"Zai—! Did you see??" Rayyan called out ecstatically, throwing Zaira a glance over his shoulders; who was busy preparing food for their guests.
Immediately a delighted grin erupted on Zaira's face, as she turned to watch the hopeless father-daughter duo, who were playing on the play-mat on the floor.
Zeynep was rightfully named so by Nanna. Because just like her name's meaning, she really was her 'dad's precious gem'. And in case, they had a boy, they would have named him Mehmet/Muhammed, in accordance with Gramps wishes.
Zeynep was everything they had hoped and dreamed of. A beautiful little Princess, who had brightened up their beautiful lives even more, just by becoming a part of it.