#marmoush

it had been nine months of waiting yet it felt as if no time had passed at all once it was finally three of you.

for omar, it wasn't enough to just be there and present in the flesh while you were with child.

he began observing his newfound duty. his lifelong role. a dad.

it meant doing all he could to provide the utmost comfort for you and the little life that had been growing within for all those weeks. your health and the little one's health meant more than anything.

it meant preparing his heart to give the love that it was absolutely overflowing with.

"soon enough, you're going to bring the greatest blessing of our lives into the world, habibti," he would say to you every night in a soft whisper, as you two cuddled before sleep, while his hand gently rested on your bump.

and that you did.

that morning when the sun shone bright as you delivered this little-yet-so-big blessing that you and omar had been anticipating and nurturing at the absolute best while still in the womb... you were overcome with emotion, knowing your life was now changed so beautifully by yet another life...

...the one you and omar created, at that.

the way omar's thumb gently rubbed your cheek as he leant in ever so close to you.

the way his other hand's fingers intertwined with yours as he offered it without second thought for you to squeeze with your own hand at any time you'd wince.

the way he spent all that time whispering to you the most important affirmations that he'd never want you to forget, for he means them from the bottom of his heart.

"you are so strong, my love."

"habibti, i've got you. you're so incredible."

"i know you can do this. deep breaths together, sweetheart."

all that grounding... his efforts to calm you amidst this concoction of physical pain and emotional strain...

...allowed you to exhale in time.

"ya allah." omar murmured, his voice breaking softly through his tears as he heard that tiny cry for the first time.

you could've sworn you felt those tears of his fall onto your own face for he kept his face so close to yours during this moment.

your nurse, who'd been an angel towards you throughout this whole thing, brought your firstborn to your chest gently, placing the child there with so much care.

you, yourself, had felt your eyes begin to well with tears. there was your baby.

"here she is~" your nurse said softly, with a knowing smile, for she knew this was how you and omar wanted to find out the gender.

that was all it took for omar to smile an even bigger smile against your skin, his breaths shaky alongside yours as he cried with you, as you two found out the gender of your firstborn in the most natural way.

no commodified, suspenseful event that could have been held at an earlier date, raising the question of pink or blue...

...just you and your husband, relishing in whatever answer it was going to be, at the one moment of insurmountable excitement and sentimentality.

"she." omar whispered. you looked through your eyes that were already squinted for you wept joyously, and there graced the most adorable smile across his face.

you didn't say anything. you knew you didn't have to say anything because this was bliss... it was as if all the pain and hardship you had to endure for these months were all worth it. because to you, they were.

you felt omar kiss your forehead, and then your lips, just as delicately as the backs of his fingers grazed your cheek repeatedly as he spoke softly;

"she's perfect."

you could swear both your heart and well as omar's had broke in the most positive, miraculous way possible for the fact that this was all really happening had hit you guys as new parents.

everyone member of your little family in that room was crying, and that was a beautiful thing.

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enough time had passed for you and omar to now find yourselves in that golden hour. the first quiet, beautiful moment you could share with your baby girl. afternoon sun was streaming through the sheer drapes of the room, and the sound of the three of you's breathing and occasional soft spoken words filled the room.

omar never left you and baby's side, nor did his eyes ever leave yours or hers. the gaze that his rich brown eyes held flitted between you and the precious child that lay asleep on your chest.

"habibti, look at our little angel..." omar said in a light tone, in complete awe.

"i'm looking, my love. she's sweeter than i could have ever imagined."

omar got up on the lightest of footsteps to shift the armchair he was sitting in even closer to you, careful not to make even a slight sound... his eyes widening even with each step he'd take, for he didn't want to wake the baby up.

he sat back down, sighing as he drank in the sight of you, his beloved wife, with his daughter who was nothing short of perfect, fast asleep on your chest in your arms.

omar's gaze softened as he brought out his hand in a slow, reverent motion towards the baby, giving a featherlight touch to her teeny little fingers.

you pouted. he was already the cutest dad ever.

"hi, my beautiful girl. it's me... baba." omar said in a hushed voice, taking in the baby's tiny little features... already trying to figure out which ones she inherited from who. the fact that he referred to himself as "dad" in arabic made your heart warm up even more intensely.

it wasn't long after a little pause... that omar quietly sniffled, both of you guys' tears falling freely now. all because of the lovely, innocent little baby girl you guys created together, that he was overjoyed to finally be meeting.

"y/n..." he started, as he tilted his head to look at you. "you did so perfect. you brought us such a little angel."

the emotions were too much to bear as you tried to add some lightheartedness to the situation, as you rolled your eyes with playful intent. "omaaarrr-"

"my love, it's the truth. i give you all the credit. all my praise..."

was it so that omar loved you so much... that you were given the greatest sense of security in his affirmations? his affirmations that let you know that you and all you've had to endure are worth more than gold... that let you know it's only you in his life he wants to create such treasure with.

you barely had to search omar's eyes and lovestruck demeanour to know what he really wanted to live out... what he'd been waiting to do ever since having found out he'd be a father.

"would you like to hold her, my love?"

you gently retracted your hands that were draped over the little child on your chest, and omar - stunned, but so enamoured, made the gentle move. ensuring to support her fragile neck, he slipped one of his large hands underneath, the other gently lifting the rest of her.

slowly, steadily, he brought his little daughter up to his chest, cradling her in the safe and secure embrace that emanated from his arms.

"welcome, my sweet girl... i see you're having a lovely nap~" he whispered to the baby, in a voice so soft that only you and him could hear.

"i promise to protect you forever. baba loves you."

he leant in closer... listening attentively to the little child's soft breaths. the first of many she would take throughout the course of her life, which omar is so excited to guide her through.

you giggled as you took in this moment that was a first for omar. he was terrified, but ultimately enchanted. he looked back up at you with the sweetest of smiles, admiring the way you glowed after bringing your little one into the world...

he watched as you brought our your hand slowly to touch your sleeping daughter's cheek with a single finger ever so softly, then looked back at her before he continued to speak.

"and that's your mama, angel. she's the bravest woman i know."

"awww, omar."

"and you're gonna grow up to be so brave and beautiful like her~"

the rest of the day was much like this. quiet and solemn, the only noise being you and your husband's whispers of love and the adorable coos of your newborn.

you took notice of the beauty in the littlest of things.

the way omar would count the baby's little fingers.

the way omar would whisper little lullabies in arabic, which soothed you just as well as it soothed the baby.

the way omar would stroke your hair and watch the scene before him, as you closed your eyes in peace as you allowed your baby to latch onto you and gently feed for the first time.

the way omar carefully settled into the bed so that you could share that first ever cuddle the three of you all at once, the baby nestled safely and cutely in between the two of you, supported in you guy's arms.

so many lovely little "firsts."

after just revelling in the beautiful silence, your hearing was graced with omar's luscious egyptian accent as he spoke;

"y/n... you know, i've never felt so vulnerable and strong at once...

...i feel so protective of this little girl that's only been here for a couple of hours...

...yet she owns my whole heart already."

you smiled, trying to fight the stinging of tears in your eyes once again. "you're so cute, babe. it's like she's stealing your heart more than i did."

"who knows, habibti~" omar lovingly joked, his eyes still glassy with emotion.

you laughed a soft laugh, as omar rested his forehead against yours, leaning in to kiss you tenderly.

"thank you for this miracle, y/n." he whispered, looking at you, then down at you guys' newborn daughter who slept soundly in your arms.

the commitment in his voice. in his eyes. in the outpour of his heart. in the way he vowed to persevere as a father, and help you through it all as a mother... it let you know something that no other revelation in the world could let you know.

this was just the beginning of something - no, someone, that you and omar promise to cherish...

...as long as the two of you live.

and he sealed that promise as he snuggled into you, also acknowledging his little one right there as you held her... holding onto her teensy hand.

Everywhere was buzzing with an amazing energy, Manchester City had just won the Carabao Cup against Arsenal so everyone was extremely happy. You and Omar had finally escaped the celebrations to go and celebrate in your own way, with each other at the hotel. 

The door beeped, signalling that it was open when you used the key card. You were all jittery knowing what tonight would bring because Omar was obviously thrilled with the result. He followed you in, sizing you up with a flicker of need in his eyes. 

You looked stunning in that blue shirt, his name displayed on the back of it,he could have sworn he felt himself get a semi because of it. You, on the other hand, were already somewhat wet because your husband was gorgeous. 

Omar walked over to you, standing behind you. He moved your hair out of the way to kiss your neck, sucking softly to release some of those sweet little breathy moans you always did when Omar did that. 

Your eyes fluttered shut and you sucked in a breath, hands finding him to move them to your waist, which he let you do and squeezed softly, bringing your body closer to his. Once your body was on his, he slowly grinded into your ass, making you push back on him. 

Omar turned you around so he could lift you up, your legs automatically locking around his waist so you could be carried to the kind sized bed that was in the room. He laid you down, moving his hands down your body and piece by piece you ended up naked and spread out on the bed. 

Omar moved your body up the bed so you could rest your head on the pillows as he delved in between your thighs, teasingly kissing the inside of your thighs and scraping his teeth lightly across them. He teased you by blowing some cool air on your clit before he sat up, making you groan in frustration. His teasing was relentless some nights. 

He let out a chuckle and removed his shirt before diving right back in, feasting on your pussy like it was the best damn meal ever. He sucked on your clit before moving back down to your hole, twisting and turning his tongue to bring you pleasure. He got so desperate for your cunt that he kept your leg open, bringing the other one over his shoulder so he would be covered in you.

You were letting out moans and whines, lifting your hips and trying to grind them down onto his face and Omar wasn't going to stop you, not if you were getting pleasure out of it too. Your hands moved to cup your own boobs, playing with your nipples until they were pebbled peaks and bringing you stimulation on top of the head you were receiving. 

Omar looked up at you through his lashes, seeing your eyes blown out with satisfaction and the eye contact heightened that for you. He moved one of his hands towards your sopping hole, gathering your slick on his middle finger before only pushing the tip of it inside of you. 

Your breath staggered and you rolled your hips for more which he was glad to give you, sliding his finger all the way in, to the knuckle. Your pussy automatically clenched around it and made your hips stagger against his unrelenting mouth. 

He thrusted his finger in and out of your cunt at a slow pace, his tongue working wordlessly on your bundle of nerves. It was making you crazy and even more needy for more. More fingers. More pleasure. More Omar.

You let out a groan as he slipped his second finger inside of you and immediately curled them towards your g-spot. Every suck, lick and movement of his fingers had you reaching closer to your orgasm, on the brink of the first climax.

Omar gave your clit a particularly harsh suck and during that, slipped yet another of his fingers inside of you. Leaving you stuffed full with three and choking out moans and mewls of how good it felt and how close you were as well as his name tumbling out of your lips as you tried to contain the profanities from being released.

He could feel how much you were clenched around his fingers and how your body was trembling. His other hand started to press down on your lower stomach as your orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave, lasting longer and more intensely because Omar did not let up from his sweet torture. 

You writhed against the sheets, hips bucking as you rode out your blissful orgasm on your fiancé's face and fingers. You snapped your legs shut and lifted your hips, squealing when he removed his digits and mouth, kissing up your body to your lips, letting you taste your own arousal off of them. The sight of him made you breathless, knowing how turned on Omar got when he ate you out.

You marveled at his body in silence as he stripped out of the remaining pieces of clothing he had on, watching him as he reached for a pillow to go under your hips. You squished your thighs together and let out a soft noise, something in between a mewl and Omar's name.

He grinned and placed the pillow under your hips before pressing a kiss to your lips, biting your bottom one as he got situated with your legs spread and his tip slipped inside of you already.

You let out a small moan as he pushed into your pussy, both of you let out a gasp when he was fully inside, your eyes closing and hands gripping his shoulders. Your toes were curled as he experimented with a shallow thrust in which you responded with clenching around his cock.

Omar took this as a sign to start moving, pulling out before thrusting back in nice and slow to watch how your expression changed each time. How you'd sound different when being filled and when not. Omar loved seeing them, it was one of his most favourite things about you. 

He smiled down at you, holding one of your hands in his whilst the other pressed down on your lower stomach. Omar watched as you struggled to keep your trembling legs open because of his slow but deep thrusts, he'd praise you for the slightest thing. 

”You're doing so good, taking this so well. You feel amazing” 

They were his go to words and they'd get you every single time because you knew he meant them. He'd also just spurt random words in about 3 different languages as he would get close to his orgasm. 

You were a mess, tears pricked your eyes and you were sweating, body shaking and stomach tightening up, toes curling as your orgasm teetered on edge. You scratched up Omar’s back as his thrusts got sloppier, less deep and more frequent because he was on the edge too.

”M’gonna cum” You cried out and clenched around his cock for the final time, making Omar halt his thrusts. Your orgasms ripped through you two together, your cunt milking his cock filling you up with his every drop. 

Omar was panting as he rested on top of you, his hips grinding into yours, riding out your climaxes. You were completely spent, your body already turning sore and muscles fatigued as your heart rate began to decrease. Your hearts synced with one another after a while of laying with each other on the hotel bed.

finals season - where you felt your strength and determination for all that you do in school... letting you know that all of the work that you've been so committed to has been paying off. with each note you look, and each bit of knowledge you gained, you were a step closer to that degree with your very name on it.

you decided that you try and make the most out of this exam season - and you set up your spaces for studying in a way that would make cramming for your upcoming exams almost joyous, relaxing, and self-fulfilling.

and of course, nothing else brought you more peace than the comfort of you and your boyfriend omar's home.

you cosied up at the kitchen island, lights set warm, with a variety of your books, your laptop, along with your memo book, the pages inside decorated with the handwriting and highlighter designs that were so unique to you, writing about disciplines of all sorts. you made yourself a tea which you sipped momentarily, and wore one of omar's hoodies which was much too big on you. the one that he always softens when faced with the sight of you wearing it.

your eyes flitted between all of your course materials, and your mind was at work. it felt almost as if you were programmed for all things final exam related in this very moment for you were so focused. it was the romanticism that you could get out of studying that made it an enjoyable experience.

as you were in the middle of creating a glossary for your history elective class, you could hear footsteps, none other than omar's, slowly padding your way. he had just finished engaging in a bit of active recovery, as it was much needed after the intense match that he played - scored a goal - and won at the etihad just the other day, hosting leicester.

you looked up from beneath your lashes as omar walked around the kitchen island to face right across from you.

it was undeniable that he was looking good... and you could tell that he was feeling himself. his top? gone. it left you looking at all the gorgeous footballer muscle that he had from the hips up. he was just a little bit glowy from sweat, and his goatee looked so crisp.

"habibti~" omar chimed softly, titling his head similar to the way a puppy just wanting some attention would.

"hi, baby." you replied, estimatingly giving him only a quarter of the attention that he was hoping for. you didn't know fully just yet how clingy he was about to become, though. "how was your workout?"

omar leant forward, closer to you as he lowered his elbows down onto the kitchen countertop, resting his forearms there, taut from the lighter yet substantial weightlifting he had been doing.

"it was good. did some stretching, just a little bit of weights. some curls too - i know how much you love my arms, sweetie."

you scoffed playfully at his cockiness, which came off smooth as always. you looked up at him just a second more before you brought your attention back to your studying.

omar, on the other hand, pouted. if your eyes weren't on your course materials, but on him, then you'd be folding already, for he looked too cute doing it.

he pushed up off of the countertop before walking halfway around its perimeter to finally meet you. "how's my smart girl?"

"i'm doing very well."

"mmm... so studious" he whispered like a prayer softly, already snaking his arms around your waist. "mind taking a break for your man?"

you sighed, knowing that for omar, this was about to be a battle for your attention - you could sense trouble.

you shook your head softly, not wanting to come out of your full academic weapon mode. "i'm really focused right now, baby. i promise we'll spend me and you time today, though."

he let out a quiet groan, wishing that he could just have his way with you. it was time he'd set out on this mission for his girl's attention.

omar squeezed your hip softly before his hands left your sides, as he walked on over to the other side of the kitchen to pour himself a refreshing glass of ice water. once he had it poured up and in hand, he took a sip and licked his lips before setting his glass down on the island gently before leaning right beside you.

"don't you miss me, sweetheart?" he said in a soft voice, making puppy eyes at you. it was a shame that you were so focused that you didn't notice.

"of course i do. just one more page, okay?"

omar rolled his eyes subtly, for he still wasn't finished making a fuss about wanting your attention.

as far as you had all these exams and tests to prepare for, he was so hung up on the fact that it was his patience being tested the greatest.

he had just the trick in his mind, though. he was so sure it would work - so he shifted even closer to where you were sitting.

"say one of your smart sentences to me, habibti. i love it when you explain things."

you actually didn't think twice about it, for "teaching" another person about a subject you were focusing on was in fact a way that you found helped you study. you began to go on about the 17th century england's exclusion crisis... whigs and tories... things of all sorts in that period of time. he nodded along, until he leant in to kiss your cheek.

it made you giggle, but you shook your head. "let me finish, though~"

omar played innocent, as if he didn't just make that attempt to steal away your attention.

you continued to eloquently explain the historical ordeal, omar couldn't help but be so enamoured. it's one of his favourite things about you, how smart you are. not just the fact that he thinks you're very smart, but that he believes you're one of the smartest people he has ever known.

and while you continued, getting to an important point in the summary of the history you were trying to explain...

...he dipped his head to kiss your neck.

"omar."

he pulled away reluctantly. "babyyy... i'm just... encouraging your brain! you know...? i heard that kisses really spur one's mind..."

"yeah, spur one's mind to other places, that is." you muttered. once again, you turned your attention back to your studying, your nose practically in the books.

omar was hopeless. he laid his head on your shoulder and allowed him arms to loop around your waist, hugging you from behind even tighter than before. "habibti, pleaseee. you've been working so hard."

"because i want to do well."

"my love, you already impress me every day."

your heart warmed in the best way possible as omar told you that. you tried to hide from him, turning your face towards your studying, but omar wasn't stopping. he buried his face into your neck, practically whining.

"i'm so proud of you, you're the best student," he began before pleading, "a break. just five minutes. please?"

you were hesitant at first, but his cuteness was only weakening you... and your concern for studying was fading all because of your boyfriend's cuteness. you thought it couldn't get any better until the quietest words hit you in that egyptian accent.

"...please, my smart girl?"

your fingers gently reached for the seam of your laptop's screen before closing it down with a careful motion. omar's face lit up, and he smiled. it wasn't long before he scooped you up into his arms easily and brought you to the sofa in the living room, laying down with you... pulling a blanket over the both of your bodies while pulling you into his chest for a cuddle, nuzzling your hair.

you playfully protested, "but baby, i'm going to fall asleep like this-"

"shhh..." he murmured, reaching to softly stroke some stray strands of hair away from your face. "just recharge a little..."

tucked away into omar's loving arms, he was right after all. your mind needs a break... and what better way to spend a break with your sweet omar?

laying there with him really reinforced the gratitude you always had instilled within you. not just for the fact that you're getting such an amazing education, but that you have the sweetest, most loving and caring support system - your man, omar.

"i'll always compete with the world to have you, habibti...

...but never will i stop cheering for you."

you could feel his beard gently tickle your cheek as he smiled against it after speaking. your heart was full and so was his.

these cuddles with omar were what the rest of the evening into the night entailed... and you love it.