He couldn't wait for him to get home. Their son said his first word, and Malik wanted to see the look on his husband's face once he heard said word. Malik believed Altair might just be surprised, upset, maybe even laugh (though he was looking more forward to the first choice). It was hard to tell what Altair was really feeling, his expressions more so lost under the stony face he bore, but Malik was hoping to break the mask.
The day passed slowly, but Malik had Saqr to occupy him as well as other assassins coming and going, as well as an odd informer here and there. He had just said goodbye to an assassin and was entertaining Saqr, making him giggle and laugh the way babies do. Malik loved Saqr more than anything and couldn't believe how much like Altair he was; looks, likes, and dislikes. The only difference between the two was Altair didn't show much emotion.
"Just you wait; your dad will love to hear your first word." Altair chose that moment to walk through the door. "He said his first word?" Altair ruffled Saqr's hair and kissed Malik. He smiled slightly at Malik's proud expression. "Yes he did. Come on Saqr tell daddy what you said." Malik looked at Altair and watched his face. Altair's face went from proud to surprised as son spoke his first word.