warmness.

"Baby," Tazmin moaned so perfectly in my ear that she leaned into it.

I whimpered as soon as she curled into my spot, "Tazmin," I breathed out, my eyes rolling closed at every sensation growing around me.

It was how wet and tight she felt around my fingers.

How she slid into me deeper each time.

I swear I can't get enough.

Especially when she quickened her pace, causing me to match her speed.

"Fuck, Milena," Tazmin groaned, leaning further into me and pressing our wet bodies together as we fucked each other.

I gripped her waist, "Don't fucking stop," I whispered so breathlessly, feeling myself grow warmer and tighter around her fingers.

I'm so fucking close.

I swear with each stroke I physically grew warmer. 

"Come on baby," Tazmin murmured in my ear as I rocked my hips against her.

And just as I arched deeper—she hit my spot even better, sending me fucking spiraling.

I nearly whined as I met my high, especially when I felt Tazmin tighten entirely around me.

Our orgasms were intense and filled with messy soft moans.

The steamy fog grew so perfectly around us as we met our peaks that we helped each other ride out.

Until we fell limp against each other, relaxing in each other's arms.

It was perfectly quiet between us—all you could hear was the shower and our heavy breathing.

Which is something we basked in for as long as we could.

Until we had to get out of the shower—drying off before the timer went off.

Once it did, it would be time to wake Tahir considering we can't let him oversleep.

I swear, Tahir is always so adorably funny when he wakes up from naps.

He's just so still and quiet for thirty minutes after waking up—almost looking at me and Tazmin like we're insane for having so much energy.

Bath time was definitely interesting with him today.

Mostly because he didn't even want to play in the water—he cried most of the time until we got him out.

But he already slept in his clothes from earlier at the zoo due to him already being asleep when we got home.

And I refuse not to immediately give him a bath now that he's awake and rested.

The smell of outside is something I just can't stand.

Especially after being at the zoo.

A bath also made Tahir happy even if he hated being in there.

But once he was clean and dressed in warm clothes he was the happiest baby ever.

Especially once we played for a few hours—and later got his birthday cake out to prepare with one singular candle.

The cream colored cake was decorated with a teddy bear which had a white party hat and a wand, while the number one was written beside it in brown.

"No touching T," I whispered to him as he eyed the lit candle, "It's hot—it'll burn you," I tried to emphasize as Tazmin carefully sat the cake closer to him but not too close where he could touch the candle.

"Happy birthday to you..." Tazmin began singing, immediately making a smile grow on my face as I joined in and sang Happy Birthday to our beautiful blonde-headed son.

Who smiled wider and wider as we sang to him.

Until eventually it was time to blow his candles out—which we of course helped him do.

"Yay," I whispered happily, clapping my hands as Tazmin smiled at him.

It was one of those intimate moments I wanted to store in my head for years to come.

Because I knew time would only grow quicker from here.

"How about we do a movie and have more of that pizza from earlier?" I said to Tazmin, who immediately nodded at my suggestion.

"I'll get the pizza heated up if you want to get settled in the living room with, T," she said, backing away from me to walk over to the fridge.

I smiled as I analyzed the overall presence of my wife, "Thank you, baby," I said, now walking in front of Tahir's high chair to get him out.

"Of course beautiful," Tazmin didn't hesitate to say as I picked Tahir up, kissing both of his soft cheeks.

Which naturally made him smile, babbling a few words that I could never really make out.

And soon I was seated in the living room with Tahir on my lap, playing with my necklace as I searched for a kid-friendly movie that would hold his attention.

I don't even remember the last time I watched an actual adult TV show or movie.

"Ugh that smells amazing," I said as Tazmin walked into the living room with a plate of numerous pizza slices.

She had already sat down two waters for us and gave Tahir his sippy cup of watered-down juice.

"Paw Patrol again?" Tazmin asked with an amused smile.

I smiled, "Yeah, T got really excited when it popped up so..." I trailed off, eyeing Tahir who sat on my lap already staring at the TV.

"As long as it makes him happy," Tazmin said, shaking her head in amusement as she sat down beside me.

And as we got settled beside each other with Tahir still seated comfortably on my lap—I pressed play on the remote and focused on the pizza.

It was just as good as earlier, if not better.

And we also made sure to share small bites with Tahir until he began pushing our hands away, clearly not wanting anymore to eat.

Eventually, I cuddled up into Tazmin's side—with Tahir sprawled out over our laps, beyond intrigued in the Paw Patrol movie as he drank what was left of his juice.

I smiled as soon as Tazmin pressed a soft kiss to my temple, "One successful birthday down—more to go, baby," she murmured in my ear.

"So many more to go," I whispered happily, smiling even wider as I leaned deeper into her side